Mr BadBoy And I | COMPLETED

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - T W O

■ Pathetic    ■

"Alright, I'll see you in twenty minutes– alright, bye." Ace's deep husky voice wakes me up suddenly.

I rub my eyes, I was still on the couch, my eyes look down at my body to see that it was covered with a grey comfy blanket. I still had no clothes on, so my face immediately turned red.

Why does this keep happening. I run a hand through my loose hair and sigh out deeply. You need to stop letting him affect you Chantelle.

I close my eyes and listen to my annoying conscious. You're gonna get hurt. Believe me Chantelle, Ace is bad and you know it. Why are you still here?

He intrigues me. Oh my god. It doesn't matter if he intrigues you. What if you get shot, is him being so intriguing worth it?

No.. exactly, so I suggest you get up, get dressed and leave before you get more involved.

I bite my lip, I'm crazy, I'm talking to myself, I'm going off. I need to just stop thinking. Chantelle, just leave.

"Ugh shut up." I groan.

"I didn't say anything." I look suddenly to the living rooms door and see Ace leaning on it, arms crossed and smirking at me.

Great! Well done. My cheeks go redder as I pull the blanket right up, hiding everything. "I-I wasn't talking to you."

"Then who were you talking to?" His eyes scan the room, seeing no one except me.

I put my head down in embarrassment, "Myself." I shrugged.

He looks away from me and I see his smirk form into a grin, showing his pearly white teeth.

"Are you smiling?" I raise a brow at him, he scowls and looks back at me.

"No," He lied.

I huff out in amusement before I smirk, "Sure." You shouldn't be doing this Chantelle. Shut up Conscious.

"Whatever," he shrugs his shoulders back. "Get up. We've got a few visitors coming."

"Visitors?" I raise a brow.

"Mm." He hums, I notice his eyes gaze down at the blanket wrapped around me.

I pull it closer to my body through embarrassment, "What sort of visitors."

"Just visitors Kitten," He looks away after he gets caught looking. "And I suggest if you don't want anyone looking at you. You best be getting up."

I breathe in, "It's not anymore of your business buddies, is it?"

He gives me a straight look, "Don't ask questions, just get up."

"But-" I try to speak but his stare made me shut up. "Fine." I sigh.

He rolls his eyes before he walks off into the kitchen, I look at his back as he grabs a glass of water.

It's about time you told him or just left. My conscious tells me, I sigh quiet. What he's doing sounds illegal and dangerous. Chantelle if you stay around this guy- shut up. Just shut it.