8 Chapter 8: A Kiss (2/2)
She turns her head around to look at me,
”Why do you keep looking at me like that? Is there something wrong?”
My ears turn red with embarrassment,
”N-no, i'm sorry.”
She sits up,
”For what?”
”I uh, I was kinda checking you out.”
She giggles,
”It's fine, I can go put some pants on if you're uncomfortable.”
”Oh no! It's not like that, I actually quite enjoy the view.”
She laughs again.
”Wow, I mean i've been trained to seduce men to kill, but this,”
She wipes a tear from her eye,
”This is hilarious.”
Her laugh turns into a full blown chuckle. She holds her sides and and takes deep breaths.
”I-I don't get it. What's so funny?”
She suddenly stops laughing and her face gets serious.
”You were for real? I thought you were just teasing me.”
Her comment makes me upset, so I push her down and pin her to the bed. She tries to break free but I tighten my grip.
”Does it look like i'm joking now?”
Her cheeks turn red,
”R-Ricky, let go.”
”You're a trained assassin, make me.”
She tries to break free but I don't budge.
”I can't. Y-your too strong.”
”So little Ms. Zero can't get up huh?”
Her face turns even more red and she bites her lip.
”Damnit Zero, I can't wait anymore.”
I kiss her soft lips and run my hands down her thigh. I separate her legs with my knees and put my hand on her panties.
”R-Ricky, stop.”
I move off of her and walk towards the door.
”Shit Zero, i'm so fucking sorry. I-I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll go sleep downstairs on the couch.”
”Wait, Ricky!”
I slam the door and run down the stairs.
”What the hell is wrong with me?! All of a sudden I can't keep my dick in my pants?!”
I punch the wall.
”Shit mane, what's the matter with you?”
Carlos comes from the kitchen with a beer in his hand.
”Nothing. I'm going to the gym, and keep an eye on Zero. I don't wanna see her.”
”You got it hombre.”
***
Beads of sweat roll down my face.
”Damn man, why you so pissed?”
”Doesn't matter.”
I punch the sand bag harder.
”Aye man, you wanna maybe ease up a bit?”
I hit it even harder and it burst open. The sand spills out of the hole I made.
”Damnit, Ricky! That's gonna cost me hundreds.”
I grab my pants and pull out my wallet and throw him $700.
”Stop bitching,”
He happily picks up the money off the floor.
”And clean this shit up.”