(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
Chipmunks

Ting!

Bell's voice rang out, the man who was even still wiping his wet hair turned around.

His steps approached towards the door and opened it.

"Bianca?" His eyes stared at the teenage girl who was filled with that smile.

"I'm standing? Can't you come in?" her question was staring at the man when there was no sign of him entering.

Zayn was silent for a moment, he took his breath and then opened his door wider, "Come in."

His words were to allow the teenage girl to step on her feet again in her apartment.

"Why did you come here?" asked the man who followed the little steps of the girl who seemed to assume that the place belonged to her.

"Uncle abis shower? Fragrant!" bianca replied with a word that had nothing to do with the question.

The man gasped, the girl suddenly turned around and inhaled the scent on the arch of the neck.

"What's up here?" his words that took his breath saw the girl's behavior.

"Hum? Wanna eat?" bianca replied with a question that seemed a little doubtful.

"Eat?" ask Zayn again.

"Yes, I went to Arnold's place and he wasn't at home so I came here about Uncle's food that was delicious!" his words are based on speaking fluently.

"I'm not your chef, you can go to the cafe downstairs or to a restaurant not far from here," said the man who looked at the teenage girl who just wanted to reason to his place.

"Uncle hates me?" she asked who was looking at the man.

"What?" the man frowned when he heard her, he did not know why the girl asked him something that was strange to hear.

"Why do I hate you? I have no reason to" asked Zayn, not understanding.

"Uncle's color drove me away," Bianca replied softly and bowed like she was sad.

Zayn took his breath, he couldn't say anything more.

"In my refrigerator there is only meat and shrimp besides the contents of the vegetables. What do you want to eat?" ask her who gave up and chose to follow the girl's wishes.

Bianca immediately raised her face and smiled, "Anything! I like all of them!" he looked at the man.

"Allergic's got?" ask her to make sure because she knows the girl's mother has allergies to high protein foods if consumed enough.

Bianca shook her head, "Nothing" she replied, who followed.

30 Minutes later.

"Well! Uncle cooks his cepet is also like Daddy! That Mommy cooks must be a long time! Then Mommy can only cook one more meal, too," said her laughing with sparkling eyes.

The man did not say anything, he sat right across the middle-sized dining table.

"Uncle to eat?" bianca asked who started holding her plate and took the rice.

"No, I just had a meal" said the man, who was staring at the girl.

"really?" muttered Bianca who was a little disappointed because she actually wanted to eat together with the man.

"Then we'll eat out with yuk!" bring her who is not tired.

"You can invite your friends" said Zayn, who said subtly.

"But it wants to be like Uncle!" replied the girl instantly with an annoyed face.

Zayn did not reply, he stood up and then looked down at the girl.

Bianca flinched, her face looking up. His brown eyes stared roundly at the man who seemed to be looking at him up close.

Whatisthis? Do I really look pretty now? Want a kiss, right? Isn't it too fast? Holy hooch!

The girl was pounding yet she was also happy, her face looked like it was preparing something but?

"Why are you so bad? You kept yelling and being stubborn" said Zayn, who flicked the girl's forehead and then sat back down.

Bianca petrified, he was too confident if his love would be as smooth as the toll road without him knowing it turns out the road through is a hollow road.

"Why did you close your eyes? Do your eyes hurt?" asked Zayn who then frowned to see the girl was still silent like a loading network.

Bianca immediately looked and looked towards the man with an annoyed look.

"Why you like hitting me! Daddy never hits!" his words were upset while rubbing his forehead.

"But I'm not your Daddy" Zayn replied casually as he brewed his tea.

"Gee!" Bianca looked annoyed with a grumbling face.

The man did not say anything, he just smiled a little at the girl who continued to grumble with a muttering voice that he could not know while eating it.

After a while the food that was on the table began to decrease and had partially been depleted.

"Now you're going home? I'll order a taxi" said Zayn, who then picked up the dirty dishes on the table.

"Taxi?" ask Bianca again.

The man stopped his steps for a moment, for a moment he forgot about the incident related to the taxi.

Bianca also does not remember the problem of robbery in the taxi he experienced before because he did not feel traumatized at all.

But he repeated the word because he still did not want to go.

"No, I'll drive you or ask your brother to drop you off later" said Zayn who immediately revised his words.

"I'm being kicked out?" bianca asked who was staring at the man.

"You want to be here first?" asked Zayn who was staring at the girl.

"Yes! After all, Uncle must have the responsibility to know! Look at my forehead it hurts!" protest for many reasons.

"That blow won't even make the cat grimace?" his words shook his head.

"I'm in the same cat?!" said Bianca who increasingly protested because she did not like cats.

Zayn placed his dirty dishes in the dishwasher and then approached the girl.

Taps!

Bianca flinched, both of her big hands cupping her soft cheeks on that small face.

"It doesn't look anything" said Zayn, whose flick won't work.

"Ta. but it hurts!" Bianca is still strong with what she says.

"God..."

"Hum?"

The brown eyes were once again petrified, he felt the man blow his forehead, the neck with his jaw and masculine jaw was looking so close to his eyes.

The distinctive aroma of the body is still smelled with soap bath without any perfume entered into his nose.

"Now Uncle has read the spell, so it will not hurt anymore" said Zayn who then let go of his hand and took a step back.

In the eyes of the teenage girl is still the same as children who still play dolls and wear diapers so that the treatment is still not much different from what she used to do.

The girl was still petrified, she stared at the man who saw her. Her face was hot and her cheeks were red.

"You're right, you're not a cat but a chipmunk" Zayn said with a small smile.

Bianca immediately gasped and regained her senses, "I look like that squirrel?!" his question was immediately upset when a second ago he was pounding.

The man did not reply and only laughed faintly at the annoyance of the angry teenage girl.

"Don't keep getting emotional, I heard that young people can also have high blood pressure." his lead added to the girl's annoyance.