#ceo reader

While driving to Junk n stuff all I can think about is how stupid I'm about to look. I had to drive to this random store just for some shirts and pins. The lengths I go for this kid I swear. Me, a well respected woman is about to go get merch from this random kid creator.

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I sigh as I walk into the store. I scan the room and find nothing. Great, I think to myself now I have to go ask someone for help.

I look around for an employee and see a man at the counter. He's charming. Beautiful dark brown hair and omg his muscles. He looks like he works out in his free time. And I don't see a ring on his finger.

Today Mr. Gooch was out sick and there was no major crime, only Jeff so Henry aka Kid Danger just went to handle that alone. That left Ray there alone to handle the store.

This is bullshit, Ray thought to himself, I should be out there fighting crime and kicking ass but instead I'm stuck behind a counter for a fake store. Ray dramatically grabs a newspaper from the stand outside and sits in his chair, putting his feet up and relaxing.

Just then a customer walks in. Ray looks up from his magazine to see the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, hell she's even hotter than Henry's mom. She looks serious and is in business attire, she's got to be important. But he swears he has seen her somewhere. Perhaps in a commercial? Or maybe on a billboard? He scrambles to his feet and rushes over to his customer. A little too quickly he realizes as he almost trips over his feet on his way over.

"Hi I'm Ray, Manchester, Ray Manchester." He says in a frantic way like his words are racing to leave his mouth before he can even take a breath. "Hello, I'm Y/n L/n. I'm looking for merch for my daughter. It's from this singer, uh I think her name is AppleCore?" I say looking around for the familiar green shirts with a red apple on them. AppleCore is a famous girly pop singer that is popular around now. Many girls will come in the store just to try to find any "vintage" merch of hers. They come in, singing all her songs and shopping for apple stuff.

"Oh yeah I know what you're talking about, but we don't sell that here." Ray says "Oh I could have sworn she said it was here." I say looking around again. Ray watches your eyes go back and forth, up and down, his store hoping to find what it is she wants even though he knows he doesn't have it.

"Well I'll just look up the shirt and find another store." I say shaking my head at my daughter's misinformation.

"Wait, wait.. Do you think I could have your number?" Ray says in a panic as you make a bee line for the door. "My- my number?" My eyes widden in shock at his sudden interest in me.

Jumin Han

He has it all, 

Wealth, Power, Influence, looks and every maid and butler in his massive vacation home at his fingertips.

Raised with a shiny silver spoon in his mouth, Jumin grew up alongside some of the most influential people in the world.

Movie stars, businessmen, politicians, CEOs, and even mafia dons.

Jumin is and has always been surrounded by ties to all the top financial and political hot shots who’d be willing to do anything to do his bidding for him. 

But jumin never really needed to use it too much though, he preferred to get things done himself. 

He didn’t need his father’s money or a recommendation ~threatening~ letter to get into prestigious Ivy League colleges, he didn’t need daddy’s support to climb the ranks at his very own company and last of all, like hell he would need his father’s help to find a woman.

Is what should be assumed.

Jumin never really thought about women. Maybe once or twice as a kid whenever he saw his father bring home women or look up the skirt of a maid and eventually get her naked in bed later on. But other than that, never. 

When he did think about women, he wanted to find a woman who he could cherish with his heart. He wanted someone he could protect from people like his father. 

He wanted someone who would make his heart go all haywire and make his eyes sparkle. 

And most importantly, he wanted a woman who he could love for the rest of his life, unlike his father.

So when you, the clumsy little newly rising CEO, appear in front of him, Jumin regards you as a potential threat. 

Most would see the title of ‘potential threat’ as rude or even a threat in itself, but to Jumin Han, being regarded as a potential threat by him would be a massive compliment. 

You didn’t see Jumin as anything other than a fellow CEO, but to Jumin, you were someone he had to keep a constant eye on as a would-be business rival.

If Jumin were to look at you beyond the eyes of a businessman, he saw a cheerful young girl, happy-go-lucky and definitely not fit to run a company.

He didn’t like it. At all. 

He didn’t like how your eyes would instantly light up whenever you saw him around, and he didn’t like how you’d instantly start waving like some common person.

He didn’t like how you didn’t understand your own status. He didn’t like how instead of having the mindset of a world-class businesswoman, you had a mindset that of some poor college student.

He wanted you to understand how rich you would be if you stopped giving away most of your profits to organisations and such.

He wanted you to embrace your inner rich girl, but how would that be possible when all you did was give everything away that you didn’t have an immediate need for, instead of keeping all that money.

He didn’t like anything about you.

That cheesy smile.

That horrid humbleness of yours.

That disgusting way you don’t think about yourself alone.

He hated how whenever you were invited to a high-society party, you didn’t act all elegant to impress anyone. Instead, you stayed as yourself. Goofy and free. The way you waved to him like a happy puppy seeing its owner.

He hated everything.

It was on a certain fancy occasion when he had enough. Hot shots from all around the world were gathered at a social event to gather money to donate to organisations ~ and boast about their accomplishments~, and coincidentally both you and Jumin were invited.

Jumin showed up in a sleek tux with expensive accessories adorning his body, and what did you decide to wear to this once every 5-year party?

A fucking plain yellow sundress with mushroom earrings, a simple headband and ordinary dress shoes that any old poor person could buy at a local mall.

Jumin never puts any effort into his appearance at parties, but to think he had specifically chosen to wear his most expensive tux at this gathering alone could describe how high-end it was. 

And in that high-end party where everyone would show up in extravagant and expensive pieces of jewellery and clothes, you showed up in a sundress. A sundress. A sun dress that stopped at knee level. Meaning any creepy old pervert could come and see below your dress if he was sneaky enough.

Which was exactly what was happening. Old Jacquier and his fancy arse straight from Paris. Jacquier was 72 and had uncountable affairs and prostitutes. The maid uniform in his mansions was hideous beyond belief and only women who wanted to bed him would work there. 

Jacquire had a hidden fan in his hand, and using it, he blew your skirt much farther up than what Jumin expected you’d prefer. 

It was beginning to bother him. 

Why was he so irritated about something that barely concerned him?

He told himself it was human decency to stop the pervert, but memories of when Jacquier was peering at poor women in bathing suits and how Jumin did absolutely nothing to help them refused to enter his mind.

Jumin couldn’t hold it back any longer. He couldn’t hold his desire to do something about you.

And so, he left the party. 

Not because you were annoying him, but to run a quick errand.

Jumin returned within minutes, with what he needed in his hands.

He handed the specific set to Jaehee and wandered off back into the crowd.

With his tall glass of old wine in hand, Jumin made long strides towards you.

When you noticed him, you waved your hand as usual and smile at him but not for long.

Jumin swung his hand across in a fashionable manner and within seconds, his fine wine was all over your sundress. Not a drop on your face or arms, and not a drop on the floor. Just the dress. 

There were gasps and murmurs all around the ballroom, but you were quickly swished away by Jumin’s trusty assistant, Jaehee.

Jaehee saw the signs earlier and knew at once that the fancy ballgown that Jumin left the party to purchase and returned with was for you.

She brought you to a different room, cleaned you up and gave you the dress with no words exchanged. 

You nodded and took the dress from her hands and obediently put it on with no choice. After all, you weren’t going to return to the part with a massive wine stain on your dress.

The dress looked beautiful. It reached to your ankles, and coincidentally it matched Jumin’s choice of clothing.

And so, you reemerged into the party, but this time looking like the partner of the man who spilled wine all over for god knows why.

So you decided not to go near him again. 

That night, you left the part quite early.

Really early. 

And when you got the gist of Jumin’s dislike towards you, your sunshine persona went down and a cloud emerged around you.

Every time you’d seen him after that incident, instead of waving at him and smiling like an angel, you just sort of just avoided him. 

Jumin hated that too.

Jumin also hated that instead of keeping the dress, heels and accessories like a present, you had sent it back to him, washed and ironed and neatly folded through the mail.

But he didn't sulk about it for long, in his eyes, the dress was a cheap piece of crap while in the eyes of a normal person, that dress was worth a fortune and their family inheritance.

Obviously, if he was going to gift something to you, it would have to hold worth and meaning, not some dress he bought in a rush that looked like his.

But of course, he only bought that dress due to its beauty, not its shocking resemblance to Jumin's tux.

Obviously.

It was just a coincidence that it matched his.

Right?

So as an apology, Jumin did some businessman-ish things. 

He starts investing big bucks in your company, anonymously, knowing you desperately needed it.

He started spreading a good word about you as a ceo and your company started to rise even quicker. 

And he did the little things like that which would make your day much better. 

When he started seeing you around again, you seemed happier than before. Only if you didn’t see him. If you saw him, your happy mood would go down and you would feel sad again. 

It was cute. 

Your little smiles that popped up whenever someone said a good thing about your company. The way your eyes sparkled whenever you got a notification from your assistant ~Jumin’s mole spy~ that someone ~Jumin~ had invested further into your company. 

It was the little things. 

And eventually, the little things started to make Jumin smile. 

And eventually, the smiles turned to little giggles.

And eventually, over time the little giggles turned to somewhat heart eyes. 

But Jumin was oblivious to it. 

He knew that he didn’t hate you anymore, but he also didn’t know that he was now in love with you.

And so when he finally decided to see you again and make you see him, his heart broke. Another cheerful smile on your face was wiped away when you saw him, replaced with an upset, sad face.

When Jumin had enough, he instantly walked up to you, but when you tried to leave, he grabbed your hand and held it in place.

He asked you what’s wrong and why you keep avoiding him.

When you tell him that you aren’t sure why he hates you, but you’re sorry, Jumin is baffled.

“I- I don’t-” Jumin was speechless.

For the first time in his life.

Jumin Han was lost for words.

Jumin explains to you calmly at a coffee shop nearby that he indeed did not hate you at all. He found that you're an amazing person and he adored you and your humbleness.

And so, you and Jumin formed a sort of kinship. 

Friendship, even!

Jumin didn’t know what to do for you.

He wanted to help you, just didn’t know how to.

So he did more businessman things just crueller.

That troublesome new rich guy that keeps asking for shares in your company?

Gone.

Not gone as in dead or missing or anything, just gone from the business scene. Bankrupt and in severe debt.

That traitor in your company who's spying on you for someone?

Gone

The company that the mole came from?

Also gone

Perished even.  

That shareholder who keeps abusing his power of you to listen to him? 

Left with nothing but sand and dirt to live off of. It was to the point where the shareholder decided to leave this world behind. Since you didn’t have many shareholders anymore, Jumin invested much more money than he’d ever trust anyone with into your company.

And over this long journey of eliminating your enemies, Jumin and you got extremely close. Jumin even had the final realization that he was completely head over heels for you. 

But you still only saw him as a friend.

And so the eliminations continued.

And they just kept getting worse and worse and worse

You were glad at first, Jumin saw but as they continued you started getting worried.

It came to the point when you decided to see Jumin. 

You told Jumin of your worries and you didn’t understand what was happening and why everyone around you was falling.

Jumin was confused.

Were you not happy?

He was doing all this just to see that smile of yours.

Did this not make you smile?

When you find out that Jumin was behind it all, you felt disgusted.

“Why would you do that?! You were the reason that poor man killed himself! How could you not feel a single sense of guilt after all that!”

“I did it all for you,”

“WHY!? I never asked for any of this! That assistant was just a poor college student trying to pay his debt off! He meant no ill intent!”

“Still he could have hurt you!"

“Why are you doing this!?”

“Because I love you!"

“What-!?”

“And you love me too!”

“Jumin-”

“There is no need to hide it, I did all of this for you, my love!”

“Jumin this is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Is what every man in love hears, Y/n.”

“I’ve never seen you as anything more than a close business friend.”

And with that, you leave Jumin’s office.

heartbroken, Jumin falls back into his large chair and loosens his tie, undoing the first four buttons of his shirt. 

He rakes his hand through his hair, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Jumin wasn’t a very emotional man, but you made him feel things he’s never felt before.

Jumin had to do something.

He started with small apologetic gestures. 

He offered you your favourite coffee every morning. He bought you common people plushies that Jaehee recommended. He wrote you sorry notes and bought you expensive chocolate, but nothing worked. 

Jumin was starting to lose his patience. 

He began writing love notes.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…”

“Please come back my dear,”

“If only you return my feelings, I would love you for the rest of my life!”

“I know you love me, if you just admit it, we can be happy together.”

“You look beautiful  when you work alone”

“You’re mine and I’m yours”

“Have you ever been told how angelic you look when taking a bath? Obviously not, your mine to compliant, right?”

And so, they progressively got worse and worse till-

“You’re mine” had appeared on your doorstep. The ink was red and was written in such rage.

Jumin ran out of patience when an idea entered his head. 

Back when Jumin was still trying to apologise to you through ‘businessman things’, he often invested a lot of money in your company, which meant he instantly became a shareholder. 

He was the only shareholder of the company, which meant that the company was basically his. 

So on a bright day when you were told that you would have a meeting scheduled with your anonymous shareholder at 5, you felt excited to see who was helping you so much.

Was it that kind old man who you met at a conference the other day? Or maybe even an old friend of yours? No, it couldn't be. You barely had any friends, let alone friends that could invest billions into your little start-up company.

So when you showed up at the meeting, your face looked as if it had been hit by thunder.

There he sat, smugly, in the pricey loveseat with his legs crossed one over another in a superior way as his finger played with his cuff links.

“What're you-”

"Fancy seeing you here, love..."

That smug smirk on his face infuriated you.

His face said it all

He set out his plan clear like a whiteboard, not to you of course, but you'd find out eventually.

He'd purposely start ruining your business by making on purpose bad decisions as a shareholder and as a business rival from across the street.

And so, debt was upon you, but Jumin didn't care.

Of Course, he felt tons of pity towards his future wife, crippling under all that pressure, so when he decided you'd had enough, he starts making good decisions and starts to support your company.

But of course,

Everything must come with a price.

This one is simple though, love.

Marry Jumin, love jumin, and have Jumin’s children.

Simple 

But if you don't listen, well-

He’d have 707 hack into your systems and ruin everything you ever worked towards whitin seconds.

And there’s also the final option-

The CEO must always listen to the shareholder after all…

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Harry's been fidgety the whole ride home. Watching you drive is always something he loves, but today it's just affecting him more.

He can't help but stare at your hands, your freshly manicured black nails and your rings standing out as you grip the wheel.

It's not long before he pictures your hands gripping something else-

"Harry? Did you hear me?"

He snaps out of his fantasy, looking away from the wheel and to your face.

"Oh sorry, just got a little distracted. What'd you ask?"

"I was just asking if you were okay.", you say, looking away from traffic for a second so that you can turn to Harry.

You bring the back of your hand up to his face, pressing his cheek softly, "You're burning up baby, you feel okay?"

Harry's brain is too fuzzy to recognize the faux innocence in your tone.

"Here,", you say while putting your sucker up to his lips, "why don't you do me a favor and finish this off for me?"

His lips part, accepting the candy without hesitation, hand coming up to replace yours.

You purr a small, "Good boy.", that has Harry's cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red as he sucks on his- your lollipop.

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"I- huh?"

Harry was on his knees, shirt halfway unbuttoned as his pants grew tighter in a certain area at your recent request.

"I don't think I stuttered, but I'll say it one more time. If you like them so much, and I know you do, worship them."

You grip Harry's hair when he doesn't answer so that he looks at you, his eyes having been transfixed on the piece of clothing you were referring to. Your boots.

"You think you can do that pretty boy? Show me that mouth can do more than talk back and eat pussy?"

"Yeah- yes, I can do that.", His eyes are glazed over, lips parted as his dirty dreams are so close to coming true. 

Using the hold you have on his hair, you walk Harry to your couch so that you can sit down. You release him and get comfortable, sitting with your legs wide open and hands slouchily folded across your lap.

"Well? Get to work.", you order when Harry is hesitant to move.

He begins to prop himself up on all fours, but you quickly stop him, "Ah ah, hands behind your back. Have you never done this before?", you lightly scold, already knowing the answer to your question but deciding to tease him.

"No- no mistress, I've never done this before."

You have to keep down the small smile that wants to creep up as you see him squirming in his position, cock hard in his pants.

"Hm, we'll see about that."

Taking that as his cue, Harry leans down once again, this time with his hands crossed behind his back, and he lays a kiss to the top of your boots.

He hears your groan of satisfaction and it encourages him to do more. He flattens his tongue against the smooth material, dragging it along the sides.

"Such a good little slut.", you praise him, panties growing increasingly wet as you see him clean your shoes with his mouth.

You can hear the messy sounds of his tongue and you have to resist the urge to yank him up and stick his face in between your thighs.

When Harry moves to your other boot, wanting to give them equal attention, you subtly move the newly wet shoe to his covered crotch.

You slowly begin to make a circular motion, feeling Harry's hips buck up at the small amount of friction you're granting him.

One particularly hard grind against the sole of your boot has Harry crying out, his breath quickening.

He lets out a whine when you remove your foot, hooded eyes coming to meet yours.

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

When he goes silent you fist your hand in his hair once again, "Answer me."

"No-no you didn't, m'sorry." His eyes are closed, the pained pleasure of your tugging at his curls only making him harder.

"This is pathetic baby boy. I mean, you put that dirty little mouth to work and get a little pressure on your cock and you forget how to act."

He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off, "Hush." You let go of his hair and he slumps back on his knees.

You begin to unlace your shoes, signaling for Harry to take them off.

"I thought this would be a treat for you, y'know.", you say with a pout. "You've just been so good lately, and I wanted to be nice."

Once your shoes are removed you grab Harry's chin between two fingers, "But I think, that you don't want me to be nice. Hm? You want me to treat you like the worthless bitch you are? Say it."

Harry takes a deep breath, collecting himself, "I'm a- a worthless bitch."

"See? You can be good when you want to.”

You stand up, reaching out for Harry and pulling him up, catching him in a heated kiss as you walk towards your room.

You stop once you hit your bed, letting him sit on the edge.

"I've decided," you say once you've broken the kiss, your teeth tugging at Harry's bottom lip as you pull away and he whimpers, "that I'm just going to treat myself instead."

Harry looks at you with a confused look, his fuzzy brain not processing your words.

"How's that sound?", you ask, "Me using you like the fucktoy you are, for my own pleasure. Do you want that baby?"

"Yes, yes use me please." He responds with no hesitation.

You can't help but grin a bit at Harry's begging, his eyes lighting up when you sink to your knees in front of him.

"The first thing I want,", you start, your hand palming Harry through his tight pants, "is for this pretty little cock of yours to cum for me."

“Wan’ it all sensitive before I use it, yeah?”

Harry's using every bit of his restraint to not grind onto your hand, not wanting to get in trouble.

"S'not little." Harry murmurs, eyes never meeting yours.

"Oh but darling, you're whatever I say you are."

He lets out a mewl at your possessive words, hips chasing your hand when you move it to unbuckle his belt.

"Patience, Harry." You warn him, beginning to unzip his pants and tapping his thigh as a signal to lift his hips.

"Can't believe I thought I had you trained.", you say, somewhat to yourself and Harry pouts.

"You just continue to prove me wrong.", you pull down his boxers just enough to release him, dragging his pants down over his ankles and tossing them to the side.

You keep the belt beside you though, some ideas sparking in your mind as you trail your hands up his thighs.

Bringing the palm of your hand towards Harry's mouth you say, "Spit."

And he obeys, smiling a bit when you murmur "Good boy."

You bring your newly wet hand to his length, wrapping around it and beginning to stroke him, Harry's breath catching in his throat as he looks down at you.

"Can I trust you not to touch?" You ask, your unoccupied hand grabbing the belt and you can see the internal struggle as Harry looks at it.

Part of him wants the restraint, the grounding feeling of the belt wrapped around his wrists and the marks left there the next morning. But another part of him wants to be able to touch you if allowed, to be close to you while you take him apart.

You notice how hard it is for Harry to pick, knowing your hand on his cock probably isn't helping, so you decide to help him out.

"How about this Honey, we'll start without it and I'll see if you need it later, okay?"

Your low and soothing words comfort Harry, his shoulders relaxing as he tries to keep his hands and legs still.

You lean forward with your tongue out, beginning to lap at his tip and Harry starts to suck in quick breaths.

"Mistress, oh my god, I've missed your mouth so much." He gasps out, hands itching to grab at your hair.

You place the entire tip in your mouth, suckling at it before relaxing your throat and taking him all the way.

It catches Harry off guard and you hear, "Oh shit-"

You gently but quickly pull off of him, continuing to stroke him and looking up at him with a smile.

Harry knows that smile, it means he's in trouble. Something he just can't seem to stay away from tonight.

"What was that?"

"I didn't mean to say it, swear. S'just your mouth, feels so so good, m'sorry.", he whines, hoping that you'll take pity on him.

You don't actually care if Harry cusses, it's his mouth and he knows that but at the same time, there's just something so intoxicating about the fact that he's willing to let you have that much control over him.

"I guess I'll forgive you this time," you sigh out, "but I don't want to hear it again."

You’re about take Harry into your mouth again, wanting to make him cum as quickly as possible so you get an idea.

You bring both of your hands to the head of his cock, using your thumbs to slightly spread the slit at the top open, exposing him to you.

Harry’s hands are already clutching at the bed covers, knowing he won’t be able to stop himself from touching you if he doesn’t.

You hesitantly lick directly over the small hole, looking up at Harry as you do it. His head falls back and he lets out a broken, whiny moan.

“Mis-mistress please.”

He’s already begging and it’s doing things to you, your thighs closed tightly together to remove some of the ache.

You continue the pleasurable torture, reveling in Harry’s high pitched moans.

“M’not gonna last much longer.”, he says breathily. You bring one of your hands to start massaging his balls, feeling them tighten in your hand.

“Cum whenever you want baby,” you say before running your tongue up his length, “it won’t be the last time tonight.”

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When you awoke, you felt yourself tied to a chair. Ropes around your wrists, stomach, and ankles. Your vision was covered by some loose bag or sack hanging over your head. It smelled like you guessed it would, like plastic and sweat. You tried to move, but your body was bound tightly to the chair. You groaned, struggling against the ropes, only making it worse. Your mouth wasn't covered, so you decided to call for help.

"Help!" You called out loudly, hoping someone would hear you.

"Don’t try to scream… It ain’t going to help." A rough male voice answered.

You gritted your teeth, trying to remain calm. "Who are you?" You demanded, trying to untie yourself again, but it was all for not.

You heard the heavy footsteps of your kidnapper as he walked around you, like a lion with its prey. His steps were slow and measured, almost as if he was stalking you.

"That doesn't concern you for now." He answered, breathing heavily as he came closer to you.

You shook your head, swallowing hard. "Why? What are you going to do? Why have you kidnapped me?" You asked, trying to keep your tone steady despite the fear you felt.

He chuckled darkly. "I was told by my boss to kill you." Your breathing hitched, "After all, you're making it pretty hard for him to do his job." Your heart started to beat faster, your eyes widening as you realized what he meant.

"What... Do you mean?" You questioned, looking at him.

"He doesn't like how you run your law firm. He wants you dead." He explained, your heart pounded in your chest.

"I don't understand..." Your voice cracking.

Bucky smirked as he toyed with the bag on your head, before pulling it off. Quickly, the smirk on his face fell, his jaw dropping in shock. "Y/N/N?"

You kept your eyes shut as they adjusted to the light, "No one calls me that anymore." You spoke, your voice hoarse.

"Y/N?" The man stammered as he looked at you, his eyes wide with disbelief.

How unlucky was he? His boss wanted to kill his ex-girlfriend? 

You slowly opened your eyes as you looked up, your own eyes widening as you saw the man before you. "Bucky!? What? What are you...? Huh!? You’re a kidnapper!?" You gasped, confusion crossing your features.

Bucky blinked, realizing who was in front of him. "You're the CEO!?" He exclaimed, blinking rapidly as the realization set in.

"Yeah, I've worked there for three years. What are you doing, Bucky!? You're killing now!? What the flip happened to you?" You demanded as Bucky shook his head.

"I’m not always like this, Y/N. Besides, it keeps food on the table. No one wants to hire an ex-military soldier who has anger issues and PTSD." He stated, standing up from where he was kneeling.

"What happened to you? How did you end up like this?" You wondered, looking at him.

He shrugged, "Malorie hired me a few years after high school."

"Malorie? Malorie Fitzgerald? That's who wants me dead?" You asked with wide eyes and Bucky cursed under his breath.

"You're... You're not going to kill me... Are you, Bucky?" You asked, eyes beginning to water as you stared up at him.

Bucky quickly looked away from you, running a hand through his hair as he sighed deeply. "Look, I know you're gonna hate me for this, but I need the money."

"So... You are going to kill me?" You questioned, tears welling up in your eyes. "Did high school mean nothing to you?" You exclaimed, getting angry.

Bucky moved forward, putting his hands on either side of your chair. "I didn't forget about you, Y/N. I could never forget you," He said, looking back into your teary eyes.

"What are you getting at, Bucky?" You asked, not liking the look on his face.

"I don't want to kill you. But, if my boss finds out I didn't, he'd kill me. You get what I'm saying?" He asked, his voice pleading.

You nodded, "Yes. I do." You sniffled, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your blouse as hair swept into your face slightly. "Can you untie me? The rope hurts." You asked, trying to sound hopeful even though it was hollow.

Bucky's eyes softened as he leaned over, undoing each knot carefully. He pulled the ropes away from your wrists, stomach, and ankles, gently helping you sit up straighter in the chair. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"What's your plan now then?" You asked, feeling the warmth of his hands seeping into you.

"I need you to leave town," Bucky explained, his fingers trailing down your cheeks.

"But... My job and my stuff… My friends-" You began, but Bucky interrupted you. 

"I know you've worked hard to get where you are, but this is for your safety." He pleaded, taking your hands in his. You could feel his trembling as he did so. “I need to make sure you are safe, baby.”

You sighed blushing, trusting him. You had known Bucky for years. Only losing contact with him once he joined the military. You had dated for three and a half years. It was perfect. You were sure that you were in love. But, you both broke it off. Long distance never worked out. But, even after all of these years; you never stopped loving him.

"How will you make sure he won't know? How will you make sure he won't find me?”You asked, staring into his ocean blue eyes.

“I… I don’t have anywhere else to go…" You began to panic.

Bucky bit his lip momentarily. "I have a cabin. You can stay there. Not even Malorie or his men know about it."

"My job... I can't leave it..." You whimpered, "It's my only source of income."

"We'll figure it out," Bucky spoke, sounding like he was making promises to a scared child. "But, I really think this is best for you."

“What about the police? They could help.” You tried but Bucky frowned, shaking his head.

“They’re on his payroll.”

You nodded weakly after thinking, sniffling as you wiped your nose again. "Alright... I guess that's fine." You whispered, your voice cracking. "Thank you, Bucky."

Bucky smiled softly as he kissed your cheek. "Of course, doll. Now we just have to convince my boss I killed you." He finished, looking around the abandoned warehouse.

"We... We could stage it?" You offered and Bucky's face lit up, as he took your face in his large hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're a genius. Alright. How about you lay down and play dead? I'll just say I strangled you or something." Bucky asked and you nodded, standing from the chair and brushing off your pencil skirt. Before you got on the ground, Bucky winced, causing you to look up at him confused.

"What? What's wrong now?" You asked and Bucky sighed.

"My boss always wants physical proof. Last time, I brought the guy's bloody wedding band back to show him that I had done the job." He explained, rubbing his neck. "If I don't bring anything back, he'll get suspicious."

You were slightly shocked by how casually he spoke about the violence as you nodded, "Alright, what about some of my hair?" You asked as you sat on the dirty concrete ground; Bucky thought for a moment before nodding.

Bucky sighed, kneeling down beside you. "Are you sure your hair? I could just take back your heels or something." He asked and you shook your head.

"You could've just bought shoes, but that's also suspicious. It's hard to get a lock of hair." You assured him, making Bucky's eyes widen as he smirked lightly.

"Are you sure you don't have a similar side hustle as me, doll?" He asked jokingly, but you didn't laugh.

You knew Bucky was joking around to lighten the mood as he did back in high school, but at the moment it wasn't really working. In the past fifteen minutes, you had been kidnapped, found out your kidnapper was your ex from high school, and found out you were planning to be killed. There was a lot going on right now.

Grabbing a shard of glass, Bucky grabbed a lock of your hair and cut it. "There." He held up the evidence, letting you see it. "Now, I'll take the picture and I'll take ya to the cabin before I go to the boss." He concluded as he stood up again. "Alright, play dead." He softly commanded.

You nodded numbly as Bucky grabbed his phone from his pocket, aiming the camera at you. You tried your best to act dead, keeping your eyes open as you bent your arm and a leg in a weird angle.

Bucky snapped a few pictures of you before shutting the camera off. "Perfect. Now let's get out of here." He said, grabbing your hand before leading you out of the warehouse.

Once outside, Bucky checked both ways before he led you toward the alleyway. You couldn't believe everything had gone down so fast. Rushing to his SUV, Bucky helped you into the passenger seat and quickly ran around the front of the car to get into the driver's seat; starting the vehicle. You watched as the trees blurred past as you drove away. It felt like hours until you saw the cabin in the distance, realizing you were going to have to start all over.

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