The Bad Boy Loves Me (COMPLETED)

His eyebrows furred in confusion. "Your bag? Why would you think that?" "Cause this is my room. This is my Dad's house." "Ah..." He drawled out. "Well I'm sorry to tell you this sweet cheeks, but this is my room." My cheeks burned at his words, I mean, who does he think he is? "No, I don't think so, this is my room. S...