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Dorian's POV

We continue our Q&A session as we briefly wander the front grounds of parliament hill. In a short span of time I've learned that Darcy failed English and History in high school, whereas I got special awards in both. I learned that he grew up on a farm and loves to ride horses. I've also learned some rough things like, he had an older sister who died in a car accident when he was 16. In turn I told him about Aamilah and some embarrassing high school stories.

As I learn more about him, his tough exterior seems to melt away. I'm beginning to see warmth and passion behind his golden hazel eyes. As I'm beginning to see more of who Darcy really is the more my walls come down. His charms are becoming harder and harder to resist. It is so strange to know so many intimate details about someone without even knowing their real name.

I decide to take Darcy to the National Gallery of Canada since it's a pretty popular tourist attraction. As we walk I feel my eyes get heavier and I know that I probably won't be able to get through the day without caffeine.

" Lets stop by Timmies, I need some coffee" I suggest.

"Timmies?" Darcy asks with his eyebrow cocked.

"Tim Hortons, it's the best" I respond

"Ohh, I've heard of that. Sounds good"

"Okay, cool there should be one close by, they're literally everywhere in Canada" I tell Darcy.

Sure enough, a block later I spot the trademark red Tim Hortons sign. We step inside and the familiar scent of sweet coffee envelops me.

"You should get an Ice capp, it's a staple and it'll change your life" I tell Darcy.

"If you say so" He responds with a smile.

We walk up to the counter and I feel Darcy's hand briefly brush against mine. The small contact makes my face heat up even though I'm sure it's just an accident.

I order the ice capps and take out my wallet from my purse to pay.

"Put that away, I'll pay" Says Darcy.

Growing up brown, my parents always taught me to fight for the bill. And, that's exactly what I was going to do.

" Not a chance, we're on my turf so I'm paying. If I ever end up in the states you can pay. Deal?" I demand as I look up to meet his soft brown eyes. He gazes into my eyes before responding with a little smirk and nod.

I pay and we get our drinks, I take a sip and the sweet and cool taste takes me right back to my childhood.

"Holy shit this is so fucking good!!" Darcy exclaims. I can't help but laugh slightly at his awe.

As we weave our way through the city and towards the gallery I can't help but get a dark feeling of premonition. I just chalk it up to paranoia, but something inside me is telling me that it's more than that.

I dismiss it as I try to focus on the fact that this is probably the best time I've had in a while. We finally reach the gallery and pay for tickets to head inside. The magnificent geometric glass walled building lets in ample rays of golden sunshine which hit Darcy's face and illuminate all his features in the most stunning way. He might be the best piece of art in this building.

We head over to the wing that houses the renaissance paintings, and I still can't fully shake the feeling of something bad happening. As we stroll around a corner I catch a glimpse of 2 brooding men in back suits behind us. Darcy has his face tilted upwards admiring the large ornate paintings that decorate the walls. I elbow him slightly in the ribs to get his attention.

"Don't look behind, but I think there's people following us." I whisper.

"Okay, let's leave this area and see if they follow" Darcy whispers back.

I try to stay calm as we exit the area and walk briskly into another. Before I even know what's happening, Darcy grabs me by the waist and spins me around so that our chests are pressed together and his face is only inches from mine. With one hand wrapped around my waist he uses the other to gently brush a stray piece of hair from my cheek. His eyes meet mine and I can't help as my breathing quickens slightly from his touch.

"Smile, don't look so shocked. We need to seem like a regular couple." He whispers into my ear as his hot breath tickles my neck.

"Okay" I weakly reply.

"Now, quickly look over my shoulder and see if those guys are still following us" He commands.

I take a quick glance over his broad shoulder to see the same brooding men following us.

"Shit, they're still following us. We need to lure them somewhere less open, there's too many civilians here."

"Okay, in a few seconds I'm going to kiss you. We should pretend as if we are a couple who needs to find a more 'private' space. So we don't look suspicious" Darcy tells me. My whole body heats up at the prospect of me and Darcy being a couple in a museum looking for somewhere to fuck. Sure enough in the blink of an eye his lips move to mine and I can taste the faint hint of coffee in his mouth. My lips hungrily meet his soft pink ones and start moving in perfect harmony. His strong hand clutches my waist and pulls my body flush against his. He pulls away and grabs my hand

"We should go down that hallway, it seems pretty deserted" Darcy suggests as he pulls my hand. Sure enough the rest of the museum patrons don't pay any attention to us, but the men in the black suits start to slowly follow us. Darcy notices this too and his grip on my hand tightens. We head into the deserted hallway, fully aware of the quickening pace of the men behind us.

 Dealing with crime rings like Black Ivy can be difficult, since they can literally get access to any and all information. They even have moles in the top levels of government. Since neither Darcy or I are carrying guns, this will probably turn out to be a brutal hand to hand combat fight. Darcy gives my hand a quick reassuring squeeze and then lets go. We both turn around and put our hands up in a fighting position. 

Sure enough a few seconds later the men in the black suits enter. Darcy nods at me and we both go charging at them. Darcy takes the slightly taller one on the left and I take the one on the right. I manage to trip the guy I'm fighting and with a thump he falls to the ground, but he acts swiftly and is back on his feet in no time. 

I jab at his face with my left fist, but he easily dodge and lands a punch directly on my jaw. I duck down and hit him in the stomach and jab my knee into his crotch. I take the opportunity of his guard being down and kick him right in the sternum which sends him to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye I see that Darcy has already easily taken down his opponent and has him pinned between his legs while Darcy pummels his face. 

Darcy's dark brown locks are clinging to his forehead from sweat and his fists are streaked with blood from the face he's pummeling. Turning my attention back to my opponent who is laying on the floor, I walk over and quite literally step on him. I take my foot and press my heel into his chest to keep him down. He groans and reaches for his jacket pocket, before I even register what is happening I see him pull out a small handgun and point it at Darcy.

"Darcy! Gun!" I manage to yell before a deafening bang resounds and echoes down the long hallway. 

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