manners

- Chapter 3 -

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Ambrose's POV
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The Same Day, 7:32 PM...

To say the day had gone horribly slow and painful, would be an understatement. Miss Del Rey wanted pretty much nothing to do with me, which I expected as I am only here for her when she needs me and to keep an eye on her, but whenever I was even slightly brought up in conversation, she talked about me like I was a bad taste in her mouth.

She had been recording some new material for the majority of the day, and even if I tried to lie, I couldn't in saying that she is extremely talented. Vocally and lyrically.

A few moments in the day that stuck out to me, were when she would look at me every couple of seconds, with an almost.. fearful look in her eye that was barely concealed by annoyance. I read her better than she probably thought I could, and something about her demeanor around me said that she was intimidated.

Is that something I want to put in others? Yes. But in her? No. I want her to feel safe around me. Because if she doesn't trust the one person that is supposed to protect her, whom is she to trust?

I found the answer to that fairly quickly, as we were walking to the studio's front doors. What I assumed was the plan -me taking her back home in the car- was not what she wanted at all.

Just as I was about to open up the door for her, she let out an unexpected sigh filled with frustration.

"Ambrose," That was certainly not expected. Her addressing me by my first name, "You can go back home, I don't need you to take me tonight."

I still opened up the door for her, just a little slower than I usually do as this peaked my interest. She walked out onto the sidewalk as she always does and turned back to me, her arms crossed. I made my way out onto the pavement next to her, crossing my own, and looked down at her, ready to interrogate her, "What do you mean by not needing me to take you tonight?"

"Someone else is picking me up." The vagueness of her sentence along with her annoyed and dismissive tone made me want to press further, "Who is this someone?"

She rolled her eyes and glared up at me, "Why are you acting like my parent? Just go already." I was quick to answer, "I am acting like your parent because I need to know who is around you and make sure that they aren't a threat to you. That is my job."

She simply just rolled her eyes once more, like a teenager and not like the grown woman that she was, and turned towards the street. "God, if you must know, it's my boyfriend that's picking me up."

The way she said the word 'boyfriend' rubbed me the wrong way. It was like she was shoving the fact that she had one in my face. She smiled a little in arrogance as a blue Lexus F Sport pulled up to the curb at an alarmingly fast speed.

"Here he is now."

I turned my gaze to the blue car as its blacked out passenger window slowly rolled down, revealing a man that was glaring daggers in my direction. Miss Del Rey went over to the passenger window, leaned in and kissed the man that was leaning over to it passionately. I blinked a little and looked away, a slight tinge of something I didn't recognize stabbing my chest. Had she done that in such a provoking way on purpose?