Miss Roselyn Sawyer; the beautiful CEO of Canopy of Crystal, a flourishing jewelry company.
Dominic Pierce; the young and new bodyguard who was just returned his freedom.
All she wanted to know were three simple things.
1) His height, weight, fighti...
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DOMINIC
"I got it...I actually got the damn job."
I stood outside of the large office building under the shade and quickly pulled out my phone.
I needed to call Simon.
I dialed his number and pressed the phone to my ear. After a good thirty seconds of ringing he finally answered the call.
"I swear on my old man's grave if this shit ain't good-"
"-I got the job, Simon." I told him and not even a millisecond layer he broke out into a fit of laughter, wheezing in between laughs, it sounded like he probably smoked a blunt before I called.
Simon composed himself and chuckled, "Ya called me to tell me that? Dominic, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know shit before it even happens- in fact I consider myself celestial..."
I rolled my eyes and pulled the phone away from my ear. That goddamn ego of his, now it was time for him to rant about his greatness for a good five minutes.
That didn't really matter though.
Now I might actually be alright, start over, become someone new- someone better because, fuck, I am far from better. Those six years didn't reform me, what I saw in that place is what made me never want to go back. But everybody always told me 'you'll be back', every officer, guard, and inmate, and the worst part of it all is that I can't say if they're wrong or if they're right.
"Are ya fucking listening?!"
I looked down at my phone and brought it back to my ear, Simon must've shouted pretty loud into his phone because my phone wasn't on speaker.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked and Simon groaned in fustration.
"I said I'm pulling in the parking lot, I decided since I'm oh-so kind that we're celebratin'." He explained and I spotted his Rolls-Royce Wraith driving slow, I guess trying to spot me.
"I'm at the front of the building, Simon." I said flatly and I heard the screech of his tires as he whipped around the corner and pulled up in front of me, dust and rubber flung into the air and I looked him unimpressed.
Once the dust cleared Simon rolled down the passenger window with a grin. And I noticed the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
I walked up to the car and leaned into the car. "You probably fucked up your tires." I joked while tapping the window sill of the car. Simon shooed me off with a chuckle, "I'll just buy new ones, now get in."
