Falling Forbidden (Unfinished)

2 Instant Enemies

Adam

Selena May.

Born on June 5th, 2001. 

Half Lebanese, half Mexican. 

Distinguishing features: Light brown eyes and long, thick black hair. Majoring in Business at USC with a 4.0 GPA, and working her way up as a Social Media Coordinator at the school's Marketing Department. 

Engaged to Marc Vargas. Twenty-two. Dad is in prison for laundering money worth two billion. Marc was left to look after his mother who's in chemo for cancer. He's a medical student, which Selena's dad is secretly paying for. Apparently, he and Marc's dad are childhood friends.

Her dad is also a shit liar.

What he'll never dare to tell his wife and daughter is that he sells drugs to all the Mexican gangs in LA. And he's probably fucked up and put his family in danger. 

That's the only reason he hired me. The company I work for is known only through word-of-mouth. It's a low-key operation that usually ends with me murdering someone to protect somebody else. It pays fucking well. But it's unfortunately the kind of job that also kills a part of you if you're good at it. 

So imagine my fucking surprise, when after all that shit, I'm stuck with a snarky princess who's not only as entitled as I imagined, but she wants nothing to do with me.

I watch in astonishment as she ignores her parents' wishes to have lunch together, making up some bullshit excuse to leave. No questions about the threat. It doesn't seem like she even believes it. She just tosses her tiny bag over her shoulder and heads down the exit. 

Her parents gasp. The dad turns to me to say something, but I'm already after her. From now on, she's all I'm going to focus on. I don't need any instructions. My vision is crystal clear and zoned in, tracking her every move. 

I travel my gaze over the back of her body. She's wearing a black dress that ties around the waist, accentuating her curves. It's a modest-length, reaching below the knee. But the top is low-cup and open like a square. So every step she takes, her breasts bounce a little. 

All this lasts only a couple of seconds. As soon as she's out of the dining hall, she whirls to the right and gets out of my sight. I sprint after her, twisting in the same direction, and I almost tackle her to the ground. She hadn't moved at all behind the wall.

She yelps as our bodies get close, but I halt at the last second and take a step back.

"Why are you following me?" She yells, her face all flushed as she's panting. 

I don't know how to answer that. Because it's what I'm hired to do? Because your dad is a dickhead who put your life in danger, but doesn't have the balls to come clean to you?

"Look, I don't know what this 'threat' is," she continues. "But it has nothing to do with me. I have the most boring life. I don't do anything. So... you following me is not only a huge waste of time, but it's going to be a disaster. I'm a very private person and I don't like people."

"Good," I say calmly. "Then we shouldn't have a problem."

"Oh. Good. So... you agree to being fired?"

"Nope."

"Hmm. Wow, I didn't realize..." She blinks in mocking realization. "I don't have to ask you! You're fired." 

"That's cute, but no."

Her jaw drops open. "Excuse me?"

Is that supposed to be her threatening voice?