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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ROSELYN
".. I need a cigarette.."
I stared at the glass doors which led out onto balcony as sunlight seeped in. My body ached and I tried to ignore my phone ringing on the beside table.
Dominic was still asleep (his head now on the pillow next to mine)— his heavy arms were drapped around my body, keeping me close to him.
He was even more handsome, to say the least, with his eyes softly shut and those long lashes that curled above them, thick eyebrows relaxed, and every so often the corner of his mouth would twitch while he slept.
I sighed and reached for my phone while cursing under my breath. It was 9:30AM.
Alistair.
Now what did he have to say.
I answered his call (which was actually the third attempt to call me) and mumbled, "Yes.. Alistair?"
He replied, "I can tell you're just waking up, Miss Sawyer so I apologize, but something's happened— something involving.. R."
I shifted slightly away from Dominic and he let out out a grunt in his sleep which made me roll my eyes.
"There's someone with you?" Alistair questioned with a scoff.
"A someone who is a asleep right now," I murmured into the phone. ".. we've both called one another during worse, Alistair— now, what happened?"
"..We've recieved another package, Miss Sawyer," He explained. ".. but instead of a random box they got bolder— UPS, Justin noticed how it smelt like ass and called me down there. We have it in the storage closet of the mail room.. Deonna is already freaking out 'cause that's on the first floor and you know how she is."
"All this goddamn drama.. and Deonna is just actin' like everyone on that floor would if they knew, Alistair, give the woman a break," I groaned, adjusting my bonnet. ".. I'll be there as soon as I can— be on high alert and don't touch it anymore than you already have. Try to keep Deonna calm so everyone else doesn't get suspicious of anything."
Alistair muttered, "If anything you should stay home for your own safety, Miss Sawyer— just call up Pretty Boy and send him on his way to go check it out."
