DEATH FLOWER

Chapter 4

XANDROS'S POV

A few hours ago if someone would have told me I'd end up at the police station trying to get a menance out of there I would have Well, believed them. That's the deal of being willingly or unwillingly acquainted to Morana Anderson. At this point, I had a firm belief she had a thing for police officers because every few days she would end up there.

As a matter of fact, today wasn't a long day for Morana alone. I had my fair share of shit disguised as a day. And when I say shit I mean fucking real shit.

What seemed to be a normal morning turned out into something abhorrent when I opened my office door only to find a familiar blonde in an all too tight attire and exhibiting skin leaning casually against my oak table like she owned the place. Camilia. This girl was as stubborn as a mule. She had been chasing me around ever since she laid her eyes on me on the first day of college. If only she wasn't the daughter of a man I truely respect- Scott Whittaker my teacher, kicking her out once and for all would've been,Well, a quadrillion times easier.

The green silk of her clothing was barely clinging on to her skin revealing her augmented breasts and white skin making my stomach churn with disgust. Who the fuck dresses up like that? This wasn't a bar but a fucking office. My fucking office. After enough headache and the urge to throw her out of my floor to ceiling window I finally managed to kick her out. When it came to self respect she literally had zero. Maybe even negative.

I hadn't even let out a sigh of relief when it was obstructed by a slight knock on the door followed by my reluctant manager trudging his way inside. There had been a fire at our recently opened warehouse. Luckily all the workers had evacuated safely and we didn't suffer much damage. The fire team had gained control over the fire before further havoc keeping the damages to a bare minimum. Despite that it had drained much of my energy.

The fire broke out due to a defective electrical equipment. At least that's what the experts were saying but I bet there was something more to it. Paranoid? Maybe yes maybe no. There were many things that didn't fit in. A) I had faith in my equipments. B) While running a business you always have to stay on your toes.

As if that bullshit wasn't enough for me, fate surely had other thoughts. I was on my way back home eager to bury myself in my comfortable bed and embrace a good nights sleep when my phone's screen flashed with an incoming call.

Mathew let out an exasperated sigh.

"Xandros, I know you've got alot going on but can you get Morana from the police station? I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't just a hundred miles away."

I could feel his exhaustion through the phone so why couldn't he mine. Dammit. Nevertheless, now here I was driving my way through the streets of my life and of course Manhatten with a leviathan named Morana sitting right beside me on the passengers seat.

After forty five minutes, a handful of questions, the undue interference of a squid and of course Morana nearly killing Charles-the douchebag for the dozenth time the police had finally let her go. More like Morana finally let the police officers go.

Much to my surprise the useless Charles Scum had slightly useful friends up his sleeves. He enjoyed a camaraderie with the squid faced police officer which resulted in Morana laying in the cell in that disheveled state.

Ok, it did catch me off guard. I hadn't expected her to be in that form. Utterly unguarded and not fiesty. For some desolate reason, it did form a tight knot in my chest making me uneasy at the sight. Her vulnerability at that moment gave rise to an unforseen emotion I wouldn't prefer labeling as my gaze lingered on her more than necessary. How the brown eyes of hers collided with my blue ones as she looked at me with bewilderment for the first time. How she-