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-June 24th, 2022.
I woke up at 5:30 am. I sluggishly throw my alarm off the table.
"fuck" i mumble to myself, rubbing my eyes. i haven't gotten up this early since i got home from deployment.

Over the next hour, i take a shower, get dressed in a nice button up black shirt and slick back dress pants, with a pair of black boots, and grab my suitcases that i packed in a hurry last night.

I load everything up into my car around 6:30, and i'm in my car by 6:34.

I didn't sleep good last night, my mind wrecked with thoughts of who my life was going to revolve around until god knows when. i was just hoping that whoever it was, wasn't going to be a huge pain in my ass.

I put on some music for the drive over there, and stop for breakfast about halfway..... should i get them something? no. no. definitely not doing that.

I get myself a bacon egg and cheese sandwich, and eat it in the car, obnoxiously fast. I resume my drive to the huge mansion a little bit down the road. Once i arrive, i park on the street and get out, smoothing down my shirt a bit.

I make my walk to the front door, and take a deep breath as i knock on the door.

I shift my weight back and forth my feet, anxiously playing with my fingers.

The door opens,
"you're late" The older woman's words meet me like a slap in the face.

i look down at my watch. 702.

"Well, Good morning to you too" I murmur as i step inside the door.

The smell of food is the second thing that slaps me in the face.

I walk a bit further into the house, into the kitchen. i'm met with the sight of:
The chef (i'm assuming): he's an older man, maybe early 50's, he's got on an apron and he's piling food onto two plates.

The plates sit in front of two girls:
one of them looks very young and has dirty blonde hair falling a little under her chin, her head is laid on the table and her eyes are closed.

The other girl is stunning, absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. She has long, more platinum blonde hair, that's falling down her back in soft curls. Her perfectly shaped and plump pink lips are parted as she takes a bite of the hot food and immediately freaks out because of how hot it is. Her skin is perfectly tan and her outfit looks like it was crafted by a stylist, a good one. I finally meet her eyes, her big, babydoll blue eyes, that are staring right into mine. My god.

I almost shit my pants.

"Are you going to sit down?" The mom of the girls, Marie, snaps to me. "Or are you just going to stand there and stare?" she adds as im about to speak,

"uhhh... sit." i mumble, barely able to take my eyes off of the second girl.
I step to a chair at the table, and sit down.

Marie sits in front of me.
"You'll be living here. There's a room upstairs, a few rooms from Adeline's." she points to the beautiful girl that just took my breath away.

i nod along as she speaks.

"We've come to realize she has a stalker, someone who attends all of her shows, and knows the address. we've upped the security. and, well... we've got you now too." Marie adds, sipping her coffee

"She will continue touring in a week, and she goes to the studio every day. When we're at this house, your guards can be down. If we are ANYWHERE else, your eyes do not leave her. Do you understand?" Her mom continues, leaning across the table to speak to me.

I nod.
"just one question.." i say confidently, leaning back against the chair.

Marie raises her eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

Not going to lie, i was going to ask a normal question. I was going to ask if i had to stay dressed in suits,
but...
"does she sleep? at all?" flys out of my mouth, a slightly annoyed tone.

Marie shoots a glare at me. There's a soft small laugh behind me, at the kitchen island.

My heart bursts as i look over my shoulder and see Adeline laughing at me.

"never" she mouths to me, a soft smile on her lips.

An Involuntary smile goes to my lips to match hers, it's impossible not to smile at that laugh. I turn back to Marie.

"she sleeps." Her mom says firmly.
"Adeline, show him the room." she says to the small blondie sitting behind me,
"..get him out of my face" she adds in a mumble.

I stand up and stretch my arms a bit, ready to follow the beautiful girl up the stairs.

i'm suddenly finding myself liking this job a lot more than i originally thought i would.

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