DANGEROUS

Chapter 7

Genevieve

I shot up from my seat, making the chair fall off. "What?"

"Wait...just wait...I got this..." I hear him typing rapidly.

I started pacing, eating the remaining of my nails as I nervously waited.

"Woo...it's done...I got it blocked."

"What? What?"

"Someone just hacked in your file, but from what it seems, they only need three more minutes before completely entering your file. Good thing I blocked it perfectly."

I sighed in relief, "That was close Fredrick."

He sighs, "I know I know, I'm sorry, I'll be on check every time. Don't worry. You can trust me Gene."

I took deep breaths, picking up my chair before sitting down again. "Thanks Fred. Terminate any images that has been held up about me on the Internet."

"Sure." I heard him typing away as I opened a drawer and picked my brown notebook. "It's loading, by the time it's complete, you're photos will be gone around the Internet."

"Thanks again Fred, I really owe you."

"You better owe me." I heard a noise at the other line, "Sorry Gene, duty calls. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and put the earphone down.

I opened the brown notebook and started writing on my journal.

* * * * *

The next morning, I was off to work again since its Monday. My shift starts at 09.30 PM, so I didn't have to wake up early.

I did my morning routines and chose an outfit for today. I decided what car should I use for today and picked my Mustang.

I arrived at work at exactly 08.23 PM. Livy was nowhere but Jennifer along with Marty and Kylie were there. People started entering the museum, I walked up to Jennifer.

"Elizabeth, darling, thank god you're here. You see those people?" She gently grabbed my shoulder, pointing at the men wearing suits, sitting on one of the waiting areas.

There were at least ten of them, all wearing black suits and tie. They didn't seem like they care being here, but they were like security guards. You know, from the movies with wires in their ears and guns and those men in black and all that shit? Yeah.

"Yes and?" I asked Jenny, she sighed. "They're here for you," I raised an eyebrow.

Before I could answer, my phone rang, I picked up without looking at the caller. "Hart."

"Eliza." I widen my eyed, "You again?" I asked with a slight scowl on my face.

"I wanted to call you and say I've landed safely."

I clenched my fist, "Can you please stop acting like I'm your fucking wife or something?" I growled out lowly.

I saw Jenny staring at me weirdly. Feigning a smile, I dragged my butt out of the hallway and into a private room.

I closed the staff's door behind me and sighed. "Eliza, don't give me that tone." I growled, "Oh come on Justin! I'm not your girlfriend! Quit bothering me like...like we're an old couple or something! I'm not into you! I'm not yours!"

There was silence at the other line. "Can you repeat that again?"

I scoffed, "Do I have to spell it out for you? I. AM. NOT. YOURS. N-O-T NOT. Y-O-U-R-S YOURS. NOT YOURS! God, why do you have to be so dence?"

He started to laugh darkly, "Let me tell you something sweetie." I gasped at his tone.

His voice was rough and raspy. Like he was angry but was containing it. I was curious to what he has to say.

"You are mine. Mine! Do you fucking understand that? You belong to me! You're mine and mine only."

I widen my eyed, "Are you crazy? I'm not yours! I'm not an object you asshole! And I will not tolerate how you treat women like they're a thing or an animal!" Silence. "If you're going to keep acting like this, then I'm not answering any of your calls! Fuck you!" I hung up.

Who does he think he is?

* * * * *

"Oh, so that's how you guys met," Livy whispered to herself, "and then what happened?" She asked from their living room, I sighed, "I punched him and ran off." I said, washing my hands.

I heard the microwave ding, "What? You punched him? Whoa, remind me not to touch you." I rolled my eyes, bringing out the bowl of popcorns out of the microwave.

"He deserved it. He was being touchy and I hate boys who touches you without permission." I entered the living room, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"I don't know. I think he's being sweet." I snorted, sitting down, "Sweet? Let me tell you about him tracking my phone, calling me, and telling me some updates of where he is and how he is. He's acting like he's my freaking husband or boyfriend. What an asshole."

"Wait. He tracked your phone? So does that mean he knows where you live now? Aw, bummer."

"No. He couldn't track my phone there. I'm lucky. I hate how he acts around me. When I was at work, he called again and we got into an argument. He was...telling me how I was his and his only. He's crazy, Liv."

Livy stopped eating her churro, "What? He said what?"

"He said-"

"I know I know-"

"Then why did you ask-"

"I can't believe this! Eli, do you know what this means?"

I shrugged.

"He likes you!" I rolled my eyes and grabbed my cup of coke.

"Yeah, I think we've accomplished that after he asked me for my undying love - I know for sure it means something else; like prostitution!" I exclaimed and took a sip, "But I don't know, I got nothing left in my theory-list."

Livy stared at me and raised her eyebrows, "You have a theory-list? What is that? Is that where you list down all your theories after writing down the situation or something?"

"Wow," I smirked, "you're actually pretty smart Liv."

"Shut up!" She pouted, "Anyways, back to the topic - what I meant is that he 'likes' you, like like like you. You know?"

I shrugged and gulped another chug of my coke. "I don't know Livy, no guy could ever like me."

"What? Tell me you did not just say that, Elizabeth Rose Hart."

Uh oh, my best friend called me with my full name. Not good.