The Custodian (Revised)

Chapter 20

I saw a beautiful disaster today, for she only appeared pure; she's got my soul wanting to play.

~Elzie~

The first time I laid eyes upon this woman, I craved her worst...first. There was something about her eyes that made my soul spark.

It wants to play with hers strongly.

As soon as I vanished from her existence, I immediately want to stare into those eyes of hers.

There's a story behind her beautiful face, and I'm eager to know, for I feel uneasy at my urge to experience some more of her.

She was described as something so monstrous, and yet, she appears to be nothing other than a beautiful butterfly.

That doesn't mean that she isn't a monster from within, but my level is not ordinary.

I'd shake hands with her demons just to be close to her.

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I work dirty.

I've been back and fourth between Columbia and America ever since my teen years. I needed to find a location near the Cameron twins, so I was referred to the site where I met Lucy.

I do business with her brothers, and after meeting her, I want to do business with her...alone.

It's been a long time since someone's had my attention. I'm guessing this will be fun for me.

Some time had passed by and so far, she's been in her office everyday that I show up at the site. I mean, I don't watch her area to see if she's there or anything.

I like to make sure that she's present.

To see what she's wearing, and what color scarf she's wearing tied around her wild and curly hair.

Okay so I pay attention to her. I just hope that she doesn't catch me starring because I do that a lot.

We speak often, that we've met and I'm glad of it. I always tell her how beautiful she looks. She's just blush and continue working.

Lucy Lu Is what I call her. It makes her cringe. I only do it because she'd roll her eyes before smiling.

Those eyes...They're magic.

She's sort of quiet which makes me even more interested in her.

The first day I met her, I noticed when I handed her phone to her after she dropped it that she was attempting to call someone named Brad.

Whoever the fuck that is...

It's gotta be the same person who makes her lash out almost everyday when she's in her office. Every time she answers that phone, she says "fucking" at least ten times within a minute.

It's him.

I'm also wondering if I should be embarrassed at the fact that it annoys me as if she's mine...

I'm not jealous, I just don't like him calling her.

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When I wake up most mornings, I speak to the man up stairs.

"I met a doll named Lucy. There was an odd connection between the two of us and uhh... I would like to know what was that all about." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I began to smile at the thought of her rugged innocence.

I was going to take another step, and ask her for her number.

All the while, I do tend to make her smile and giggle.

Oh, her laugh is like music to my ears. I can't get enough of it.

On this day, when I arrived to the site, I saw her and I nearly scanned the clothes off of her body. She wore all white.

Her shirt had a lace pattern that covered her chest and it stopped on her neck, and the remainder of it was sheer.

Her pants were high-waist and fitted revealing her frame from her tush, to her thighs. I was highly distracted as I was the very first time I laid eyes upon her.

Once she noticed that I was almost behind her, she swiftly turn around and walked pass me as if I was the mid-air.

Before she stepped into her office, she looked back at me smiling.

"Good morning!"

At that very moment, her sweet voice became my medicine. There's no way I was leaving that site without being about to contact her.

I slowly walked towards her scanning her some more. Fancy heels, looks like their worth about a half grand. She had a white sheer material scarf tied in a bow around her head. Diamond studs...

Real diamonds.

Once I was directly in front of her, I felt that connection again.

"Good morning to you too." Her dimples revealed as she tried her hardest not to blush. We starred atone another for a few moments silently, and she turned away from me to take a seat in her rolling chair. I watched her put a stack of papers onto her desk from a file cabinet that was behind her, then she opened a thin drawer in front of her and pulled out a book.

She seemed a little hesitant while softly tracing the title on the cover, then she looked up at me.

"I'm an avid reader." She said softly.

"This book is..." she looked down, then looked back up at me and started to giggle.

"I'm sorry" she whispered.

"Don't ever be" I quickly blurted. She was feeling the same connection as I was.