An (Un)Suspected Visitor -2-
OKAYY...so here's a second and short chapter. I thought I'd continue this story just for the heck of it. I got a couple of fans and it made me happy so that is the reason why I suddenly got the "shove" to write. (This isn't one of my best chapters due solely to the fact that I haven't gotten much sleep these past few days...)
One of the honest reasons why I don't update as often as I should: I prioritize reading over writing. If you go on Quizilla, you probably know what the "watchlist" is, right? Anyway, my iPhone, the laptop, and the desktop computer all hate me and refuse to let me add authors/users to my watchlist. Hence, I have a HUGE folder of bookmarks that lead to the profiles of the users of my favorite stories on Quizilla in my iPhone (My iPhone is my main device. I literally use it like a laptop except for writing essays. I even write all my stories here which means I'm using it as I write this. I actually don't have my own laptop, I just borrow my sister's for essays...). Sooo, it takes FOREVER and more to check up on all those stories. Then I have to check my email for the stories I read on Mibba and Wattpad. I really really adore reading more than writing. By the time I finish reading, I've already used up all my free time and I can't write. Hehe.
Anywayyyy, here's the next chapter of An (Un)Suspected Visitor.
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Kayla's POV
I lazily fixed my shirt as the car pulled up in front of an expensive hotel. My dad practically lived in hotels. Sure he had houses, but they weren't really his home. Heck, I'd be surprised if he stayed in one country for more than three weeks! It was all about business to him.
I got out of the frikkin stretch limo and let Jace lead me to what I assume is my father's hotel suite. You heard right. He's not settling for a hotel room, he has to have a SUITE despite how short of a time he'll be here. As we made our way to one of the top floors, I mentally prepared myself to what was sure to come. My father was probably here to check up on me. Oh, and he probably had some news, too. He always did.
The bell of the elevator dinged as we reached the 20th floor. I sighed as I saw Jace raised his arm, implying that I should exit the elevator before him.
"Stop acting all gentlemanly. It does NOT change the fact that you will probably follow me around everyday, always be behind me by only a few paces, and basically be the textbook definition of a stalker," I told him as we walked down the hall to one of the only two suites in the floor. I knew which one my father was staying at because of the two men standing by the door. I recognized their faces.
Jace was so close to me that I could hear his breathing and feel his breath on my neck. I spun around suddenly.
"Can stop violating my personal space?! You are creeping the hell out of me by how close you are! Stay at least
5-8 steps behind me, got it?" I all but yelled at his face. He smirked. Man, I wanted to rip his face off whenever he did that.
"No can do, miss. Your father said that I have to be close to you at all times. ALL TIMES," he said.
"Being close to me does not mean breathing down my neck. Stay. Away," I said menacingly.
The door to the my father's suite opened abruptly and I saw my father with his executive assistant, Mike, stood in the doorway.
"Kayla, nice to see that you've met Jace," my father said with a smile. "Come in. I want to talk to you."
As I walked in, I said, "Met him? I've screamed and yelled at him. He's f*cking stalking me!"
My dad chuckled and motioned for me to sit on a sofa while he sat in a chair to the side of it.
"He's your personal bodyguard. It's his job to 'stalk' you, as you put it," he said.
"I have more than enough personal bodyguards. I don't need another. I don't even need ONE. Can you just get rid of him? He's the most stalker-ish out of all of them!" I said-well, more like demanded.
"He's closest to you at all times because he's your head of security. No, I will not get rid of him. I care about your safety too much," he said sympathetically.
"Moving on, how are your grades?" he asked.
"Same as always. All A's. Top marks on behavior and cooperation, also," I said.
"Good, because you have to come with me to France," he said.
"NO! I will not leave the country with you this time. I've been kicked out of all my other schools because I haven't been present in class enough days despite my high grades! I can't just disappear anymore. I've only been in this school for like three months! I only have two weeks left until winter break. Can't it wait?" I said. My voice was almost pleading.
"You know that training is our top priority. We need to go. And you need to come," he said firmly.
See, my dad is running low on options. He has built for himself a large business empire and I'm sort of his last hope. My oldest sister straight out refused to study business in university and my other sister has messed up too much in life-whether it be in picking the right friends or in following the law. I was his only daughter left. And I'm too damn nice to completely abandon what my father has worked for all his life. I'm his protogé. Or his heiress. I'm his last hope.
If I had refused like my oldest sister, he'd have to hand off all his shares to someone not in the family. He REALLY doesn't want to do that. I, being the amazing daughter that I am, try to balance out what I want and what he wants to the best of my abilities. But when he pulls me out of school for these "training" sessions, it gets hard to do normal stuff and be a freaking businesswoman.
"Dad, let's talk about the training later. Can you please get rid of him? He's like 24 and he's following me around. Doesn't that seem a bit off to you? Reassign him to something else. Make him one of your associates assistant. Just get him the hell away from me!" I begged-almost.
"I'm right here," Jace said from behind the sofa.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. Does it really look like I care?" I said. My anger and annoyance basically had full control over all that came out of my mouth.
"He's only 19. I will not reassign him for reasons that you need not know of. Also, you better treat him nice, Kayla, or I will INCREASE security to the level that I want it instead of the low level upon which you had requested," my father said.
I sat there with my mouth agape. "He CANNOT possibly be 19. He seriously looks 24. Believe me, I know," I said.
"How exactly would you know so well how a 24 year old looks like Kayla?" Jace asked mockingly.
"Nothing. Nevermind," I muttered.
Truth is, whenever I was in France or New York or wherever for training, I snuck into clubs for a little release from the stress. By now, most of them knew my face, name, and status well enough not to refuse me entrance. Obviously, my dad doesn't know. Damn, now that Jace was going to follow me around so closely, I won't be able to sneak away from my security so easily. Can someone please tell me one good thing that's going to come out of having him around?!
"My age is not an important matter. Sir, please move on. I'd like to get your daughter back to her home before it gets dark," Jace said.
"There's no need for such concern, Jace. She'll be staying at the other suite on this floor until we leave for France. No more school for right now. Mike is arranging everything. Your stuff will be here soon, Kayla. Please go to your suite now. I have things to deal with immediately," my father said.
"UGHHHHHH!" I yelled.
My dad gave me a stern look and I raised my hands up in surrender. Jace looked like he was holding back a laugh. I glared at him. I glared so menacingly that I was surprised he wasn't six feet under the ground yet.
