Hassle

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"Life is difficult for everyone; everyone has bad days. Everyone has trouble in their life, because it doesn't matter how rich you are: Sickness and trouble and worry and love, these things will mess with you at every level of life" ~Domhnall Gleeson

Morning came sooner than I wanted it to, the soft music coming from my alarm clock did no justice for the blaring migraine I had.

The events of last night surely took a toll on me, but my life couldn't stop just because of that.
I've come too far.
Dragging myself out of the comfortable bed, Kamilah let out a sound between a meow and a growl in an attempt for me to come back to bed.
I ruffled her fur before moseying into the bathroom to begin my daily routine.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I entered my closet to find something to wear.
Picking my most comfortable dress, I slipped it on before tending to my hair.
Releasing it from the scarf I wore to sleep, my luscious mane tumbled free.
The black curls were slightly tousled from my constant tossing and turning.

Applying some of my curl definer, I fingered through it and added two bantu knots at the front while the rest hung down.

Clipping in some jewelry and saying 'fuck it' to putting on makeup, I headed downstairs to have a quick breakfast.
After popping a pill for my head and eating a bagel and a bit of fruit, I made a phone call about my security system and asked to have it updated as soon as possible.

Feeling slightly better that that was taken care of, I began brewing some coffee when Bill entered the kitchen. "Good morning" I muttered into my coffee.
"Morning. Are you ready to go?"

I looked up, "did you eat breakfast yet, you're welcome to-"
"That's alright thank you. I have to stop home after dropping you off anyways" he politely cut me off.
I nodded and grabbed my bag and we were on our way.

[Π]

A few days had passed and I was starting to feel a lot better about the whole 'breaking in and leaving a gift' fiasco.
I had changed my security system and felt safe staying home by myself.

Preparing for the fashion show was less stressful than I intended it to be, and I was more than glad that I could see eye to eye with everyone.
I had decided to start rather early, and already had the venue being set up.

I thought it would be flavorful to have a live performance from someone after the models had finished walking, so my team was currently sifting through artists to pick.

Sitting at my desk, I had a bit of free time while waiting for things to be completed, so I started sketching some designs.

The soft chime from the telephone rang, startling me a bit.
"Hello this is Ms. Fox"
"Ms. Fox you have a package here in the lobby" my secretary at the front desk spoke.
"Okay, I'll come down to pick it up. Thank you"
"No problem"

The ride to the lobby was short, my mind too busy in the clouds.
Rounding the corner to the front desk I noticed a beautiful bouquet of tangerine colored flowers.

Looking at Regina, my secretary, I pointed to the flowers as a way of asking if they were mine.
She simply nodded and continued her phone conversation.

I smiled coyly, how did they know tangerine was my favorite color.

Picking up the small card that had my name on it, my delighted face dropped and was replaced with panic.

I recognize that handwriting.

Flipping over the card I read the small note on the back.

O
Adesina, my sweet
There is no need to be afraid, tightening your security won't keep my love away from you.
You don't need it to anyway.

I hope you enjoy these flowers my sweet tangerine.
Love eternal ~ C
P.s - Make sure to bring that lingerie I got you to your upcoming fashion show, I can't wait to see you shine.

My eyes flickered up and all across the room yet no one seemed to notice my apprehension.
How the fuck did this person know about my security?

Taking the note as well as the bouquet, I rushed back up to my office and grabbed the telephone dialing Bill's number as fast as my fingers would let me.
He answered on the second ring, "Hello?"
"Bill, the stalker is at it again" I said in one breath.
"What? Adesina, calm down. What happened?"

I explained that I had received the flowers and read word by word what the creepy note had said.
Bill sighed and I could tell that he was pondering over what to do, as was I.

"Okay, I think I have an idea. We need to get you a bodyguard"
My eyebrows raised, "um, okay"
Bill was a bit older and stated he wouldn't be able to protect me as good as someone younger could, so it would be best to get someone with better training.

It would have to do.
I wasn't entirely sure that I could trust anyone to protect me cause what if that person indeed ends up being the stalker.

Shaking my head, I agreed to meet at the FBI agency to discuss further details.

[Π]

I got to the station as soon as I was done with work.
I had been on edge for the remainder of the day and craved conservation.

After talking with Bill about all the possible ups and downs of having a bodyguard, he assured me that I would be safe and put in good hands.

He contacted whoever the person was and they notified him that they were on their way.

To pass time and to keep myself from losing my mind, I went back to sketching again and lost track of reality.
In the blink of an eye it seemed, Bill snapped me out of my trance and told me that he had arrived.

Walking from the front, to a room with a little more privacy, Bill gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, before leading me in the room.

A man sat alone, his eyes glued to the notes from my stalker, not even noticing we had entered.
He was very, well, pretty.

Long shoulder length curls rested atop his head, smooth creamy skin, plump pink lips, and dark eyes which were lined with makeup.

His eyebrows were dark and had a high arch that most couldn't pull off. His cheekbones were well defined giving him that manly touch.
Androgynous was definitely a word I would use to describe him.
I always had a thing for pretty boys.
He wore a white T-shirt and black jeans, which complemented his slender yet built physique quite nicely.

"Michael" Bill spoke.
Startling both me and the man.
Michael looked up in an instant and our eyes connected.
His lips slowly curved into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and I couldn't help but to smile back.

He stood, and walked over to me with an outstretched hand which I placed in mine.
"Hi I'm Michael, Michael Jackson."

[A/N: Woo! Michael has finally been introduced!
Sorry if things are a little slow, I have to build up the plot before things get juicy. (:<
Hope you enjoyed!]