Destruction, Denial and Devotion

Prologue: The Knight and Shining Armor [Part 3]

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December 21, 2013, 2:54 AM

“Call me.”

            Lauren looked at him confused, standing a few inches off of the wall. She couldn’t come up with a reason why he’d want her to call him.

Maybe he was sick?

Yeah, that was it, definitely sick. His face was red enough to prove it.

            “If you are ever out past nine o’clock, call me.” His brown eyes stared straight into hers, making her squirm with his serious glare. The turmoil in him seemed to churn his stomach into a mess, he didn’t care if she didn’t want to be around him. He’d make sure she was safe.

She didn’t like being under his watchful eyes, it made her feel naked and exposed. So she adverted her eyes, in attempt to get the sick feeling off of her.

“Lauren, do you want me angry?” he asked softly.

She felt gutsy. “Maybe.”

She didn’t understand why he was interrogating her, it wasn’t like she did something wrong. Unless it’s now a crime to be a victim.

His nostrils flared. “Don’t test me. I’m being serious. If you don’t call me, and I find out I will be very angry.” He gritted through his teeth.

One of her blond eyebrows rose in suspicion. “And you want to spend more time with me, for what reason exactly?”

Her snappy attitude was going to get herself into trouble, and Desmond was in no mood to be messing around.

He sighed loudly and cursed under his breath. “Can you please just cooperate, or are you always this difficult?”

She smiled. Somebody’s a bit grouchy. “Not usually.”

“Oh, so I’m the only person that you give hell? Just my luck.” He took a step back from her. He needed to get her home.

“Not really, I’m usually a lot worse. So I guess you’re in luck.”

He snorted and took her arm, towing her behind him. “Just promise you’ll call.”

She looked at the back of his body, it was weird how serious he was, with a stiff back and a tight voice. She wasn’t sure what to think. “Fine.”

“It’s going to be hard keeping you out of trouble.” She couldn’t see it, but a small smile fell over his lips. He didn’t mind being there for her, contradicting her own thoughts.

He led her down different alleys and streets until they came close to her apartment building.

“Desmond?”

His brown eyes shifted to her. “What is it?”

Her blond hair was scattered over her head, looking like she just woke up. He bit back a smile. He had to keep his walls up.

She pointed with her finger at the apartment buildings kind of dumbfounded, searching for the right words to get her question across, with scrunched eyebrows. “How did you find me? Moreover, how did you know where I lived?”

He stilled, his cheeks becoming slightly flush. Quickly he ducked his head down, brushing her shoulder as he walked by. He wasn’t going to stand there and willingly answer her questions, not today.

She turned around and watched the distance in between them increase.

“Desmond! You can’t just ignore me!” He just kept walking, ignoring her screaming.

He was so infuriating. She swore that he ignored her just to get under her skin. It didn’t matter how attractive he was. His brown hair and eyes weren’t going to get him anywhere, he was still a jerk.

“You jerk. I’m not going to call you.”

Just forget it.

She started to walk to the doors of the apartment building, passing the cops in the parking lot that were ever-present.

Her phone buzzed right when she walked through the doors. She fished her phone out of her pocket and flipped it open.

It was an unknown number.

Oh, but you will, and I’ll make good damn sure about it. Goodnight, Cupcake.

Oh, the horrid nickname. He was definitely an ass.