The Secretary

Home Sweet Home?

After Carson and I's little vacation in Italy we made our way back home. We took his private jet as usual and I slept through the whole flight. Which is also the usual whenever I fly. We were now in one of his cars since Carson never feels like driving after a long flight so one of his drivers are driving us to my apartment. He tried to convince me to come to his house with him since it would be "easier" but I knew he just wanted me to spend a day with him probably just staying in bed for the rest of the day.

I looked over at Carson who's sleeping soundly with his head on my shoulder. For some reason he hardly ever sleeps on planes so right now he's a bit tired from staying up for hours. I take this time to really study his features. He had dark brown hair that could be mistaken for black if you weren't looking closely. He had a perfect chiseled jaw and plump lips that were amazing to kiss. If his eyes were open you would be able to see his dark stormy grey eyes that seemed to always be so soft around me. But when he was around other people his eyes looked like there was a storm in them. This man was stunning and I had no idea how I was so lucky. What did I ever do to deserve this man? Whenever I was around him I couldn't even think straight. And when I wasn't around him all I could think about was him. It's crazy what happens when you're in-

"Why are you staring at me?" I heard Carson mumble which snapped me out of my thoughts. What the hell was I just thinking? It's way too early for that. I blinked a few times, realizing I still hadn't answered him.

"Me? Staring? Pfft. I wasn't staring. I just so happened to be looking at you as I zoned out." I rambled quickly which made him narrow his eyes sleepily at me.

"You are probably the worst liar I have ever seen, sweetheart." He said as he lifted his head off of my shoulder and rubbed his eyes.

I sighed heavily but couldn't really argue. I was a pretty bad liar but there were a few occasions where I was able to lie pretty well.

We pulled up to my apartment building and kissed his cheek "See you at work tomorrow." I said and was about to get out but Carson quickly grabbed my wrist.

"I can't walk my girlfriend into her apartment?" He asked and gave me those damn puppy dog eyes that I could never say no to.

"Alright, c'mon. Get out so you can walk me up." I said as I got out and he quickly got out after me. We walked up to my apartment which was on the third floor. Once we were in front of my door I smiled at him.

"Thanks for walking me up." I unlocked the door and opened it. What I saw instantly made me let out a gasp. "Oh my god.."

"What is it?" Carson asked quickly and walked inside my apartment to see what I was gasping at.

My whole apartment was pretty much trashed. The couch was flipped over along with every chair too. Papers and utensils were scattered on the ground. I knew this wasn't just some random break in. And my face paled when I thought of who would've done this. Brandon. He had found me. And who knows what he would have done to me if I was here. I wasn't safe anymore.

"Stay here while I go check to see if the person who did this is still here." I hear Carson say but all I can do is give a slight nod as he goes to check around my apartment. But I know Brandon still isn't here. He strikes once and then leaves. For now. He knows I'm going to be extremely paranoid from now on until he strikes again.

Carson walked back to me after a few minutes where I hadn't moved an inch.

"Go pack up some clothes and other essentials. You can't stay here with your place like this and the person who did this on the loose." I couldn't even respond as I was still just terrified. I wasn't safe no matter where I was. Even with Carson.

I felt him put his hands on my cheeks which shook me out of my trance. "Hey. It'll be ok. Go sit down and I'll get your stuff." He said softly as he led me over to my couch and sat me down.

I wasn't safe anywhere but I was at least safer with Carson then at my own place. Once he had came back with a bag of my things he grabbed my hand and didn't say anything which I was thankful for. I wasn't in the mood to talk at all which says a lot since I'm always in the mood to talk. But right now all I could think about was what I was going to do. I'm too attached to Carson to just leave. I should've listened to my brother and not get attached. But how was I supposed to not get attached? It's not like I could control my heart. Whenever I was around Carson I forgot about all my problems which was hard for me to do since I was always thinking about my psycho ex-boyfriend.

I feel Carson nudge me and I now notice that we were in front of his house which was ginormous. Wait, when did I get into the car? I must really be out of it if I didn't even notice that I got into his car. I was so out of it I didn't even make a comment or gape at his house. It was big and absolutely stunning and I could only think about what it looked like on the inside.

Looks like this will be what I'll be calling home for a while.