My Guardian

Chapter 12

The date with Snake had been perfect- turning into a late night, one of the best dates I've ever had. The meal was orgasmic, the man can cook. Practically a chef in my eyes. The stuffed chicken breast had been paired beautifully with creamy potatoes and a delectable sauce that had my mouth watering. I could've eaten seconds. It was heavenly bliss. My grandmother could cook, but never that well. And here I had always thought she was the best cook; my thoughts are forever altered in Snake's favor.

Although, it wasn't just the meal that made the date perfect. No, that was Snake and Dozer. I smile at the thought, Snake is hilarious and so sweet with Dozer- they are adorable together. We never had a lull in conversation, it was always so lively. Like we were great friends. It was so different from any of the other dates I've had to suffer through. It doesn't hurt that Snake is probably the most handsome man I've laid eyes on. The shirts he's worn has given me a pretty good idea of what lies beneath.

I'm jostled from my thoughts by the shrill tone of my ringtone. I hope it's Snake. The unknown number is unlisted and I pause. Great, who could it be now? "Hello?" I answer, listening to the sounds across the line.

"Sarah- why are you being so difficult?" Martin scoffs arrogantly. "Is it a raise? Stock in the company? What? What will make you come back to me?" Martin's grating voice and arrogant tone makes my skin crawl as I scoff, annoyed with the lengths he's gone.

"It's not happening Martin- I'm not coming back to work for you."

"What the fuck do you mean? I don't think you understand all I've done for-" I cut him off feeling anger boil inside of me.

"What you have done? Really Martin? Are you that narcissistic to think that I need you?" A hysterical laugh bubbles from my mouth.

"I don't think you understand the power I have- over this city, over people." He growls with a harsh laugh. "You don't want to start this war Sarah- you will be sorry-" Martin threatens me and my anger boils over the top.

"I understand perfectly well actually, you're an egotistical asshole who doesn't understand the he can't control me. I don't need your money or stock in your fraud of a company! There is nothing you can do to bring me back to work for you!" I hang up, in my mind the sound of an old school phone slams down with finality. If only it was that abrupt with cell phones. I drop my phone on the desk with a heavy huff, thoroughly annoyed. Shortly after the device settles it lights up with the same number.

He is so desperate. I block the number as the screen lights up once more, flashing the unknown number tauntingly. He's spent the last week or more leaving appalling voicemails; all in an effort to seduce me back to his clutches. Mother needs to stop with this mess, I'm not going back. I've accepted a large pay cut and I'm content! Given the option, I'd gladly take a job in my field than go back to that headache of a job.

He's not even attempting to hide it anymore, late night calls, multiple times a day. Granted this is the first unlisted number he's called from. He's tried all phones he has access to ring me- most have already been blocked. Martin's a fraud in every way imaginable- from his fake designer clothes to his taxes. He's an idiot. "I'm guessing that ex boss of yours again?" Sighing, I nod in answer, my fingers rub small circles in my temples at the ache.

"Yeah- I've lost count at this point." Must be close to double digits. "I'm sorry about that- that was inappropriate of me." Sheepishly I offer a smile as I turn to face her sweet wrinkled features. Her green eyes peaked with worry, she scrutinized my tired expression, before giving a wave of her hand.