I hear a knock on the door, a loud sigh leaves me as I have to tear myself away from my binge-watching, a day without friends is a cloudy one, to say the least. My soothing ritual has now been broken, what happens next is up to the universe.
I'm strolling to the other side of my apartment, picking up some dirty clothes on the way, hurling them in the closet beside the door. That's my way of cleaning, as I rarely get visitors I don't usually have to think about it.
I slung it up as a frantic wave of more knocks reaches my ears.
The stranger's wearing a stylish dark suit and a fancy Rolex is placed on his wrist. My nostrils get a taste of his expensive fragrance that reminds me of something I can't quite put my finger on.
"Can I help you with something?" I gawk at the non-speaking individual.
The man is staring at me with an excited expression, covering his whole face.
My fingers hug the chill door nob, which rapidly transforms into a burning ball of fire.
"You have no idea of who I am do you?" He lets out amused with a cocky smile plastered his face.
"Should I?" I straighten myself. Pretending he's not drowning me with discomfort. I try to drag my eyes away from his dark enchanting eyes looking at the doorknob instead.
"No, I expected this. You're weak." My eyes dart back to him. Excuse me?
A polished smile forms on his diamond-shaped face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I break the bond with the knob, putting my hand at the side of my hip. Felt the need to defend me against his arrogant ass.
"Join me for a walk." He says with a honeyed voice. Oh, he's dreaming, probably used to getting everything he wants. Well, he knocked on the wrong door.
"That's not gonna happen." I shake my head slightly.
His keen but pleasant eyes look dreamingly into my apartment. I move myself to block his view of my secret space.
My father only agreed to me having my apartment if Devan would stay by my side at all times.
My bodyguard who conveniently is nowhere to be seen.
"Did my father send you?" I tilt my head to the side while sizing him from top to toe. Trying to predict his intentions.
Lately, my father had been pushing me to find potential finance. I on the other hand haven't been so fond of the idea.
"Oh, no not really." A chuckle slips from him.
"I'm not interested in talking about my father's business." If he's not a suitor he must be a reporter.
The man starts to chuckle, I keep my expression natural."That's not why I'm here. I need to talk to you about something. Where were you last night?" I stiffen, who is this man?
"What's going on?" Devan shows up behind the man and starts chatting on his radio.
Thank God!
"Look, I would love to chat all day, but I'm late for work." I drag myself into the apartment, letting the man and Devan sort this out.
I lean my back against the, now closed, door and take in a few deep breaths.
I've never seen that man before but it's not that unusual for people to know who I am. One of many downsides of being a part of Area 31.
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Trusting The Treacherous Renegade
Science-Fiction"Okay I'll give you three seconds then I'll shoot if you don't start talking." "Fine, fine, fine, shit, calm down, would ya? Jeez." Kayn shakes his head and walks back to the couch. He throws himself down and relaxes while his legs are resting on th...
