Clyde Nielsen
Ever since I was a kid, I have always thrived on routine and something familiar to me. I'm not too fond of changes. Changes scared me because of all the damage that came into my life caused by changes.
After surrendering my title at 15, I had to move to America and start a new life here. I was struggling with many things and had no one to go to. I had no friends. I had no family. I had nothing.
Leaving Denmark was easy, and it was something that I would never regret. I would never change a thing about it, but one thing that I would change was that I should have brought Luna with me, or maybe I should have rekindled our friendship.
She's such a sunshine.
After working so hard day and night and earning enough money, the first thing that I did was send people to find her. I hired four people in total to give me information about Luna. I don't fucking care if she labeled me a stalker once she knew that I did, but I can't help but do it.
"Can I ask you something?" She waved at me to get my attention. "You're already asking," I said, teasing her, making her glare at me. Those blue-green eyes will never fail to captivate me. "But go ahead, butterfly."
"You said you already knew I was here in Seattle. How?" Her eyes went down to her steak, stabbing one piece and putting it into her mouth. Her attention went back to me.
"I work with the government, and I have an alert for some people. If they ever step foot in America, they must notify me." I said truthfully, causing her to narrow her eyes at me. "And you have me on that list?"
"Yes."
"I won't be surprised if you have someone tailing me in London, judging by your actions right now." She said jokingly, but I was looking at her seriously. Her face went rigid, and she stopped chewing when she realized I was tailing her.
"You did, didn't you?" She asked as she put down her fork. "You're crazy, Clyde." She whispered as she looked around, scared that someone heard her.
"Since when?"
"Why are you curious?" I smirked as she kept leaning forward to hear my answer. "And why are you whispering?" I asked.
"You're a stalker, Clyde Nielsen!" I clenched my jaw hearing her say my full name, and she always does that when she's pissed at me. She sat up straight while giving me a hard glare. She stabbed the steak savagely and took a bite.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and answered the call, "What do you want, Calland?"
"Good afternoon, Mr.Nielsen. Do you forget that we have a meeting in 10 minutes? Where the fuck are you?!" Mason's tone was full of sarcasm. I checked my watch to see that it was 12.50 pm.
"Cancel it."
"And why would I do that? I'm a busy man, Nielsen. You can't just cancel it on me." He's such a drama.
"I won't be able to make it. I have an important lunch of my life," I said while looking straight at Luna, who stopped chewing her steak. She grabbed her glass of lemonade, sipping it with the straw.
"Who are you with?"
"Butterly," I said it bluntly to see her reaction. She choked on it, causing me to smile widely. "You're on a fucking date, aren't you? Clyde, get your ass here. I'm not pushing back the meeting."
"No. Do you think I will leave my girlfriend to meet with you?" Luna had enough. Her whole body froze, and she choked on her drink again, making her cough like a maniac. "Call me again, and I'm pushing the meeting back to next month." I ended the call and gave Luna my napkin.
"What did you just call me?" She took it, and I gave her my glass of water.
"I'm pretty sure you heard it, butterfly."
"I'm not your girlfriend."
"You are."
"You never asked me, and I never agreed."
"I don't need to ask since you already made me swear to marry you at 12, so... Why bother asking you when I'm just fulfilling my promise?" She looked at me in horror.
"Clyde, I'm not your girlfriend, and I will never be. I'm not interested in you, and you're not my type anymore." She said arrogantly as she turned her head around, scanning the room.
"And what exactly is your type?" I asked.
"I'll let you know when I find him." She said in a bubbly tone.
"Please do. I'll hand you his death certificate the next day." I said seriously while looking straight at her. She chuckled, thinking that it was a joke. "Hilarious, Clyde. You don't scare me."
"Well, you should, 'cause I never take things lightly. You're mine, to begin with, so don't test me." With that, she put down her fork and knife. "I'm going back home. If you follow me, I will call the police!" She hissed as she grabbed her bag and walked out. I paid for the food and followed her out.
I kept my distance between us. She turned her head back to see me walking casually behind her. She took her phone out, pointing at it, threatening to call the police. I kept following her without giving away my satisfaction of seeing her completely scared.
She should be.
I've been waiting for her for 15 years. If she thought she could slip out of my fingers that easily, she doesn't know me well then. She decided to run, which made me laugh, seeing her wanting to get away from me so badly.
I took my phone out to see the tracker that I had secretly installed on her phone. She was heading toward the mall, and I kept my regular pace. I walked into the mall and wandered around to find her.
It only took me 5 minutes to find her at an art supply store. I let her roam in there as I made a call to my secretary, Blanc.
"Mr.Nielsen, what can I help you with?"
"From now on, I want team alpha to always be on watch for Luna. I want them to report me every hour and alert me if there's any emergency."
"Sending team alpha right away, sir."
Luna Morris"I still can't believe that you're here!" Daisy clapped her hands proudly. I grabbed my shot glass, giving her a nod before inhaling the sting liquid.I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol burning my throat. "I can't believe it either." You let out a long sigh. "It still feels like a dream."Daisy put down her shot glass, grabbed both of my hands and held it tightly like I was on the cliff's edge. "I'm so proud of you.""Me too.""Did you contact your grandparents?" She asked as she released her grip on my hands. You nodded at her and turned your head to the bartender, asking for another shot."I did.""What did they say?""That they will visit me next month and that they're hoping for me to make lots of new friends." The bartender put a new shot in front of me, my fingers reached for it, but Daisy stole it."Hey!""I'm the only friend you need, instead of making new friends. You should find a boyfriend." She wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a teasing look. Her eyes then s
Luna MorrisI opened my eyes after dreaming about a man with a dimple on his left cheek. Turning my head to check the clock and smiled, seeing that it was already 9 in the morning. I can hear the coffee machine outside, so it means Daisy is up and awake now.I got out of bed, opening the door like a mad woman, ready to rant everything to her."D, you won't believe— AAAAAAAA!" I screamed when I saw Clyde standing in my kitchen with a cup of coffee. He's looking at you like he owns the place. I even pinched myself to see if this was a dream or reality.Clyde Nielsen is standing in my kitchen with all his glory, still in his grey Armani suit, looking like a hot model ready for a photo shoot. His hair was messy compared to last night, but that's about it. He's still as handsome as I remembered."Where's Daisy?" I asked him in a careful tone as I walked toward my sofa. I don't want to make eye contact with him, he's intimidating, and last time, I remembered, our relationship ended tragical
Luna Morris"Why didn't you tell me that you know Clyde Nielsen?" Ever since Clyde left, Daisy couldn't stop asking about Clyde. I shook my head, letting her know I didn't want to discuss him.Not now, not later, and certainly not ever."Fine. Fine, I'll stop..." Daisy shut her mouth briefly and then, "Do you know who he is, though?""Daisy, I don't want to know," I said as I walked towards the fridge, taking a jug of cold water. Daisy was pouting as she threw herself onto the sofa. She's looking at you, annoyed."He called you butterfly." She said, mumbling, but it was enough for me to hear her. You poured the water into a glass and took a couple of sips."Drop it," I said, and she pouted again. Still holding my glass of water, I walked toward the sofa and sat beside her."I'm curious..." She whispered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "He was my childhood friend, our friendship ended decades ago. Since then, I swore not to appear in front of him again.""Well... You should have
Luna MorrisI always thought living outside of London would take me a lot of time to adapt, but surprisingly I adjusted pretty fast. I love every single inch of it. The city, itself, is busy, and I find myself feeling more secure when there are a lot of people around.I love going around the city to find inspiration. After having lots of transitions from texture painting to regular one, I found it very calming to be able to do both. I thought it would be hard to find myself and my color here, but I'm surprisingly doing much better than when I was in London.The only concern that I have is the man who is standing in front of me.Clyde Nielsen.He's busy checking the cameras, and he brought in a new inspection team to make sure.When he came here 30 minutes ago, I was stunned to see him. He came unannounced and caught me off guard for being so incredibly handsome. He's wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbow. It fit his muscular body perfectly, and I think it's a crime