REBECCA I frowned immediately, lowering my head at the scare and trying to breathe again. My limbs had gone weak and I now placed a hand over my heart trying to keep it steady. "Did I scare you?" "What the heck do you think?" I suddenly yelled in his face and he recoiled, startled by my outburst and soon he was reaching for my face. "That's why you're crying?" I sniffed, pushing his hand off and wiping the pathetic tears that rolled down my eyes. That wasn't funny one bit. I had a stalker on my ass and he thought it was funny to pull a prank like that. I almost died from trying to escape that bodyguard. I'll die again when I get back home and have to face Oliver's tantrum-- God! He nagged like a bitch sometimes. Don't do this, don't do that, come here, go there, stay here, you can't leave-- ugh! I've had it with him! "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trigger you," he apologised, sounding sincere as he gazed at me with kind eyes and now I felt like I had overreacted. I sighed as I w
REBECCA We took a long ride up and down the mountain. The wind in my hair, arms around his waist, I stared at the scenery with a refreshing feeling in my chest. I suddenly felt like a bird let out of a cage and I wanted to fly. He was one mean biker with a strong grip and large hands that I couldn't stop staring at. He wanted to get to know me? Everything about me was a mess at the moment. There was nothing intriguing except the troubles I was in, but of course, he would find that interesting, he was a detective after all. Crime was his forte and what did I have behind me? A case that needed solving, maybe, and an old man to get off my back. He drove down to a different part of town that I had never been to before, luckily Oliver hasn't too so he would never think to find me here. Theo pulled over at a small coffee shop and when I got down from the bike, my legs wobbled. He grabbed my wrist quickly to hold me steady, "Easy there. Are you good now?" "I think so," I looked around
OLIVER "I'm sorry, sir. I lost her. She just hopped on a bike. She deceived me. I'm really sorry, Mr. Wright--" I hung up, sighing as I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to relieve myself and freshen up. Today was supposed to be a day off and I always just spent the day with Rebecca since I could put a call across to her office to make sure she could skip a day or two. I walked down the stairs heading to the kitchen to get a snack before pulling out my phone again to scroll down the familiar app. The front door suddenly opened and Victor was walking in, white sleeves rolled up, tie crooked on his neck and his hair hanging from different sides. I munched down on my cereal as he stormed closer with a document and he slammed it on the table. "She's missing. Her phone is out of coverage. Whoever she's with turned it off and.. and..." His brows wrinkled as he glanced down at my plate. "You're eating cereal." "Join me?" I grabbed the pack and gently shook it. "There's milk in
OLIVER "But," I rolled down my sleeves and flashed him a little grin, "I could just be assuming he's here for revenge." Victor still looked like he needed some time to process what I'd just told him. His face was pale and he battled with confusion. "Let's go to the office, Victor," getting down to work would be a good distraction until she decided to return home. What would she like for dinner? Maybe I should prepare Lucia's favourite meal for her. She had always liked that and always jumped around asking her mother to make some. "What if he's out for revenge against your grandfather?" He suddenly asked. "What if...?" "Then that makes him a friend of a common enemy. We could use him for our own gain, of course." I liked his thoughts, so evil, but, "No. We already have our hands full. I'm not about to pull along a clueless detective with nothing but a raging hard-on in his pants and a thirst for revenge which is now starting to look like lust." Those words came out harsher th
REBECCAI stepped back, allowing his hand to hang in the air, my face tingling from his earlier touch and I sucked my lower lip between my teeth as his words were a dull reminder of Oliver's proposal.Why did everyone think I needed saving? When did I turn into a sorry case-- goodness me! I can't stand these men thinking they could just offer a hand and I'd take it."I won't be the case for your promotion, Detective Theo," I said harshly, glaring at him as his eyes danced with a dash of amusement.He suddenly laughed, shaking his head softly , paused in between and laughed again like I was tickling his ribs."I mean it, Theo. If this is what this is about, then take me back to the hospital right now.""Calm down, Rebecca. It must be tiring always jumping to conclusions."I turned my face away and would have stormed off if I knew the way back but apparently I was stuck here with him.But I still got up in an attempt to walk out to get some fresh air when he grabbed my wrist."Let go."
REBECCA I haven't had a normal day in years. I'm not looking forward to seeing my pictures on blogs with insults in the comment section, I'm not bothered about the press taking pictures somewhere. I felt very different with Theo. Besides his questioning, of course, and his words from earlier about Oliver's grandfather that made me a little uncomfortable-- okay, maybe not uncomfortable but anxious and worried, I tried to enjoy the rest of my day. He dropped me back at the hospital by 6 and I waved him goodbye before looking up at the building with a sinking feeling. I turned on my phone first, gulped before walking in. Visiting hours would be over in thirty minutes but I wanted to at least kiss my mother goodbye before Oliver would unleash hell on me. How long would he lock me away for this time? Three months? If I'm lucky, I scoffed. I tried to imagine his reaction but even my imagination did no justice to what I was going to face. He'd scream, no doubt, then threaten me like I
REBECCA I followed after him and got in his car, keeping my eyes down, afraid to be seen by anyone. It was a pretty short drive-- too short for us to get home so soon. I looked out the window and saw we had stopped by a restaurant- He started to get down from the car. "W-Wait! What are we doing here?" I asked in fear but his silence rang volumes. "I'm not hungry-" "Get down, Rebecca." He knew I shouldn't be seen with him in public. It'll only start the rumours again. I couldn't allow myself to be dragged into that messed up situation anymore. The press had been silent for days now. "Please, let's just go home. I'll cook dinner-" "That offer ended when I called your damn phone over and over," he looked behind his shoulders, narrowing his eyes. "Get down. Now." He was trying to punish me in one of the ways I feared the most. "Please," I tried again. "At least give me something to cover my face with. I can't…" The horror was playing right before my eyes, the headlines, the pre
REBECCA "Excuse me?" What the heck did he mean by strip? What did he think this was? I looked around again, making sure no one else heard his ridiculous request. I turned back to meet Oliver's serious stare and I searched his eyes. He's not kidding. That only fuels me with so much anger that I'm shaking in my seats. "I don't trust you anymore," he announced. "You ran off with a man-" Ran off? "I'm here, aren’t I?" I threw back his favourite word. "I just went out for a little fresh air-" "You had all the air you needed back at home and at that hospital with your mother. We agreed you were going to stay put-" "Agreed? I didn't say anything about being locked up against my will," I yelled. "Don't go about concluding shit-" "We're still bound by a contract and you will do everything I tell you-" My jaw hung loose. It stung each and every time to be reminded of that and I hated how I felt after. He always resorted to that as his last blow. "Are you commanding me as my boss…?" That