The Dark of You - S01 E02

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The Dark of You - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

How did you find me?

"Excuse me?" I shouted at the woman in the chair, who frowned at my behavior.

"What do you mean I am your new job?" I asked, clutching onto the sheets, offended by her. She sighed as she placed her phone in her pocket.

"I'm assigned to protect you from any harm," She explained, crossing her arms over her chest, and I rolled my eyes.

"Another one, great," I breathed out sarcastically. I'm not sure if she noticed my tone or not, but she didn't seem to care anyway. But then I tilted my head as I realized it's a woman, and she looks younger. Most of them are males over forty. So why has my father sent a woman?

"How old are you?" I asked as I kept staring at her features, pale skin, spots of scars on the side of her neck, and a strong jawline.

"It's none of your business," She responded, and I raised my eyebrows. Who the hell does she think she is.

"You work for me, and you don't talk to me like that," I said harshly as she sat back in her seat.

"I work for your father, not you," She said calmly, and I clenched my jaw as I gritted my teeth.

"Your father wants to meet you for lunch, so you better get ready," She told me; no, she commanded me.

"You do not tell me what to do," I said and noticed that my hands are holding the sheets so tightly. I could tell that her lips twitched, almost as if she wanted to smile. Clearly, this woman is not going to be like every other guard that I have had before.

"The car leaves in forty-five minutes," She looked at the watch on her wrist.

"And if I decide that I don't want to go?" I asked with a grin, but she only glared at me with no response.

"Fine, what do I call you?" I wondered, raising my knees to lean my chin on top.

"You can call me Miller," She told me.

"What's your first name?" I asked this time.

"Rylan," She answered, and I smiled.

"Okay, Rylan, you and I are going to have fun," I grinned and got out of the bed, butt naked. Rylan stood up at the same time, and I looked right up into her blue. Not once did she look away from my brown eyes, and I felt like I couldn't move as if it would be a loss if I did. Yet I'm not sure if it's her height that it's intimating me or if it's the coldness in her eyes. But then she lifted her arm and looked at her watch.

"Forty minutes," She said, and I groaned out loud as I went to the bathroom. I leaned on the sink as I looked at myself in the mirror, brown hair up in every direction and brown eyes clinging onto the little sleep I had during the night. I saw my cheeks turn red in the mirror, and it's not easy to see, considering my skin is slightly tinted brown, which comes from my father.

I didn't get much from my mother, her perfect gray eyes, and light blond hair. No, I got everything from the man I hate the most in this world. I frowned as there was a knock on the door, and I left to open it, butt naked again because I know it's Rylan.

"What?" I asked impatiently as I looked up into the empty blue eyes.

"You might want some clothes," She said, lifting the bag in her hand. I grabbed the bag slowly out of her hand. I gazed down at her slim waist, yet I can tell she is strongly built underneath all of those layers.

"How did you find me?" I questioned, and like before, she didn't look anywhere else besides in my eyes.

"I have my ways," Was the only thing she said before she found her seat again. Stunned, I closed the door.