Her - S01 E15

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Her - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

Zavier Creed

"Daisy Rose sounds like a fake name," I said to Olivia as we stepped inside her apartment. It was close to the campus, yet she decided that the small bed she had in her dorm was more than enough.

She turned her phone, making me look at the screen. "She has five hundred K followers!"

"Okay."

She sighed, setting the flowers down on the table and settling down on the couch. "She is not going to kill me. She's my size."

"You're shorter."

"And you're mean."

I chuckled, sitting beside her. I pulled her onto my lap and snuggled my head into her neck. "I missed you too much."

"I missed you too." She took my hand, thumb gently rubbing on a scar. "I didn't know you were coming this soon. Xerxes just left."

"I don't like you being alone," I said. "I'm with you for a week."

She grinned. "Really?"

I nodded, kissing her lips. "Yes, Kitten."

She nestled into me, sighing softly as she closed her eyes. I rubbed her head till she completely melted into me.

"Zavier."

"Kitten."

"I love you."

My heart thundered. "I love you, too."

. . .

"It doesn't have the wow factor."

"It has my face in it, Kitten. I'm trying not to get offended." I sat down across from her, the cold island of the kitchen was between us as she displayed her portfolio.

"It has half your face."

"My point stands."

"Be honest," she said. "What is it missing?"

"What you are missing is confidence," I said. "Darling, your work is absolutely beautiful. It is not lacking anything, at least to me."

She sunk her teeth in her bottom lip, looking conflicted. "I want to rip this apart."

"You'll regret it if you do that."

She shut it, putting her small hands on the beautiful dark cover. "Should I..." She rubbed her temples. "Should I ask mom?"

"It's up to you," I said.

"I haven't talked to her since, you know."

Since the day Leona revealed who was behind the beautiful paintings Kitten's father had 'made'.

"She's occupied with her perfect family," Olivia muttered.

"Kitten." I took her hands in mine, rubbing her smooth skin. "Call her. If she's nice, that's okay. If she's not, you can continue without her." I kissed her palm. "I'm right here."

She stood up and sat down on my lap, picking her phone up.

"Hello?" Her voice trembled slightly. I kissed her cheek. "Hey, mom." She played with my fingers. "I'm alright. How are you?"

They talked for a while, exchanging awkward words - till Olivia mentioned her portfolio.

Then, they were two people obsessed with art. Her words were rushed, her ideas almost bursting through, and I watched, absolutely mesmerized.

They finished talking after an hour. Olivia pressed her phone to her chest, breathing deeply. "I figured it out."

"What is it?"

She grinned up at me. "I need to make a fresco."

. . .

I knew someone was watching. I felt eyes on us as soon we stepped on the campus. It was late and Olivia insisted on sleeping in the dorm.

"You're leaving me all alone," I said. "What if someone kidnaps me?"

"I'll save you." I pulled her closer. We were standing in front of her door.

She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You will?"

She nodded instantly. "I'll save you."

I smiled, setting my forehead against hers. "My brave little Kitten." I pulled her in more. "Come to the apartment with me. I'm here for just a week. Then you can sleep on that awful bed."

"But-"

"Don't make daddy mad, baby girl." I kissed her cheek. "I don't want to order you."

"You can't pull the daddy card out of nowhere."

"Who's gonna stop me?" I asked. "My pretty Kitten?"

She pulled back, looking at the door and then at me. She sighed. "Only tonight."

"All week."

"Two nights."

"All week."

"Three nights."

"All week."

She crossed her arms against her chest. "Four nights, take it or leave it."

"It's so cute you think this is up for negotiation," I cupped her cheek, kissed her lips, and picked her up. She grumbled all the way down, hiding her face in my neck when we came across people.

I settled her in my car, closing the door, and I felt someone's eyes press into me again. I reached under my jacket, and grabbed my gun, but didn't pull it out.

I looked around. It was too dark. I needed to talk with Arnaud. She needed to light this place up. It didn't feel safe.

I looked back at the dorms. And then at the building beside it. Almost every room was dark, but I knew someone was watching me. Watching us. Watching her.

"Zavier?" She rolled the window down. "I'm sleepy. Let's go."

I nodded once, my eyes lingering on the dorm.

The need to take her back to New York was too much. But I knew she'd resent us for the rest of her life if we took her back.

I sat down in the car and drove us away, tension refusing to leave my body. She picked up on it. "What's wrong? You seem tense."

I considered lying. But she needed to know. Maybe it was just someone who knew who I was, many people did, and were watching us.

"I felt someone looking at us from the dorm building beside yours," I said.

She shrugged. "It could be anyone."

"Yes," I said. It was probably nothing.

But I knew how it felt when people looked at someone with the intention of harm. I had felt it.

Or perhaps I was finding ways to keep myself here, near her.

I took her hand in mine. "Promise me one thing, Olivia," I said.

"Yes?"

I looked at her as we stopped at a red light. "If you feel unsafe," I said. "At any point living here. If someone is acting suspicious, or anything like that, you will tell me. You will tell us."

She picked up on how serious I sounded and nodded instantly. "I'll tell you."

"Promise me."

"I promise, Zavier."

I kissed her knuckles. "You're precious to me," I muttered against her skin. "I can tear the world apart for you."

She smiled, a flush coming on her cheeks. "I know."

. . .