You Distract Me - S01 E30

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You Distract Me - S01 E30

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Shayne

I watched him walk to his car. It was late at night, and luck seemed to be on my side.

Apart from the unoccupied cars in the underground parking garage, we were the only two people around. All the more reason to make my threat much more clear to the blonde fool.

I pushed myself off the door of my Jeep when he reached his sleek red convertible.

As he searched his pockets, I approached him, making my presence known by adding pressure to the stomp of my boots.

One glance at me and he started to fumble about with his keys, continuously failing to unlock the sleazy looking car. He repeatedly cursed and looked anxiously between me and the keys.

In the end, he decided to jump in, but I'd already reached him.

I lifted him out of the seat by his shirt and threw him to the ground.

"You seem hella scared, Pierce. What ever could be the problem?" I grabbed him off the concrete and pulled him to my face.

"That bitch lied. Whatever she told you was a lie, I swear."

"What bitch, Pierce?"

"The curvy brunette, she's the one who tried to get personal with me, but I told her off. She must have mouthed a lot of shit to you."

"What makes you think that's what I'm here for? What if I just wanted to say a quick hello."

"Then why do you look like you're going to kill me."

"As much as I'd love to do that, this isn't the time nor the place. Besides, if it wasn't for that incredible girl, you'd already be dead. I just want to leave a warning."

I reached behind my back and pulled out the sleek Beretta, it's silver surface glinting under the lights.

The man instantly started weeping, and the sight made me wonder if he even was a man at all.

"I swear, I didn't mean to. All I wanted to do was talk about our next photoshoot." Snot started to drip from his nose. "It was a little late, I was drunk, and she just looked so hot. In fact, I think her plan was to seduce me in the first place."

This fool. "I strongly oppose that opinion. Tell me, pervert, what exactly did you do to her?" I tightened my hold on his collar and drilled the barrel of the gun into his cheek.

He licked his thin dry lips, and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was about to start bullshitting me.

Not if I can help it.

The butt of the gun met his forehead, and he yelped in pain as a small trail of blood slid down his brow.

I growled in an effort to control the blinding rage. "Don't fuck with me. I'm not the most violent person, but please don't make me do something we'd both regret. Now, tell me what you did to her, and I'd advise you to be honest."

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"Fine," he cried. "I only saw her tits, that's it."

"You what?" Hoping not to lose my shit, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. "Did you . . . touch them?"

Disgust ate me inside and out when I opened my eyes and saw the answer in his face. He looked terrified of course, but not regretful. He even looked a little bit pleased with himself.

I changed my mind right there. He was a dead man.

But as soon as I stepped away and lifted the Beretta, void of any emotion, my phone rang.

Still holding the idiot by his collar, I put away the gun and picked up without reading the caller ID.

"What?!"

"Sh-Shayne, I'm s-sorry for disturbing you. It's just that I saw your text and I figured it was you. I can c-call back later if you're b-busy."

It was Olivia. Fuck!

I'd sent her a simple 'Hi', so that she'd have my number, but didn't get a response. This call must have been it. Fuck!

My anger immediately dialed down. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to come off like that. I actually wasn't expecting this call, but you're not disturbing me in any way. Long day at work, that's all."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."

"I'm sure." I smiled, the sound of her voice making me inexplicably happy.

"Okay," she said in relief, her voice sounding slightly dull.

Something was wrong.

"What is it?" I said.

She breathed for a few seconds. "Can I ask something crazy? It's okay if you're not okay with it."

"Ask away."

"Could you, uh, could you come over, my mom won't be back till tomorrow. Again, it's okay if you don't. The thing is, you're the only one I feel I can talk to . . . Oh my God, that's probably weird. You know what? This was a mistake, sorry for calling."

If I hadn't gained back my ability to speak, it would have been too late before she'd ended the call.

"No!" I said, a little too loud. "I mean, it's okay. I can come over, just send me your address."

"Shayne, you don't have to."

"I'm coming."

"Okay."

I smiled and let her end the call.

Turning back to the fool I'd almost forgotten about, I put away the phone and retrieved the Beretta. His panicked cry echoing out into the garage.

"That was Olivia. She just saved your pathetic life."

A couple of employees I recognized from Reyvox stepped out of an elevator, and I concealed the silver weapon before they could see it.

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I put on a smile. "You're a very lucky man, Gideon Pierce, disgusting but lucky as hell. For your own good, do not take this warning lightly. There will be consequences."

And I walked away, thoughts of only Olivia Ryans in my head.

As worried as I was about her call, I was insanely excited to see her. Twice in one day?

What did I ever do to deserve such good fortune?

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The high-level apartment building was fancy alright.

With my Jeep taken away by a polite valet, I entered the gleaming five-star lobby.

I'd changed into something more casual when I'd gotten home to freshen up, so my tattoos got a couple of stares here and there.

"Hi. I'm here to see Olivia Ryans," I said to the receptionist, her eyes latched onto the screen of her monitor, my presence be damned.

"Name please?" She was still typing away.

"Shayne West."

Her red-haired head shot up before she met my eyes.

She looked speechless.

"Shayne West, oh my God. I can't believe it."

Cool. She was a fan.

"Well, believe it, it's nice meeting you. I'm here to see Olivia Ryans."

A bright grin split across her face. "Right, Olivia Ryans. Let me just type in a few things and then you can go through."

By the tenth minute, I was sure she wasn't doing anything productive on the monitor. She kept slipping me glances, a deep blush reddening her milky skin.

"Okay, you can go through now. Apartment number 108 is where you'll find her."

"Thanks."

I was about to walk away when she stopped me.

"I, uh, I just wanted to say how big a fan I am. I follow you everywhere, on the internet I mean. But not in a freakish way, you know?" She let out the most adorable laugh. "I love what you're doing for the rainbow community. My friends won't believe me. Is it okay if I took a quick picture with you?"

"Maybe later." All I wanted was a particular green-eyed girl in my line of sight.

I turned away and made it to the elevators. Despite the many other lifts, it seemed everyone was in the mood for the one I occupied. It stopped on every floor, picking up and dropping off a bunch of people.

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By the time it was my turn to get off, I was a little bit pissed. A couple of five year old twin boys had managed to kick the hell out of my shins, their unconcerned mother glued to her phone.

The said boys stuck their tongues out at me as I got off and left them in the lift. I was tempted to do likewise, but I heard that familiar voice. Again.

What the hell? Olivia said she would be home alone.

I turned in the direction of the voice, and found the woman's back to me. A long brown coat covered her as she talked on the phone. And judging by that proud posture, it wasn't hard to recognize Olivia's life giver.

I wasn't sure if she was leaving or coming, as she stood next to an elevator.

Her next words confirmed the latter.

"Apparently my flight got cancelled, just came from the airport. We could have the meeting next week. But there's something else that needs clarification . . . "

Unwilling to hear the rest of her call, I turned in the opposite direction, down the hallway.

Nothing was going to stop me from seeing Olivia. I had a plan.

I followed the sequence on the doors until I reached one hundred and eight.

However, I went passed it and went to the next door, one hundred and seven.

I knocked on the door just as I heard Mrs. Ryans' voice, not in sight, but she was getting closer.

When the door opened, it revealed an elderly woman with snow white hair all around her.

"Good evening, young lady," I said, putting on my best smile.

She immediately giggled. "Good evening. How may I help you?"

"My name's Shayne. There's this girl next door who I really wanna see, and I think you're the only one who can help me."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you talking about Olivia?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Well, I can only guess you're doing this because of her mother. That woman always has oak trees up her butt. And since I don't like her, and given how cute you are, what do you want me to do?"

I chuckled. "Thank you, but you don't have to do anything. I just need your balcony."

"Okay, but are you a murderer? I need to know, cause I'm too young to die." Her southern accent slipped through.

"I assure you, I'm not a murderer. Besides, even if I was, I wouldn't fancy hurting beautiful women."

The radiant but aged skin on her face blossomed with a blush. "Oh, please. Will you just get in and declare your love to that sweet girl?"

I laughed and swiftly got in when she widened the door.

I couldn't believe it'd actually worked. This lovely woman could have easily allowed in a serial killer and she'd never know it.

She led me to the balcony while she quickly filled me in on her life story. Talk about an open book.

Her name was Linda, her husband was a famous pianist and he was abroad at the moment, performing in Bolivia. They had armies of grandchildren too.

"Are you sure you won't die? Those are a lot of stories down, and I'm pretty sure you're not a spider," she said as she watched me brace myself on the balcony.

"I'll be good. I kind of used to be a daredevil baby. I'm not afraid to break a bone or two."

"If you say so. Good luck, Shayne."

I gave her a wide grin and calculated how I'd have to move.

One slip and for sure I'd fall to my death.

According to Linda, her balcony was right next to Olivia's, so it required a long jump and that's it.

I stood on the rail, refusing to look down and jumped with all the momentum my body muscles could accommodate. The gift of life continued to stay with me when I safely landed on the next balcony.

I smiled in triumph and waved at Linda. She gave me a thumbs up.

I picked up my phone and sent a quick text.

I'm at your balcony.

Ten seconds later; What!

Another ten seconds and the curtained balcony doors swang open.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

There stood a fresh-faced absolutely stunning Olivia. Her lustrous dark hair was tied up in a loose bun, several strands escaping at her edges.

But what really made me regret accepting the invitation . . . was her body.

The sweater she had on was huge and the hem fell mid-thigh, revealing long honey-colored legs. And despite its mild thickness, it didn't obstruct the curves behind it. I could also tell she wasn't wearing a bra.

It was clear I wasn't going to survive the night.

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