chapter 14

My boots clicked as I walked down the sidewalk, a smirk crept my lips, I couldn't help but feel excited,paying for his coffee in return was just the right move to go for , very unexpected and bold.

It would possibly knock him off balance.

I adjusted my coat , feeling the morning chill get to me . I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

I was starting to like my job.

my head bobbed left and right as I waved down a taxi, feeling I couldn't stroll anymore cause of the cold. I rubbed my hands together vigorously trying to create warmth.

"you the girl from the papers?" I heard someone say.

it was the driver...?

"who?" I replied stopping my hands in their tracks.

"the girl from the papers , uh Kayla smith?" his voice grunted .

"oh no " I replied with a slight chuckle feeling the awkwardness creep my cold spine.

" ah you do look quite similar though, you're pretty, I would've sworn you were her "

"oh ? ....thank you?" I managed to say. pulling out some money and dropping on the cup holder. "this is my stop" I said with a smile.

This in fact wasn't my stop.

"oh , well I was hoping you coul..." I could hear the driver speak , but my legs were faster , I didn't need all this attention.

I was a couple minutes away from my building, I just had to walk , it was at least better than talking to some rando who might potentially be a stalker.

"all this attention"..... this could wreck my job if I'm not careful. I thought to myself, my legs picking up pace.

I locked the gate behind me as I proceeded through the garden and into the mansion , the door echoing as it shut.

my lips escaping a sigh as the cold cut off . I made my way to the kitchen , turning on the stove I made myself some hot chocolate, resting myself on the couch , I quickly put on the entertainment section of the TV.

"who is she? , mystery woman seen coming out of medleys charity Gala, with Mr Agress CEO of Agress technology." the reporter chimed.

"is Mr Agress dating and keeping it in the dark?, follow us as we uncover the mysteries behind his secret woman , Kayla smith"

Secret woman? , I fought the urge to laugh. my hands clenching my mug hard.

was this attention bad or good?.

"well the boss hadn't called so it had to be good...right?" I thought to myself. maybe I should build more on my background, I should pick up a business, modelling?....

that would be too flashy.... hmmm what cou.....

**buzz**

my phone buzzed cutting me from my thoughts.

...hmm why would the boss text me... I muttered running my hands through my pockets for my phone.

it was a text from an unknown number.

**Unknown Number: I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need anyone paying for me. Meet me tomorrow at the Lumiere Cafe, 8 a.m. sharp.**

(gasp) Tristannn.....

my heart skipped a beat, I quickly composed myself as I reread the text over and over, how did he get my number..... every word of his felt like a calculated strike, designed to assert control after my unexpected move.

But he made one mistake....he might not know it yet but he's playing right into my clutch, men... all the same .....

I typed briefly.

"sure , see you then (kiss emoji) "

keeping it simple.

I had to be careful, if this man could get my number without asking, what else could he obtain?.

I can't afford to make mistakes in this , I had to put me first , this man is an obstacle between me and my freedom and I choose me. And if I had to get under his skin to achieve that , I'd do it without hesitation.

my hands reached for my mug as I took a sip.