LOGINUnwanted Company
I dragged my feet forward. The door creaked when I pushed it with my fingertips, the sound too loud in the silence. My pulse pounded in my ears. Nothing looked out of place at first glance. Same bed, same clothes on the couch, and scattered music sheets. This was not a robbery attempt. Whoever broke in wanted to tell me they could. For the first time in my twenty-four years of existence, I was scared. Even if I didn't want to admit it.
I closed the door behind me and I took out my phone to call my manager. My thumb hovered over the phone screen. I should probably wait until morning since it’s already late.
I sat at the edge of my bed after checking the whole room twice. Bathroom? Nobody. Closet? Clear. And there was only dust under the bed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I took a quick shower and came back to lie on my bed,
gazing at the ceiling. I pulled the sheets higher and tried sleeping. After twisting and turning nonstop, I finally drifted off to sleep.
By the time morning light spilled through the curtains, I felt like I had been run over by a truck. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up reluctantly. It was my manager.
“What now”, I answered sluggishly. “You tell me. Why do I have hotel security breathing down my neck about suspicious activity on your floor?”. I sat up straighter.
“About that…I think someone…”I didn't get to finish my sentence before she cut in.
“Don’t tell me someone broke into your room last night.” I remained silent. “ That’s it Neo, you’re getting a bodyguard starting today. I'm calling him right away”. And she hung up on me before I could argue.
A few minutes later a knock sounded on the door. I pulled the door open, ready to unleash my frustration, and froze. Vivian spoke first. “Meet your new bodyguard Daniel Ross”. The man standing there was like nothing I expected. Bluish gray eyes pinned me down where I stood. Over six feet tall, broad shoulders and
muscles that could only be achieved by years of consistent training. His dark short hair gave him a military look with a chiseled sharp jawline. Tattoos peeked out of his short-sleeved shirt, covering his entire right arm. He dipped his head a bit, “Mr. Vale. The single word sounded more like a confirmation than an actual greeting. ”“I’ll leave you two to get to know each other then “, Vivian gave a brisk nod and disappeared down the corridor. Leaving me with my new shadow.
“You need to move,” he said, his eyes sweeping the room like an eagle scanning prey.
“And if I don’t?” I countered, tilting my head slightly, sharp with defiance. “You can’t just barge in here and start ordering me around.”
He didn't answer right away, only circling the space with slow, measured steps. The longer he stayed silent, the more he got under my skin. Today was going to be a long day, and I could feel myself hating every second of it.
“It’s either you move,” he replied coolly, “or you don’t make it to your next concert.”
That caught me off guard, irritation spiking hot in my chest.
“I’m not going anywhere,and that’s final. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
He ignored me completely, carefully rifling through my things as though I hadn’t spoken at all. He checked the bathroom for hidden cameras, tested the edges of drawers, his movements efficient and precise.
“Mr. Vale,” he said at last, his tone sharp and professional, grating against me. No one had called me that in years. Everyone knew me as Neo.
His voice was low and deep, threaded with just enough huskiness to make it dangerous. Even quiet, it filled the space, pressing down on me in a way that was hard to shrug off.
“I need your full schedule,” he went on, “your car routes, the people you usually meet, your interviews, and those places you like to sneak off to. And I’ll be with you. Everywhere you go.”
I let out a short laugh, folding my arms. “So you’re going to be my puppy, following me around?” I arched a brow, but his stare didn’t waver. For a moment it felt like he was looking through me, weighing something I didn’t understand.
What was his problem? I hadn’t wanted him here in the first place, so why did he look at me like I was already trouble?
“Loosen up, big guy,” I shot back, trying to keep my tone light. “I’m not a child. I don’t need a babysitter. And I definitely don’t need you trailing me like some lost dog.”
He didn’t so much as blink. “I’m following procedure. My client’s safety is my top priority.” His words were flat, absolute, the kind that left no room for argument. He refused to leave the room for some unknown reason. And I didn't hate it like I always did when someone was in my personal space for too long. It was kind of peaceful even if I hated to admit it. Or so I thought.
Vivian had asked my personal assistant to give Daniel my schedule for the week. For the next thirty minutes, we went through the logistics of how things were going to work. “This is all fine”. Daniel said, as he closed the file containing my schedule, concert venues and places I usually visited. “Let me be frank here Mr Vale, you’re not the first client I've worked for and won’t be the last. And in all my six years of working with clients, I've never had any client harmed under my watch and do you want to know why?”
“Why?”, I said amusingly.
He adjusted his collar and sat upright, holding my gaze. “I never get involved in my client's life, emotionally and whatnot. I am not your friend or your confidant. The second thing is, my clients understand how things must be done in order to ensure their safety”.
“And how is that”, I asked curiously, as if I hadn’t guessed what he was going to say. And I was right. “ They do what I say, whenever I say it, for issues related to security”, he stated, while his bluish gray eyes remained locked on me. It was like staring into a brick wall. “ Do you understand Mr. Vale?”.
What I wanted most was to slap the arrogant expression off his face but I could only manage a hesitant “Yes”.
He stood up abruptly, “I’ll be in the living room area”. Without giving me a chance to respond, he walked stealthily towards the door and exited.
Great, now I was stuck with a company I didn't want.
Barely BreathingDANIEL’S POVThe ride to Oxford Street was quiet, just like any other ride I’d had with Neo. He had his phone in hand, texting Sasha, probably to tell her we were close. Outside the window, lights shone brightly in greys and gold. It was late afternoon, but the lighting still stood out. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, more out of habit than necessity. Old instinct. Not scanning my surroundings made me uneasy. What if danger was lurking somewhere?By the time we got there, Oxford Street was buzzing with life. Flashing signs, tourists new to the city with their shopping bags, and the constant hum of chatter. Cars honked on the busy streets as people moved about. Not exactly the best place for someone like Neo to be, but try telling him that.He tugged the black hoodie he’d picked up before we left over his head and slipped on a cap. It wouldn’t fool anyone who knew him for long, but I guess it made him feel normal. Sasha was waiting outside Selfridges with a paper cup
Some Things Don’t ChangeNEO’S POVSasha stirred her coffee slowly, the spoon clinking against the glass. “You still take it black?” she asked, smiling like it was an inside joke.“You mean coffee? Some things just don’t change,” I replied, although too many things had.Watching her now felt strange. Familiar, yet foreign at the same time. We’d met years ago at Briarley Academy, a performing arts school known for producing multiple talents each year. She already had that magnetic look back then—all confidence and bouncy Afro hair, sneaking into photography labs and turning every hallway into a runway. I was just another kid with a guitar and a head full of noise.She used to tease my singing, saying I sang like I was hiding something. Maybe she was right.“You’ve come a long way,” she said now, taking me out of my thoughts. She traced a circle on the rim of her cup and let out a puffy breath.“I still remember that open mic where your mic fell halfway through your set.”That was one o
STRAIGHT TALKDANIEL’S POVSasha’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and familiar, and I saw Neo’s shoulders drop before he even turned around.“Sasha?” he said, smiling.She crossed the studio floor in a tan coat and boots that looked like they cost more than my paycheck, her energy filling the space before she even spoke. Cameras were being packed up, crew scattering, but somehow it felt like all the light in the room had shifted to her—brown glowy skin with afro hair that screamed with class.“Surprise,” she said, hugging him. “Heard you were in London. Thought I’d drop by before my shoot.”Of course, she had a shoot, Sasha Williams, top agency model, and the face of half the fashion world. Still, she looked more like a friend than a brand right now. Warm. Familiar. The kind of comfort Neo hadn’t had in a while.He smiled, a real one this time. “I thought you were in Milan.”“Was. Got transferred here for a campaign. You look… tired.”“Comes with the job,” he said.Her smile soft
The Morning SpotlightNEO’S POVThe ride back to the hotel felt longer than usual. The city lights kept sliding across Daniel’s face from the driver’s seat, throwing flashes of gold over his jawline. He hadn’t said a word since we left.“You’re quiet,” I said finally, leaning my head back.“So are you,” he replied.“I just sang for two hours straight,” I muttered.A small sound came from him, half a laugh, half a sigh. “Fair.”Silence again. The hum of the car filled the space. I looked out the window at the fans still gathered on the sidewalks, waving signs even though it was almost midnight.“Vivian said interviews start at nine tomorrow,” I said, just to say something.“I know.”“Of course you do.”He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “You saying I’m too uptight?”I shrugged, smirking faintly. “You said it, not me.”He didn’t answer, but I saw his mouth twitch like he was fighting a smile.Still, something about him tonight felt different. Sharper. Watchful. I wanted to as
He Wanted To Be SeenDaniel’s POVI dashed toward the entrance of the venue, where several people shouted and screamed Neo’s name. The figure in black was quick, and before I could push through the crowd, he had already run out. Looking to my left, there was nothing—just a group of people walking and laughing. Then, to my right, I spotted someone wearing black attire with a black hoodie, walking casually down the street.I took off after him, my heart pounding in my chest. When I finally reached him, I grabbed his shoulder, spun him around and shoved him against the nearest wall, my arm pressing across his neck.“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded, pressing harder, my breath hot with fury.The man’s eyes went wide with fear. “W–Wait! I’m just a fan! I swear!”“Don’t lie to me. You were watching him.”“I was recording the show, look!” he stammered, fumbling with his phone. The screen flashed with shaky footage of Neo onstage.I released my arm from his neck. “Sorry. I thought you were
Eyes In The CrowdNEO’S POVThe penthouse was already a mess before sunrise scattered clothes, cords, and latte cups. The team had arrived earlier, moving around like ants—packing, shouting, fixing things that didn’t need fixing. I’d woken up early too; I couldn’t sleep well last night. After a while, we were finally ready to go.I sat by the window, watching rain slide down the glass. Same weather as last night. Guess the sky didn’t get the memo that I was supposed to be back on tour.Daniel stood near the window, dressed and ready as always. I couldn’t help but notice how he looked—composed and quiet. His short hair was brushed and neat. It fit him. He looked calm, as always.“The car’s waiting,” he said.I didn’t move, just kept staring into nothing. “You ever get bored with watching me go through all this?”He didn’t look at me.“It’s your job.”“That’s not what I asked.” His jaw tightened.“Then stop asking things you already know the answer to.”Fair enough. I grabbed my jacket







