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.
Eight Months Too LateNEO“What happened to Mom?” My thoughts had jumbled into one big mess, my heart pounding relentlessly. I couldn't sit still anymore. Gripping the phone tighter, I paced the room back and forth as Charlie’s sniffles filled my ear.“She—” Charlie’s breath hitched, making cold sweat break on my skin. “She collapsed.”“What?” My stomach tightened into dread-filled knots as I struggled to control my breathing. “Where are you right now Charlie?”“I’m at the hospital.” His voice shook with every word. “An ambulance came to take her.”Grabbing my jacket from the couch, I headed towards the door. “Which hospital? I'm coming right now okay, stay put.”Dr. Hayes got to her feet just as I was about to go out. “Everything okay honey?” I barely heard her voice.Taking in a deep breath, I turned to face her. “It’s my mom. She’s at the hospital.”“What happened?”“My brother said she collapsed.” I swallowed hard, blinking back the tears. “I have to go now.”“Neo,” she called out
If He Saw MeNEOLavender, coffee, and that weird vanilla candle my therapist liked hit my nostrils as soon as I entered through the doors of her office. Honestly, I didn’t know why I was here after avoiding the place and her messages for months now. But like the good therapist she was, Dr. Hayes continued to leave messages now and then, until I decided to come on my own today. I sat on the edge of the couch, fingers picking at the sleeve of my hoodie while Dr. Hayes watched me from across the room. “You know,” she said eventually, “most people call before disappearing for four months. I glanced at the clock and the awards lined up at the side of the room. She had received more of them than I could count.“I was busy.”She lifted a light brow at me through her glasses and inched closer, lacing her hands together and placing them on her knee. “You’re an artist Neo. You’ve been busy since the day I met you.” Her brown eyes held mine. “That excuse won’t work.”“Okay. Fair.” I sighe
It Wasn’t Your Fault, RossDANIELLeaving Neo in bed was the most difficult thing ever. I could still feel his warm mouth wrapped around my cock and those irresistible eyes holding me captive. The way he’d rubbed his nose on my neck and breathed me in even while he was asleep. The blooming feeling tingled in my chest, spreading throughout my body and mixing with the cold wind as I squinted through the fog in my helmet, revving the engine harder. I sped through the familiar streets I thought I’d never see again since the last time I was here. Three years. Three years and nothing had changed in this town. Not the curious eyes of the people looking through their porches or the shitty roads with potholes. Yet here I was. Riding through that one road that led to West Calder. And as much as I might have liked to deny it, there was no point anymore. Neo Vale had crawled his way into my frozen heart with a lighter and made it his home. The thought of someone getting close enough to be
What Fear Leaves BehindDANIELThe words lingered between us long after neither of us spoke.Rain hammered against the windows, filling the silence Neo refused to break. I looked away first. My chest rose and fell unevenly as I dragged a hand through my hair, the other still hanging stiffly at my side, fingers locked around the grip of the gun.I wasn’t sure whether I was trying to calm myself down… or stop myself from saying something we’d both regret.Neo took a step closer. His gaze dropped to the weapon still in my hand.I stepped back, jaw clenching hard.“Don’t.”“Don’t what?”“Don’t keep looking at me like that.”“Like what?”My heart rate spiked.“Like you understand what almost happened tonight.”He held my gaze, never looking away.“I think I understand better than you think.”“No.” The laugh that left me was short and bitter. “You don’t.”Thunder rattled the windows. The sky outside had started to lighten, the first thin edge of daybreak cutting through the storm. I hadn’
One Mistake NEODaniel had told me to stay put, but the voice I just heard belonged to a girl. Young. Soft.She couldn't have been more than a teenager.Peeking out of the corner, I found Daniel with his gun raised, pointing at a small figure slowly making her way out of the darkness.I was right. It was a teenager, roughly sixteen. Her big blue eyes blinked at me as I emerged from the corner and stood behind Daniel. She clutched what I believed to be a letter in her hand, with dark clothes and boots, looking like a goth Barbie. “Neo,” she repeated, her hand going to her mouth and her eyes watering. Water dripped from her hair and clothes to the floor. “You didn't reply to any of my letters.” “Neo,” Daniel growled, his voice sharp and hard. “Get out of here.” His hand remained outstretched with the gun. “Put the gun down, Daniel.” I was at his side now, and could see the muscle in his jaw tighten and his hand flex. “She’s just a child. She’s not harmful.”“You don’t know that.”
After MidnightDANIELNeo wasn’t himself the whole day. Though he convinced me he was fine. I knew he was lying just from looking at his face and how quiet he’d been.I hated how useless I was then—hated how I could only sit back and watch. The faint sound of a piano came from somewhere outside my room, a soft note that drifted to my ears and made me sit up in my bed. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I checked the time. 2 AM.Only one person could be behind the piano at this time of the night. Curiosity and concern tangled together, pushing me to my feet and out of my room. The house was quiet. Then the piano started again, this time a bit louder as I followed the sound. It was coming from deeper in the house. East Wing. The music room I’d only glanced at once during the walkthrough. I didn't turn on any lights. Flaps silent on the floor, I moved down the hall, past the windows that showed tiny cracks of lightning in the night sky. The double doors to the music room stood
At The RooftopDANIELI shouldn’t have let him walk off alone.I knew the moment he stood up from that table, he was seconds away from falling apart. Neo hid things well. He must have had years of practice, but his eyes always gave him away. Everytime.And right now, they were glassy and distant, a
What I Shouldn’t Feel NEOThat was the plan. Get laid, forget, move on.Simple enough. Except it was pushing past midnight, and I was still here, wide awake, staring at the ceiling like an idiot.The more I tried not to think about him, the harder it got. Every sound from the next room made it wor
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
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 strang







