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So a lot of people have been asking me when I'm going to update for the original series. I won't be updating until I finish the this rewrite. PERHAPS I will update a few chapters for other books, but I want to focus on one story right now! 

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P.S - Poop is about to hit the fan...

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P.P.S- It's really hard to keep track of all the D names, so once in a while I WILL mess up my own character's names. I also rewrite my chapters so many times that I forget to change things, so if I accidently mix up Devin, David, or Death in this chapter or any other chapter, just ignore it and leave a comment or something letting me know I made a mistake. 

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           The lobby of the D & S Towers was packed to the brim. But instead of being packed with men and women in business outfits rushing around with briefcases there were mostly teenage girls and young woman shrieking.

          I pushed past a few frantic girls, trying to get to the elevator. It wasn't until I got a little bit further into the crowd that I knew exactly what was going on. 

            "David! David, over here!"

            "David Star! Hey David, looking good! David, over here! David!"

            I shoved even further through the throng of people, getting a perfect view of none other than David Star at the center of the crowd. He stood like a beautiful sculpture in front of the paparazzi and fans, dark brown eyes brooding, facial expression unreadable, impeccably dressed in his typical business suit. His hair no longer held an ombré. It was a medium shade of brown throughout, styled in a slightly messy way.

            The fans cheered, pressing me painfully forward as they tried to get past David's bodyguards, nearly making me visible to the man I had been avoiding ever since the carnival. I took a step back, melting into the crowd, but maintaining a view.

            "Smile at the camera, sexy!"

            David tipped his head down at a camera, posing casually with his hands in the pockets of his slacks, flashing a brief, sensual smirk with minimal teeth. Flashes went off, cameramen screamed at him to look towards them.

            David looked very comfortable and relaxed in front of the camera, and in control of the chaotic environment around him.

            "Move it!" A skinny blonde with a microphone in her hand and a cameraman tailing behind her pushed past me, knocking me to the ground with a hard shove. David's coffee gaze fell on me on the ground.

            I froze.

            He looked away as if I didn't even exist.

            I slowly got up off the floor.

            "Stacy O'Conner here live, with one of the most known Stars in the country. Literally." The skinny little blonde laughed, stepping a little too close to David, pressing her push-up bra boobs against his side, and lowering her voice a little too seductively. "So David, we heard the big news! Are you excited for the launch of your new advertising campaign against crime in Chicago and globally? Tell us about it!"

            David leaned down towards the microphone in her hands, dark brown eyes striking and locked onto the camera. His voice was deep and smooth as usual. "Unfortunately I can't really tell you much about it, Stacy, but Devin and I are both thrilled to launch our new campaign. We've been working extremely hard on it." David smiled dazzlingly down at the news woman, just like the way he had once looked down at me. "We hope that those who are going to the premiere tomorrow night will feel just as passionate in our cause as we are..."

            She blushed furiously. "Passionate," Stacy blurted dreamily, momentarily losing her professionalism and then quickly backtracking. She shook herself out of some sort of stupor, taking a deep breath. Something awful settled in my gut. Jealousy. The newscaster was now flustered, clearly overwhelmed by the towering, tall, dark, and handsome man close to her side.

            "Do you have time for another question, Mr. Star?" Stacy finally asked.

            David's eyes drifted to mine before he answered and they stayed anchored there for a heartbeat. Arctic. Cruel. David was mad at me -- almost disappointed looking, and he had to visibly drag his attention away from me this time. David forced a smile at the camera. "Yes, of course I have time for another one," he tried to apply casually, but his voice was dry and his words were cut sharply.

            It started to hurt to watch him. So I forced myself to walk away, to turn away from the crowd, and the man behind the camera. I was walking fast, refusing to look back. I had come for Devin. Devin. Not him! Why hadn't I just walked around the crowd? Why did I have to stay and watch the man I literally couldn't have?"

            I hadn't felt the tears in my eyes until I managed to reach the elevator. There had been a lot of elbow shoving and kicking involved to get through those crazy fans, but I made it.

            "Why the new bullet proof window?" the newscaster asked in the distance. "Rumor has it that there was one re-installed in your office four days ago..."

            Why was I crying? Yes, I hadn't planned on contacting him again after the date at the carnival because I didn't want to put his life in danger, but why was I crying? It wasn't like he was that important to me after only a few encounters with him, right? Plus, hadn't I used to hate him at some point?

            That was then, this was now. David was important to me. I had feelings for him, feelings that had only gotten stronger. I thought that I had already gotten over them, but I hadn't at all. It had hurt me seeing Playboy Junior, handsome and smiling, reminding me of the first man I had said yes to on a date. The first man besides my father who had bought me food, held my hand. To see that bitter, almost spiteful change in his eye the moment he spotted me in the crowd.

            "I'm sorry, I can't answer that..." I heard David reply. He sounded distracted. I knew he was. How did I know him that well already? I didn't turn around to see if he was looking at me. I could feel his gaze on the back of my neck like two burning coals sizzling on my skin.

            I pressed the call button for the elevator in front of me. I started to sweat. What the hell was wrong with me? My hands were shaking. He would want to know why I hadn't called him or emailed him. David Star was too confident not to ask. He was going to find me in the building and demand answers, I knew he would. What would I tell him? What could I tell him?  

            "You look a little lost."

            Startled, I nearly shrieked at the man now standing directly to my right. The first thing I noticed were his eyes, which which were serious no matter what expression he held and a burnt amber shade, slightly slanted in shape. The next thing I noticed was the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. Black hair, six feet tall, lean and clearly in magnificent physical shape. 

            "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Leo. I'm the Manager of the Finance & Accounts department here." The man stuck out his hand. I noticed he had a cross tattooed on the inside of his wrist.

            I analyzed his features. Handsome. "You're a numbers guy, then?"

            He nodded, a boyish smile lining his lips. "Numbers guy."

            "I'm Faith. I'm a fan of numbers too, but I'm currently failing math." I fought back a smile and shook his hand. He had a shockingly gentle grip for a pretty intimidating looking guy. "Tell me, is anyone even ugly in this place?"

             Everyone at the D & S Towers was pretty much hot and important.

            The man chuckled. It was a nice sound. "Everyone at the D & S Towers are pretty much hot and important," he joked.

            See...

            He was funny in a pretty monotone way. Confident in the way he held himself. I liked Leo. "Well, um, I pretty much know where I'm going. I came here for an interview. A really, really, really crazy interview. But thanks for offering your help..."

            "It's not a problem. Let me guess, was it an assistant position?"

            "How'd you know?"

            "David's been running interviews for weeks now. It's hard to find an assistant when you secretly hate people." Leo bit back a laugh. "You must be Virgin Girl, from the way he described her."

            "He told you about that?!"

            "Yeah, he said it was his most entertaining interview yet..."

            I felt myself turn red. "Of course he said that."

            Leo was cracking up now. "I mean, don't feel too embarrassed, I think he liked you. He's just really picky about who he wants to work close with."

            "He's mad at me because I've ignored his emails," I blurted before stopping myself. "Sorry, it was on my mind."

            Leo shrugged. "It happens." His amber eyes drifted over my face, voice lowering. "Listen...you seem like a nice girl, there's probably something I should tell you about David. I really shouldn't be telling you this, but I know you two went on a date and--geez, I really shouldn't be telling you this. It's out of line..."

            I shrunk back a little. "I don't like where this is heading."

            "It's just that it's not my business." Leo put his hands out, as if mentally stopping himself from saying anything else. "Forget it."

            "You can't just start telling me then not. How bad could it be? STDS, bad? Is he Bipolar? I already knew that if that's what you have to say..."

            "He's been, uh..." Leo scratched the back of his head. "Do not tell him I told you this, but he's been having an affair with his secretary for a while now, and I just thought I should let you know in case you were...well, you know."

            Something was crushed to a pulp within me. "Tiara. He's having an affair with Tiara?"

            Why? How the hell could David even tolerate that red-haired witch?

            Leo's eyes softened. "I'm sorry, you're upset. I shouldn't have told you..."

            "It's fine." I inhaled deeply, blinking back tears that I prayed weren't too obvious. "You know what? I'm glad that you told me that. He probably would have never said that to me himself. So thank you."

            "No problem." Leo glanced over my shoulder at something, then glanced down at his watch. "Hey, listen, I have a meeting to get to on level 70. I unfortunately hate elevators so that's a long combination of walking and stair climbing. I like to take the stairs. If you'd like to come with me, you're more than welcome...?"

            "Um..." I shifted on my feet, eyeing the elevator. The thought of being alone with a man I didn't really know when the Angel of Death was after me didn't seem like the safest idea. The thought of being alone with a man when I was border-line about to burst into tears was also not the safest idea. "Nah, I'm actually really tired. Didn't get much sleep last night...or the night before that. It was nice meeting you. Thanks for telling me that, I can tell David and you are friends so that's pretty cool of you to not keep that a secret from me."

            "I apologize that I had to be the Bearer of Bad News. I just felt like you needed to know that."

            "I appreciate your honesty." I managed a smile. "I'll see you, Leo."

            "Not if I see you first, Faith Williams." It was corny, and he knew it was by the way he winked at me. "I don't normally say things like this, but you're a lot prettier than how David described you."

            Wow.

            That rendered me speechless.

            As I watched mystery man walk away, I realized I hadn't told him my last name and wondered if David had.

            I called for the elevator in a daze, my emotions slowly catching up to me. Screw David and his lying Playboy Junior face, I thought bitterly.

            Suddenly the fan girls in the lobby started to shriek. I forgot they were there. I had tuned them out while talking with Leo. When I turned my attention back towards the crowd, I saw David moving towards me. Heavy built bodyguards were pressing the fans back towards the exit of the building, allowing David a pathway towards me.

            My heart started to pound.

            I jabbed my finger against the call button for the elevator three more times, more frantic than before. I had to escape. I couldn't lie to him, I was such a bad liar.

            David was a fast walker.

            Jesus, why the hell do his legs have to be so freaking long?

            The elevator doors opened in the nick of time. I threw myself inside, pressing the top floor with lightning speed, then pressed myself against the back of the Claustrophobic Box of Hell. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when a black dress shoe prevented the doors from closing, coffee eyes meeting mine. David could have just stepped into the elevator demanded answers right then and there, but instead, he stood like a sculpture in my line of vision, silent, staring down at me with the most haunting look.

            Neither of us said anything. I slowly pressed the top floor again, intimidated by the way those dark brown eyes were trained on my every move. David stopped the elevator again with his foot, still watching me. Then he stepped into the Claustrophobic Box of Hell, standing  incredibly close to me, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

            The doors shut. Me and him. It was just me... and him.        

            His anger radiated with heat off of his body, warming my cold, rain-drenched skin. At the corner of my eye, (because I was avoiding his eyes at all cost), David held a puzzling expression that was anything but pleasant.

            I shivered.

            I couldn't breathe.

            God, this is awkward. I swallowed hard, finally able to move my attention away from the towering model next to me. Why wasn't he saying anything? Did he see me with Leo? Why wasn't I saying anything?  Was he even breathing? I was sure he could hear my heart pulsing wildly, or at least he could hear my shallow breaths.

            "Personal space clearly isn't an issue for you but it is for me," I muttered under my breath. I was already facing my fear of tight spaces, and now this six-foot something model was pressed against me like a pair of pitiless skinny jeans. His belt was literally pressed against my arm, muscular chest in my face. I wouldn't have complained, had he not been looking down at me like he wanted to wring me out like a towel or put me in a toaster and put some jelly on my toasted ass.

            I wasn't planning on saying anything else to the bastard. What Leo had told me about David and Tiara had been a secret. I knew now I couldn't get close to David, I would get over it.

            All I was concerned about was getting the hell out of that elevator.

            Hell's Bells blasted in my pocket, and the cracked i-Phone I had found on the pavement started to vibrate. "Oh, shoot." I scrambled to take the phone out, quickly trying to turn the screen on to read the caller ID.

            Maybe it was the owner of the device.

            "Hello?" I answered.

            David snatched the phone out of my hand, dropped it to the floor, then smashed it to smithereens with the heel of his shoe.

            I winced, then viciously scowled. "What the heck was that for?! That phone hit an elderly lady, you know!"

             Ding!

            The doors opened. Neither of us left the elevator.

            "You have other things to worry about beside a stupid phone. For example: Death. The personified version."

            I gawked at him. Talk about no transition.

            "I know exactly why you're here, Miss Williams. I expected this." David leaned into my ear, warm breath fanning my cheek. His voice was husky. "You're here because you want answers. You want to know why the Grim Reaper is after you, and you want to know mine, and Devin's involvement with him. I can tell you right now that Devin isn't going to tell you anything useful, so make your choice now as to who you want to speak with about your friend."

            David knew about Death.

            Or maybe he was Death.

            I narrowed my eyes up at Playboy Junior. I'm on to you, bitch. If he could read my thoughts, he wasn't making it obvious.

            "I'm going to give you five seconds to respond, Miss Williams." His expression was stone serious. "After that, you'll have to beg me. Time is a precious thing after all."

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