| Daisy |

The second I stepped out of the bus, my mind had been bursting with every possible scenario but not this scenario—the one that was right in front of my eyes!

With widened eyes, my hand still gripping the handle of the door. . .I saw the familiar car with the hardcore glint and a tall figure leaning against it.  In front of my home!

Even from here I could see black T-shirt and jeans— the smoke surrounding him as he took a deep swig of it , cigarette— brown hair sticking up and—

I nearly toppled over when a passenger literally pushed me out of the way muttering "Bitch!" And I had let out something in the middle of a gasp and shriek. . .that's what caught his attention!

That's what made him look up.

Directly at me.

Just one calm and cool stare and I have no idea why I did what I did next!

I whirled around wildly, my hair slapping at my face. My mind was hastily planning my escape! I would take the bus again and—my mouth turned dry when I saw the back of the bus. . rumbling away from me . .leaving dried leaves in its wake!

Breathless, I glanced back at the reaper and I realized. . . realized he seemed so calm. So in control. Pushing his hand in his hair and dumping the cigarette away—he straighted up.

My spine tingled at that.

He was coming for me!

Hyperventilating, once again I scanned the area for an escape route and I had no idea why the hell was i looking for an exit? Was i scared of him? No way.

Then why?

Because I knew.. .knew that if I spend even five minutes with him I'm going to lose it. Lose it like every time and I was not good at hiding my emotions .

I would look into his eyes and fall all over again.

I just wanted to get away from him for my sake .

So I turned around and walked like my life was on line. Kept walking straight ahead on the abandoned road feeling his gaze on my back. Burning me all over . But then I wasn't so lucky right? I was never lucky when it came to Dean.

I was never ready for him.

I felt his vice like grip on my upper arm, fingers curling around my arm and he spun me around — my hair landing all over this shirt . .my eyes not surprised at all . .my palms going flat on his hard chest .

I could feel his abs under my hands.

Green eyes bristled at me .

He was looking down at me .

Breathing down on me.

While I tried to hold his gaze . Tried to hold myself from falling apart from the heat of his body. The smell of nicotine and an expensive cologne aromating the air. .

"Did you really try to run away?" He asked , eyes digging into mine.

"What's there to stay for?" I fired back. I thought I did but my voice was low.

The corner of his lip went up. .and my heart flipped down in my tummy.

"And what's there not to stay for?" He twisted my words around at me. Green eyes litting up slightly . .and it hit my heart that I could see myself in them.

"What do you want?" I asked not in the mood to drag it out. In the end it was me who would break down so what was the point?

And what he said took me taken aback.

"A date."

What?!

At first I just blinked at him not sure what I heard . May be i heard him wrong or something. .

Was he playing with me?!

My eyes narrowed at him.

"Why? Isn't Jessica enough?" I bit out, my voice laced with bitterness and maybe something. .green.

He lifted his hand and I stopped breathing. Just stood rigidly. What was he doing?! Heat spread on my cheeks when he traced my eyebrow with the pad of his thumb.

So gentle.

Like a caress. .he barely touched me and yet I felt his touch to the core of my soul.

How mad was that?

"You know, " his eyes concentrated on my forehead—his thumb tracing my other eyebrow slowly ," jealously is a disease . You should never catch it , Daisy. It doesn't suit you. No one can take away anything that belongs to you. I won't allow it."

He said everything so casually like the weather forecast while my heart crashed against my chest like fierce waves . . crashing on the shore. . breaking down every rock. .every obstacles.. .every guard.

Just when I thought I wouldn't loosen up my guards. .

I stared at him while he smoothed down the frown on my forehead.

Smoothed it down, traced it. .and then he stepped back slightly . One step back. .the tips of my fingertips touching his chest. .not liking this at all . . I don't know why. .why the hell I took one step forward. .now my palms back to their old place.

A stunning smile spread on his lips, disarming me with his beauty. It made the the golden flecks in his eyes pop up. . .his striking features putting a dent in my hard resolve.

"Is that a yes?" He asked softly, his hands going up . . covering mine.

I shook my head a little dazed.

"One minute you tell me I mean nothing and the next you're asking me out for a date?" I wondered out loud.

His smile dimmed down a little and I really wanted to kick myself for saying anything at all.

"I figured if you really want a date then let's give you one. So is that a yes?" He said. . peering in my eyes .

I swallowed hard.

What the hell was Dean on?

I had never witness this—this charming- my -pants- off side of him.

I nodded.

Breaking down every resolve.

Again.

Then he caught my wrist and turned around . . forcing a very surprised me to walk with him.

He was in no hurry.

He was walking at slow pace so my short legs could caught up.

"Where are we going?" I asked , eyeing my hand in his. No believing my eyes.

He glanced at me in mock disbelief.

"Do you suffer from selective amnesia? I'm taking you on a date." He dropped the bomb.

I tired to stop right there!

Stopped moving along him.

He too stopped at my obvious protest.

"You—you can't do this to me! I'm not even dressed for a date!" I said in disbelief.

Dean Harrison rolled those green eyes and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen him do.

Ever.

"Listen , I don't care if you're wearing your PJs or what. I'm not that kind of guy. " He blew a breath.

And I didn't even notice that he had made me start walking again.

"What kind of guy?" I asked curiously.

"The one who takes your pants off of on first date." He said in a calm manner.

I coughed. " TMI."

He chuckled nearly giving me a heart attack. What the frack was going on?! What was happening? Was it really happening?!!

Dean freaking Harrison was holding my hand!

He asked me for a date!

My mind was like a mine. Every new thought going off like a bomb. I bit my lower lip hard . .and peeked at my clothes.

A plain white T-shirt and some ripped off jeans. How come he looked good in every outfit? He made the ordinary look extraordinary.

This had to be the worst date scenario!

Still holding my hand, he opened the door for me and I slipped in the car with a loud thumping heart. The plush seat crunching under my weight.

I saw him moving towards the driver seat and just as I looked at him I couldn't believe my luck! This hot guy that I was secretly in love with just asked me out?!

He slipped in and hastily I fixed my starstruck face. His familiar scent flooding the inside of the car. .his scent always felt like. .home. my home.

My safety.

I was so in clouds that I nearly jumped when he leaned in at me.

"Relax. Just doing my job." He said quite amused and then with bated breath , he fixed my seat belt . . popping it shut in place .

If he didn't pull back, I was going to do something stupid .

Like ask him to marry me.

How . .pathetic I was!

Dean pulled back and I nearly collapsed with relief. I breathed in .  .and out until my lungs started to work properly.

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Regardless of what happened in the last fifteen minutes, the atmosphere was strained. Charged. Pressured.

May be not for him.

Because he was leaning against the seat , both of his large hands on the driving wheel. .he looked in control as always.

But my emotions were scrambling everywhere.

"Daisy."

He pulled that pressure down a notch . . looking straight ahead at the road.

"Yeah?"

"Relax. Breath. Chill. No one can make you do anything you don't want to." He glanced at me , a small smile on his face.

And I had no idea how he knew I was broiling from inside. .

All I did was nod.

A lame nod.

"Ask me what my favorite color is." He suddenly said.

The question was odd.

But I gave it a shot.

"What's your favorite color?"

He turned the wheel around.

"It's white. Now ask the why."

"Why?"

His gaze flicked to me and then my white T-shirt eyes darkening around the edges.

"Because it suits you."

Silence fell after that. I tried not to show how much his answer affected me. How much I just wanted to leap in his arms and hug . .

He was saying everything that I wanted to hear. Everything that I fantasized about. .

"Did I stump you?" He asked lightly.

And I looked at him, this time wanting him to see what he was doing to me...

"No. .just. . surprised." I admitted.

"Surprised?"

"Yeah. You have never been like. .," I shrugged. " Like this to me."

So charming and so swooning.

He smiled at my helpless state.

"I have always been like this to you. You just never noticed."

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The car stopped and I tried to peak out as much as I could. I thought we were going to a restaurant but — this so wasn't a restaurant. .

Nope.

It was  a posh place with the white fences. Apartments and flashy stores. I was so busy in looking around i didn't see him stepping out. He had moved like a ghost. I heard my door unlocking and that's when I saw him! Out! Opening the door for me and I panicked.

Panicked because I had to get out of the seatbelt and I didn't know how to. This seatbelt had different lock system — may be my jittery nerves were making it hard to get out of it . .my fingers shook because he was looking down at me.

Waiting.

And then seeing me almost having a panic attack , he leaned in. .

"Easy. .let me do it." He said gently and then his fingers sort of grazed mine and I snatched my hands back so he could do his work.

He unlocked it in a second.

He pulled back and trying not to feel dumb . .I stepped out . . shutting the door close.

And once again , he was holding my hand. Securing my hand in his, he moved towards the Harrison Tower building. And then I did a double take because — he was a Harrison!

A whole freaking tower?!

The building was a pristine white with royal blue windows that blinked in the sunlight. The awe inspiring building seemed to erect in the middle of the city, frowning down up the other buildings.

The guard sitting on the chair stood up as soon as he saw Dean. He smiled at Dean, placing a hand on his heart as a way of greeting.

Dean nodded.

The guard did cast me a curious look.

We stepped inside and it was giving me a hotel like vibes with the reception and all. People hustling around. A chatter filling up the place.

Everyone greeted him and he would just nod at them.

He went straight for the elevator.

As we stepped in the tight space, I realized. .I was going to be alone with him. In an elevator and than on the date.

And I still had no idea where he was taking me and I wasn't even interested in knowing. We could have a date in hell for all I cared.

He pressed the 6th floor button and the elevator hummed to life, starting to churn it's way up.

Dean turned around and then came to stand right beside me. . leaning against the wall. .crossing his ankle over ankle. .

His posture was so relaxed.

And i. .I was the complete opposite.I tried not to show how much his proximity was affecting me. .I could see my face in the flawless steel and see the color spreading around my face. .

The silence was getting to me!

I had to do something!

I cleared my throat.

Catching his attention.

"So Jenn and you. ." I trailed off not wanting to go in details.

He sighed.

"Yeah. She said you were going on a date. That's why you skipped school."

"So you came to check on me and my date?" I glanced at him and saw him scoff.

"I knew you're not going on any date. And yes ," he looked at me . .an unreadable look in this eyes. " I came to check on you if you're alright."

If that didn't make a girl's heart flutter I don't know what will.

I looked away from him as if I was admiring the sleek interior of the elevator when I was trying not to lose my shit . Trying not to feel so overwhelmed with feelings that I had no name for. ...

"Thanks, Dean. For—for checking on me." I kind of choked up . No one had ever checked up on me apart from my brothers. No had ever. .

"It comes with the job." He shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Job?"

He glanced at me and it was as if his green eyes were everywhere. In front of me . .on the walls of the elevator. .on the ceiling. .all over. .Dean Harrison was swallowing me whole..

"I know how it feels when no one checks on you. I don't want you feel like that and—"

He didn't make it because the lights shut down!

Plunging us into darkness!

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