The last note is hit as I end the song, looking out of the massive window as my legs still shake. Only an hour ago was I brought here by Nixon and threatened not to leave.

Starting yet another song, I only stop abruptly as his shadow looms over me. I stay tense at his body becomes closer, strong hands settling upon my small shoulders. "I take it this is a hobby," he comments, referring to my piano playing as the minutes tick bye. Nodding, I begin the song over again, finding it hard to concentrate as his fingers are upon my body, pushing my limits of concentration.

"What time is it?" I ask, stupid to forget my phone that lays outside of Oliver's house where the weird scene happened.

"One," he whispers, causing me to jump, his lips brushing my ear as my fingers shake. "Are you tired yet?"

Nodding tiredly, I find myself leaning into his touch, wanting more contact as his arms wrap around my body. "I'll need to go back to Ol-

"No."

Once again my body tenses as I'm lightly lifted to my feet, pulled away from the piano as my eye lids turn heavy. "Come on."

I take his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull me side by side with him, one of his hands on the small of my back. Once again I taken to the stairs. "Did I wake you up?" I ask, yawning as I look at the second floor where the house gets even darker. Once on the second floor, we take a sharp left, Nixon leading me down the hall until we come before a massive wooden door.

He pushes open the door, leading me into a pitch black room. I can make out the dark gray walls, two of them consisting of a massive window, dark wooden flooring, and a huge bed in the center with black sheets.

I'm laid down on the bed, my shoes taken off slowly as the covers are pulled over my body. "I have school tomorrow," I mumble, turning onto my stomach as warm hands brush strands of hair out of my face. A soft moan escapes my lips, leaning into the touch upon my face, wishing it would continue.

"And I'll take care of that when we come to that."

My eyes open in the morning to an early sunrise and the smell fresh rain. Propping myself up on my elbows, the silky sheets and duvet slide down to my hips, taking in the room around me. Memories flood back into my mind of the night before, just hours ago, the sight of my two friends as if absent from their bodies. The memories of Nixon Maxwell as he led me upstairs and-

Where is he anyway?

Looking around, I shield my eyes from the light as I search for the man of this house. As I look around, I take in the massive size of the room, the massive bed, leather furniture before a TV and fireplace, and a modern bookshelf next to double doors.

I push onto my feet, stretching my arms up as a yawn escapes my mouth. A clock on the bedside tells me it's nearly seven, warning me I'd better get my ass I school. I open the door, entering the isolated hallway that stretches across the whole upper floor where doors lead to various rooms.
As I come to the stairs, I see the front entrance, my pace picking up as it lays before me. I'd better get home. Mom and dad are going to be beyond pissed.
Just as my hand latches onto the doorknob, I'm turned around, pushed gently against the front door, looking into a persistent pair of dark blue eyes.
"Leaving so soon?"

"I've got school," I reply, my voice weak as he raises an eyebrow.

My throat turns dry as he looks straight into my eyes. "I said I'd take care of that."

"And I need to go. I have a test today," I explain, taking in his attire for the day. Clad in an Italian suit of navy and a black tie, I've got to say his appearance is beyond swoon worthy. The way it fits his muscles, emphasizing the shape they take and how the material tightens up around his arms when he moves his arms in certain ways...oh God.

"Please?"

Since when do I beg a stranger to go to school? Since when do I stay over at an older man's house after experiencing something freaky with friends?
He tilts his head, coming closer as my breath hitches. "Plus, I have parents as well, ones that I live with," I add in shortly, watching as his eyes brows furrow together. "Besides, I bet you have work to head off to. I wouldn't want you to be late."

Nixon is silent, biting his cheek as he contemplates what I've brought into the conversation. "I'd better go," I trail off, about to grab the doorknob.
"Let me drive you."

I almost choke on thin air. "To-to school? That's not necessary. I've got a car."

He shrugs, pulling me down a hall towards a set of glass stairs that lead me down into what I assume to be his garage. Last time I was here, breaking in, there was an underground garage that had a ramp to ground level. I'm led down the stairs, the lights flicking on to reveal a collection of cars my parents whole savings could never even afford one.

Leading me to one car closer to us, the passenger door is pulled open, the fresh scent of leather enveloping me as I slide into the two-seat Audi. The door is shut, sealing my fate as he walks over to the other side. The instant he's in here with me, the whole scent o the car takes a one eighty to a fresh rain and pine wood.

The soft purr of the engine suddenly turns into one of a race car as he races out of the garage, the early morning sun shining bright as I'm driven off of his property. "Where am I going?"

He's silent, making me even more nervous. Taking a sharp right, I soon find myself biting my lip due to nerves as the boarder of the town comes closer and closer. "I'd rather not leave Ne-"

The car speeds forward, zooming forward as I find my jaw shutting right away as my nails dig into my palms. "Can you at least slow down?!"

He spares me one short glance, not bothering to oblige, instead, he just sleds up, reaching a speed I'd never dare to in a million years.

"I would really appreciate if you at least told me where I'm going."

Running my fingers through my tangly hair, I remember that I'm in the clothes I slept in and went to work in. "I'm taking you somewhere for breakfast."

"Then what?"

"I didn't know you wanted to take it further." My cheeks go bright red as my jaw drops. I decide to keep my mouth shut as he switches the gear once we approach another town, well, city. Keeping on the same street for a while longer, I look up at the buildings as they tower over me, people walking up and down, more traffic as we near the center of the city.

"Why?"

"Why what?" He asks, slowing down as we hit a red light and women and men in business attire walk across the street.

"Why am I going to breakfast with you?"

"Because I feel like it."

"Why?" I insist, my voice stern as the atmosphere of the car becomes tense.
Nixon spares me one glance, one that sends sparks through my body as my heart skips a beat. Why do I feel these things towards this man I know nothing about?

"Do you remember that day you basically broke into my house," he doesn't ask, but comments, gaining a nod from me. "I told you that you were becoming a drug that would soon become my addiction, that my whole body would want you, not just the section I had.

"I recall," I mutter, crossing my arms as I feel uncomfortable in the situation right now. Just bringing back his words that have echoed through my mind make me blush and think even more about him. "So that's why I'm going to breakfast with you?"

"Somewhat."

"Somewhat?"

I await his answer as we pull up into a parking garage. "We are here."

Parking, Nixon slides out of his seat and closes his door, making his way to mine as I find myself fiddling with my thumbs to calm me down. What is he even doing this for? Why would he place interest on a girl not even legal? Oh God, this is illegal! Well, to have a relationship.

As the door opens, I find myself on autopilot as I step out and follow Nixon side by side as we exit the garage and head down the block to a small café/diner. I hold my sweater closer to my body as the cold nips at my skin, sneaking a peak every so often at Nixon as his hair blows in the wind.

The front door is pulled open and I enter the warm shop, waiting for Nixon as I stand at the line. "I come here often," he comments to break the ice.

"So you...work here? In this city?"

He gives a small shrug. "You could say that."

"What do you do?" I question, looking at the menu with French words and Italian ones as well.

"You could say business."

I decide to call it quits on that conversation. Once placing the orders, I take a seat at a smaller booth and tap my feet, once again nervous. I've never skipped school before, this is something I've never even thought of doing. As Nixon comes back with our food on square plates, I take a sip of my water and watch as he takes the seat across from me. "About school-

"I'll drive you back when I feel like it."
My jaw clenched as I find myself wanting to punch this man square in the face yet at the same time latch onto him and never let go. I just hope he takes me back soon.

Eating my food in silence, I try not to meet his eyes as he checks his phone every so often, busily typing away as customers enter and leave. By the time I'm finished with breakfast, I take another sip of water, wondering what is next, if I get to go to school now. By this time I've already missed my first class, and no doubt my friends probably wondering where I am.

"Let's go."

Looking up, I see Nixon standing up, straightening his suit jacket, fixing his tie as a part of me feels like jumping his bones. What the hell, Lily!? Since when do I think of things like this?

I follow Nixon, making sure to stay a bit to his side like before. In five minutes I'm staring up at a massive skyscraper, my neck straining as Nixon waits for me. Looking back at him, I see his figure at the entrance, awaiting me. "I've got school."

"Come on."

"Nixon-

In seconds he's back in front of me, people weaving around us as my body is frozen. He stands right before me, his scent enveloping me. "Let's go."
His voice is deep, husky, stern, and sharp.

His fingers wrap around my forearm, pulling me into the building, and once again, I seal my fate, just like when I ever agreed to go with him.

The only thing that runs through my mind is for what reason does he insist on keeping me around.

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I swing my legs over the armrest of the couch, adjusting my position once again as the minutes tick by. Playing with my thumbs, my mind wanders to questions over school to my parents to the situation I've found myself in as of now.

Two hours ago I had breakfast with the mystery man who I only know the name of and am now sitting in his office of the top floor of this building, wondering what the hell I'm here for. Outside the office are many conference rooms followed by multiple cubicles holding people that seem different from who you would assume to be in a business setting. They all look frightening and demeaning as I followed Nixon down the halls to his massive and modern office. The only homy feel he has to the office is the wooden desk and a small container. The container is painted with roses and a base of black, the container simple and makes me wonder why it's in his office. As I look around the room some more, I only notice the same features I've seen since I got here. For sure this office is beautiful with the modern design, but I'd much rather be at school than bored here. I'll never hear the end of it from my parents either.

I've been alone in this room for nearly an hour now, Nixon telling me to stay put because he had a short meeting to attend. Groaning, I run my fingers through my knotted hair, wanting nothing less than to change and take a shower.

Running hand after hand through hair, the door suddenly clicks, a tall figure entering as I prop myself up by my elbows. "How was the meeting?"

Again, he doesn't respond like usual as he takes a seat behind his desk, crossing his legs over the other as he sets them on the table. As of now, he looks like that cocky business CEO who believes he's some King, but I see past his body posture, seeing something is wrong. "Went good? Bad?"

His eyes meet mine and my mouth closed shut, my jaw clenched as his eyes scan my face, taking in every feature. "Anyway...about why I'm here... I was wondering I you'd be so kind to take me back? I doubt I'm anything but boring here, I doubt I'm giving you anything but an uncomfortable situation to have a minor in your office who you barley know."

We stay silent for another minute until this time, I'm the one to get up as I find myself walk across the room and standing in front of his desk. "I doubt I'm needed what so ever here."

A light knocking sounds at the door and a beautiful blond pops her head in. She's not the usual looking slut you would assume, but a gorgeous blond with honey brown eyes and pale skin that makes her perfect. "Gwen?"

"Mr. Maxwell, sir, Richards is on the other line about the...um, rogue documents," she explains, looking at me as she says those words. It seems as if she's keeping something from being said, as if she's saying the wrong words.

"Thank you, Gwen." Gwen leaves just as sudden as she came. "That would be Gwen Walters, she's engaged to an old friend."

I nod, unsure of why he told me those words. Looking back to Maxwell square in the eye, I feel my legs shaking. "I really need to go to school and get my car back from Oliver's place."

He ignores me once again, taking his feet off the table as he walks away from me and towards the wall length windows. "Let's not get on that subject again, Lily," he almost snaps, the way he says my name making emotions flood my body I never wanted to in the first place that he somehow brings out.
"As for now, I'd enjoy just a nice chat with y-

"Why?"

Looking over his shoulder, he offers me a small smile, one displaying perfectly white teeth and making my legs go weak. "Because I want to know you better as I bet do you."

Nodding, I take a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk, watching silently as he walks back to his chair and stands by it. "I'll go first, age?"

"I'm not playing twenty questions," he retorts, cocking his head to the side as my throat runs dry.

"Then how else?"

He smirks, one barely visible as my heart race increases. "You see, Lily, you're basically an open book to me."
I snort.

"I can tell by one look you're a people pleasure, a good girl, daddy's little angel who pursues what her parents want her to do while she has other dreams. You've become shy over the years, I take it by past experiences with social crowds. Hard working and passionate when you find something to care about. Most of all, you're innocent."

I swallow the lump in my throat, wondering what kind of game he is playing. "Now, let's see you read me like that."

I'm puzzled, clueless as to where to begin. I hardly know anything about this man who seems to have me figured out. What do I know about him? What do I know?

Biting my lip, I take in a deep breath.
"You're someone who demands respect," I begin, watching as I grab his attention. "You like what you have but you want more. You like getting your way and hate what you don't have, for example, someone's respect. You're more isolated than most guessing by your house being guarded by a tall fence, no pictures in your house, no signs of company ever over. You like to seem a mystery."

"Tell me something that would surprise me," he stated, making me raise an eyebrow. "Because, my dear Lily, let's face it, you don't know anything about me that my name and address."

"And how else am I supposed to know anything else?" I ask, crossing my arms as a small smile stretches his lips.
Stepping forward, I'm soon right before him, his shadow over me as I feel so mall and meek.

"Go on a date with me."

It's not a question, but a demand.