09- Intruder

I enter the house and the air seems to be off. I hang the keys and slip out of my heels with a sigh.

I shiver in disgust at what I just witnessed tonight, I didn't know the world would be that ugly.

Last two weeks have been a tsunami, I thought I had it rough ever since the first audition with Casper, everything has been a mess ever since I came in contact with Casper.

I feel cool breeze hit me and I shiver slightly, stepping towards the balcony door to close it till I realised that I never left it open.

I gulp and act as if I was still oblivious incase the intruder was observing. I throw my purse on the sofa after taking my phone out as casually as I could.

I called Diego.

"I'll call back-"

"NO" I yell out. The line goes silent for a second and I thought he hung up but he spoke up again.

"Is it urgent?"

"Yes when are you reaching my place?"

"Is everything okay?"

"No I just feel off and out of place, I think you were right I should have crashed at a friend's place."

"I was right? I'm surprised but we'll talk about this when I get back-"

"No we can talk now"

While conversing with him I walked and closed the balcony making sure I don't look anywhere the intruder might be or whoever it is may react.

"Talia TALIA"

I hear him call out and I drop the phone.

"Yeah im-Im here"

"What's going on, is something wrong?"

"Yes but I'm too shy to talk about it" i said with a nervous chuckle hoping he would understand.

"Wait why are you- Talia?"

"Yes?" I squeaked out when I heard slight disturbance in my room.

"Is someone there with you?"

"Yes" I cry out in relief. "I'll be there just try to stay under surveillance and call someone up who can come meet you right now. I'm leaving now-"

The phone beeps and I panic. My phone ran out of charge. I curse at myself for not paying attention.

"No no no no " I try to switch it on again and the tune rings up indicating that the phone is switched off.

I hear footsteps and dash towards the door but just as I pry it open a hand slams it shut.

"Bonjour belle"

I freeze, it's him.

I gulp down my fear and turn around to confront the intruder.

Still in the Navy blue suit he leans down to my height, now that my heels were off he was a feet taller.

"Why are you in my house uninvited" i asked as moved out of the cage. He chuckles as he lets me.

"You witnessed a certain event that you shouldn't have and to make sure you don't cause trouble you will see me around quite alot. My name is Oscar Kimberly. I'll be your escort till I deem it necessary."

I had heard this name before somewhere, why can't I remember. He looked like he was waiting for me to refuse. He could physically force me to obey even if I do refuse.

I sigh as there is no option for me. Might as well do what I can is what I thought as I go to the kitchen and he follows.

"Do you want coffee?"

"I'd like some without sugar and preferably without poison" he said to me as I rolled my eyes and started making it.

"Call your friend and tell whoever that was that you are good and don't need to be saved. That its someone you know and would like to spend time with."

I pause as I put the vessel with the milk on the stove to boil. I contemplate and decide to play it cool.

"It won't work, that was my boyfriend and hopefully soon to be fiance. If I were to claim that I'm with another he would rush to me to make sure I'm not being coerced-"

I gasp as I feel him grip my ponytail and tug backwards so that I was leaning against him.

"Don't act smart with me, I'm not Casper and as for your so called boyfriend. I'll shoot the first person to walk in. So that murder would be on your hands." He said in a whisper against my ear.

To prove his point he grabbed the gun he hid behind his back and pressed the cold metal against my neck.

I was shaken up but I gritt my teeth hoping it won't show. I nod and he lets go of me just as the milk boils up and switches off the stove just in time.

I take my phone to the room and put it on charge and go back into the kitchen. I mix coffee in the cup and pour some for him and then some with sugar for me.

He takes the cup, "thank you" he said and I glare at him to which he just smirks.

I go back to the room and when the phone charges up I switch it on to see multiple missed calls from Diego. I call him up while the Oscar watches me.

"Dieg-"

"I'm almost ther-"

"It's okay it was just a friend playing a prank on me. He will be crashing here tonight so you don't have to worry." I said as calmly as I could in this situation.

"I-" he paused. "Are you sure? I'll be there in another 10 minutes anyway-"

"No it's not a problem, I've been calling you up and disturbing you too much these days. Maybe the fact that my friend showed up was a good thing. You don't have to take care of me anymore. Thank you for all that you have done for me, I appreciate it. Take care"

"Why does this sound like farewell to me?" He asked in a soft voice.

I had tears pooling in my eyes. I took a deep breath and looked away from the intruder. "Because it is. I need to start fresh without all the drama and without-"

"And without me" he completed for me with a humorless chuckle. "Okay Talia but if you ever need me, know that I'm just a call away"

"Goodbye Diego"

I whisper out and hang up.

Oscar removes his blazer and places it on the sofa as he sits down and sips on the coffee.

"I didn't ask you to break up with him, don't cry and blame me for what happened." He said nonchalant about it all and I let out a bitter laugh.

"You are a p*ssy if you think that things will go your way. You want me to be quiet? You want supervise? But till when? Either I'll end up dead or worse because just my word won't be enough will it? So what exactly are you waiting for. Get done with it." I said and stood right infront of him.

"Shoot me"

He smirks, slightly surprised. He gets the gun out and I let out a breath to calm down and close my eyes.

How bad could it be? It'll all be over in a second. I felt the cold metal under my chin. He used it to lift my face up.

I open my eyes in confusion and find him standing an inch away from me. Our chest almost touching, he leans down and kisses me. My eyes widen and he grabs my waist and pressed the revolver harder against my neck as he sucks on my lips.

I push him off and gasp out. "What is wrong with you" I glare at him as I cover my chest with my hands in a attempt to wrap myself up.

He licks his lip that was bleeding because I bit it so that he would let go. He sits back down as his back leans against the sofa and puts his feet over the other knee.

"I like you, I'm going to keep you around" he said and I throw the first thing that comes in my hand which was the television remote.

He grabs it as it hits his chest.

"Who do you think you are I'm not going to be your slave or whatever of thats what you think. You can sleep on the bloody sofa."

I said and walked away hoping that I reach and close my bedroom door before he makes it there but

He grabs my arm and roughly pulls me back to him. "You won't get what you want Belle. But I will. So play nice and I might be liberal." He said and I glare at him.

This situation was amusing him.

Then I remembered where I heard his name so I paused and he raises an eyebrow when i stop protesting.

"You are Mr. Kimberly the Hollywood star's son right? You are mom is an architect. You are Casper's childhood friend who left to go abroad." I state and he just looks at me with an intense stare.

He lets go of me.

"Yes belle."

"Stop calling me that" I said annoyed at his nickname for me.

"Why? it suits you" he said and I look away as a blush creeps in involuntarily. Which annoys me further.

"Did I make you blush?" He asked and I scoff.

I walk into the bedroom and he follows.

"You can sit on the chair there-" i started to speak but he ignores me and lies down on the bed. "This is comfortable" he said as he removed his shoes and socks and watched me.

I roll my eyes and go in the washroom, I leave the door open so that he can see and won't come barging in. I clean up and change with the help of the old partition I placed in the room for aesthetics.

It's an ancient antique furniture that's used as curtain for changing but it's made of wood. I never thought I'd have to use it.

I changed in to pajama and a loose tee to avoid any sort of sexual act just because I wore a certain outfit.

He looked at me and his eyes trail over my body and I ignore him. I get into the covers and when he tries to I pull it under myself.

"I'm not sharing it, you can get yourself one from the loft" I pointed it out for him and he chuckles. He gets up and strips out of his pant and shirt, leaving himself in just his boxers.

He reaches up and grabs a blanket and I watch his muscles flex but when he turns around, so do I.

"Don't try anything, it won't be good for you" he said and for a moment I had forgotten why I was in this situation.

I ignore his comment and snuggle into the blanket. He climbs in and tucks himself in. I turn to see how exactly he was planning on sleeping.

I turn to find his face right beside me and my eyes widen at the proximity. He pecks my lips and I sit up. I grab the extra pillow and put it in between us. He lets out an amused laugh and it sounded so pleasing till I remembered just what kind of a man he was.

I turn away and he throws the pillow away. He throws off his blanket, "I feel challenged belle" he whispered as he tugged my blanket and covered both of us under the same. I scoot away from him only for him to pull me back against him with his hand around my waist.

I frowned and very conscious of his hand on my waist. Luckily there was no skin contact but he was completely in my space. I sighed in defeat and just close my eyes hoping to overlook the proximity.

I was too tired to stay awake, I yawned and close my eyes. I grip the pillow and doze off.