Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

Ambushed by Damien

“Yes, he’s the one.” Julian’s security man announced. I could tell Julian’s Jaguar anyway.

My heartbeat increased to a volatile rate. His car was tinted, so I couldn’t tell if he already saw me or if Holland and Aaron were with him.

I could barely breathe. I looked around for where to hide, but there was nowhere except the fountain, green land, and coconut trees. My only choice was to run behind the house, but that’s too risky.

“This is a disaster!” I thought, blood rushing into my head.

My head was pounding.

Julian must have seen me already, except he wasn’t paying attention. The white gate that led to his house was small, with iron rods spaced out enough that a little child could slip through.

“Come. I’ll show you where to hide.” The security man said, pulling me out of my nervous thoughts that almost had been surrendering to fear. “Over here.” He added, making a “come with me” gesture.

He led me to a pillar across, which I hadn’t noticed because of my anxiety. When I was safely hidden, he rushed to open the gate for his boss. Anxious not to get on his bad side. I mean, I’m a total stranger to him; there’s no way he would want to get in trouble just because of me.

He swung the gate open, and Julian cruised in with his Jaguar. He came out of the car immediately, looking every inch eatable in a white suit different from the black suit he had won when he came to pick Holland up from class.

“This man has good taste. And he also dresses so well.” I said admiringly. I realized then that I did admire Julian.

He told The security man something and then waltzed into his house in a hurry. My guess is he forgot a document. He looked to be completely oblivious to my presence. I could not be more thankful to God for that.

As he entered the house, the security man hurried toward my hiding spot. His demeanor conveyed a sense of urgency, though he looked ready to help me out, and that touched my heart, not in the way that I love him or something, but just that I would like to be his friend.

“I think you can come out now.” He said. I looked for a name tag on his chest, but there was none. His black suit was ironed to perfection, fitting his dark skin so well.

“Sure?” I asked him with a shaky voice and my eyes slightly wider than usual.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Can I know your name, though?”

The request took him aback. He was happy about it yet suspicious.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“You want to know my name? Why?”

I shrugged, “Is there anything wrong with that!”

He chuckled nervously, showing off a crooked front tooth. “No, no, nothing is wrong with that. It’s just that none of my boss’s friends have ever wanted to know my name.”

“Well, I’m a nanny and a worker like you. So I think we should be friends. You help me, and I help you.”

He was still skeptical, “What’s in it for me?”

“Oh, you are going to know soon enough.” I joked.

“I’m serious.” He said, which matched his facial expression.

“Ehh. I’ll bring you lunch if that helps,” I said anxiously. Maybe I was wrong to think that we could be friends.

“Oh, it does.”

“Okay.” I shrugged.

“My name is Adrian.” He finally replied, outstretching his hands.

I took it in a warm handshake, “Mine is Samantha. Sorry if my hands are a little sweaty.”

“I don’t mind. It just shows you are alive.”

I shook my head in agreement. “See. You are smart. I already know we will be best of friends soon.”

He laughed, “Alright, friend, you must leave now.”

“Yes, sure,” I said at once, breathing hard.

He just reminded you that you need to leave, really Samantha?!. “I always get carried away and become forgetful.”

“Me too.” He said, giving me a warm smile.

I exited my hiding place, and we both walked to the gate. He opened the gate for me, and I left.

“Bye.” I waved at him.

“Bye.” He waved back.

The estate was very quiet. I looked around to make sure no one saw me, and no one was in sight. It is one of the most expensive estates in town, so I expected everyone to be all about their business.

Rich people gossip, too. My mum, for example.

I was just a few blocks from Julian’s Home and getting ready to call a taxi when a car stopped before me. The black Rolls-Royce looked all too familiar.

“Where have I seen this car before?” I was thinking when the driver’s door opened, and Damien came out looking drop-dead gorgeous in a Grey overcoat. His long hair fell down his shoulders, and his lips looked even fuller.

“Damien! What the hell are you doing here?!” I asked, surprised.

“I’m here for my date. Just to make sure she doesn’t stand me up.” He replied. “I like to take things I care about into my own hands.”

“This is crazy. You are crazy!” I replied, shaken from the narrow escape and Damien’s presence.

Damien walked around the car and opened the passenger door.” You can call me all the names when you are in my car. Get in.”

I rolled my eyes at him and got into the passenger seat. He shut the door, entered the driver’s seat, and pecked my cheeks before closing the door. “I got you flowers. They are lilies. I noticed that. You use Lilly-scented shampoo. So I figured they are your favorite flowers.”