Page 84 of The Guru: Shadow
What if I am constantly monitored?
I can’t deal with that shit.
I don’t want the attention.
This was never supposed to happen!
The world zoomed in on her once again, slowly detaching her from reality as her heart raced with beats so fast it pounded up into her throat, fired by panic and overwhelm. There was no going back, and she was caught in whatever the hell this was.
And then she could feel him against her back, his hand wrapped around her, just like the first time they met.
“No need to panic,” he whispered against her ear, blowing some strands of her hair into her face with his breath. “It is all under control, I am here, and I will protect you, also, I have people taking care of your things.”
What is it about him and his presence that calms me down?She leaned into his touch.
“It is all under control.”
His lips trailed along her neck.
“Greg is keeping them away from your apartment, we’ll keep them away from people who know you, they won’t get access to your life. Everything online is handled as well.”
His hands pressed her so tight against him, and as she closed her eyes, everything was alright.
“How do they even know?” she whispered, more to herself than to him.
“They’re paparazzi, they always know, they have sources, and social media gives them enough to figure things out, but it’s nothing problematic, we made sure of that.”
Her mind raced again and tried to connect the dots. But there was something missing. The most important piece of the puzzle was missing. She needed the missing piece, so she pushed herself away from him and out of his grip.
“But so fast? What do they want? Why am I so important? Why are you so important?”
“They want money, like everyone. And I have money. Scandals make money, so the nobody and me, that is a scandal – hottest gossip – that makes money. If they don’t find enough, they’ll make shit up, whatever is more sensational wins. But, like I said, it is all under control. We’ll feed them enough, so they’ll shut up, and it’ll all be over in a week. Plus, you got revenge.”
He was still dodging her question, and she would not let it rest.
“Deis. Who are you? Why are you so important?”
“I already answered that.”
“No. You gave me what everyone else wants to see. But that’s not the real you. The real you put a bullet in Carl Pearson tonight. So, what aren’t you telling me?”
The corner of his mouth twitched, while his eyes had become dark.
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Her wit, her playfulness, the darkness deep in her waiting to be freed, and her eyes reflecting the world in them – all of it was perfection. Never had he believed to find a woman to see behind his masks, to even see him triggered, and yet have the courage to stay, even to challenge him. But there was something about her that reflected himself in her, while the rest of her couldn’t be any more different. She fenced herself in, in a cage of morality and righteousness.
All the other women he had met wanted the same thing: his money, his status, and what it would gain them being associated with him. Except maybe for Delilah. Delilah was very intelligent and didn’t need to become more famous. She wanted a love match, with someone giving her prestige. She was a fool when it came to love, and that made her nothing better than all the others.
Emma was different. She didn’t even recognize him, she had no interest in any of his lifestyle, as she had made abundantly clear, and that was what only further piqued his interest. What she wanted was the rush. She wanted to feel alive, while she thrived for the exact same thing he did. Control.
And because she did, he would strip all the control she ever had from her to make her his. Truly.
Right now, she groaned as he once again didn’t give her a straight answer. It was a little game he played with her, an amusing one.