A Fox in disguise

Hours had passed. I can't tell what time it is but it seems to be around midnight. My eyes are puffy, my face is sticky, and I appear to be in the comfort of an incredibly nosey, masked man.

Resting on his chest, my tears had already dampened his clothes, yet he didn't seem to mind at all. I listen closely to his heartbeat, it sounds so reassuring. His breath was slow, maybe he was asleep. His strong grip on my back made me think otherwise.

I can't seem to find the feelings of panic and distrust anymore.

'If this man was a kidnapper,torturer or rapist, I wouldn't even be mad, it's my fault for willingly allowing him to cuddle me because my boyfriend cheated.' I think.

Either way, I can't even die right now, the new season of my favourite show; Fire, ice, love and war 7, just came out and I can't be missing that after a year of waiting. I have a whole lot to live for.

Slowly but surely, I try to slip out of his hands. His big, veiny hands...

Pay attention! We have to pay attention. Well I have to pay attention. I crawl out of his embrace and catch my breath, I didn't breath when I tried to escape.

I have no idea how I did it, but I'm free from the stranger's Big, veiny, rings on all the fingers, hands...

There was a very big argument in my head whether or not I should go back into this stranger's embrace. Unfortunately, watching my show was more important.

But I couldn't help but stare.

The moonlight knew exactly what it was doing, shining itself on the perfect person, at the perfect time. Even masked, he looked so handsome.

From his dyed, grey hair long hair, to the birthmark next to his right eye, yet he looks so familiar in some way, I can't pinpoint where I've met him. I haven't seen his whole face yet, so maybe I'm overthinking.

I slowly stand, trying not to make the slightest sound.

My brain and my body always never agreed with each other. So why did I think that all of a sudden, all will go well?

*POP*

The sound of my grandma knees made the loudest crack I've ever heard in my entire life. It sounded almost like a small miniature ballon that popped, but the fact that it's midnight just makes everything extremely louder.

My back facing the stranger, I pause waiting for a reaction,

...

Nothing seems to be happening. I slowly tiptoe, trying not to make the sound of my flat shoes louder than it certainly supposed to be, but before I know it,

I'm pulled back into his arms. A loud thud sounded as I fall to the ground.

"Where do you think you're going miss?" He asks sarcastically "Trying to escape? You thought I was asleep? You think I would generously let you go?"

His forceful voice finally rung in my ears for the first time, I can't help but find this unbearably familiar. But that still doesn't give him a reason to grab me for no reason,

I try to wriggle out of his his grip, he's too strong, Damn if I wasn't in this type of situation now...

"I- um... I'm sorry for my little outburst there..."

"A little?"

"Yes," I grit my teeth, a little."

"Okay, okay, a little" he squints his eyes as he says the word 'little'.

"Sorry, bit do you mind letting me go? It's kind of uncomfortable being held by a stranger..."

"Ahh yes, but incredibly normal to wail in one?"

What is with this guy?

"How long did it take for you say that one huh?" I snarl.

"A lot shorter than you crying into my arms actually." He chuckles.

The nerve of this guy.

"You know what?" I say annoyed, I stand up, I'm just gonna go."

"Sure" he chuckles again, trust me, you won't be able to go home." He says as I walk out.

I stop.

"And why the hell not?" I face him.

He stands.

"Because..." He slowly walks in my direction, the police are already on their way." The look on his eyes shows very well that he's letting on a smile.

I gasp in horror, my heart begins to race, "th-the police?"

He glances at his watch, "what so, did you expect today to just be like a walk in the park?, oh , I almost murdered my ex boyfriend who turns out to be 'Maria Macy's' new fiancé, so boring right? Just a normal, average sort of events right?"

"That was Marian Macy?!" I yell in horror. B-but she looks s-so different..."

"Well surgery does change a person" he sighs as he walks towards the window.

"S-she didn't e-even tell me who she was, if I had known I would have-"

"You would have what?" He asks in a more serious tone. Bowed and say your apologies?"

"..."

"Listen closely, that woman may be one of the most powerful women in this country, her dad is one of the heads of the Kaitutshi group, doubt you would even know what that means. My heart kept erupting as every word came out of his mouth. "Since she left her phone over here" he pointed at her purse lying on the floor, she has either gone directly to tell her father or she called him with another line, and since your ex is also with her, all the information about you is... sadly exposed, since Mr Patrick has his ways, the police will be after you and your family, unless there's someone to stop them..." he smiles as police cars start racing to the house. "Their here."

Police sirens start to wail loudly, the neighborhood is jumped awake by the noise, police rush out of their cars pulling out their guns,

"Miss Alesha" said a police man on a muffled speaker, you have been reported for breaking and entering into another persons home and threatening and assaulting with a knife, I would advise you to come out of the building slowly, drop whatever weapon you are holding and put your hands behind your back."

Well, he's not wrong. At least there's no rent in jail and I don't have to go to work anymore. When I come out I can binge-watch all the episodes I missed on 'fire, ice, love and war 7.' I will be positive and as long as I willingly agree with the police, there won't be any kind of damage done on me.

...

Oh. I'm black.

I seemed to be spending a lot of time thinking about this, because the next thing I hear is,

"Miss Alesha, we are giving you 60 seconds to come out of the building or we will use force and come ourselves."

Oh, I'm f*cked.

I glance at the stranger who seemed to be staring at me, almost like he was waiting for my next move. This is kind of an embarrassing situation and all but at least I have to thank him for staying with me.

For once I can feel myself genuinely smiling, tears start to flood out my eyes, I can't help it.

"Thank you, For the hour and half you've spent with me. Thank you."

He still stares at me, this time he looks like he's completely dumbfounded, even with the mask I can still see it.

I walk out with a real smile on my face. My hands up, I come out of the building, Up to 10 police men pointing a gun.

"I'm not armed chill." They stay on guard quiet, all looking at one man who seems to be the captain, waiting for his orders. What? You've never seen a black woman come without a fight? The only thing harmful is this delicious booty over here, that's what."

I try to walk over at them but they seems to be more alert, pointing the gun at my direction like I was holding a bomb or something. But immediately they all seem to put down their guns and bow, even what looks to be the captain.

I quickly look behind, knowing fully well that will never happen to me, and there he was,

The second son to the one of the most powerful men in the continent, and the founder of the company I work for, Ryou f*cking Dominick.

He walked over to me and gives me a wink of utter reassurance, I have no idea why I trust this wink so much, but it really makes me feel assured for some weird reason.

It's funny how life can turn out sometimes, one day you're having a manageable relationship with an emotionally distant boyfriend, feeding and taking care of a stray dog you've been emotionally attached too, watching different types of dramas by 2am when you're supposed to be asleep but still do it anyways,

and another day when THIS happens.

"She's with me." He calmly states as he puts his hand on my shoulder. he looks over at what seems to be the captain, "Hello Mr Kingston, lovely night isn't it? We were just talking about taking a stroll when you lot interrupted."

"B-but Mr Dominick, I have to-" the captain pleads

"I said," he snaps, she's with me."

"Yes Mr Dominick sir." He gives in. "I certainly don't want to bring out another side of you." He awkwardly laughs, it was your father that gave me this job after all."

"Now if you'll excuse us, we'll be going now."

He takes my hand as he walks through the police. Some gave us confused glances as we walked, others cursed under their breath, some just stared in awe, probably because they are as surprised, encountering Ryou Dominick, fans I suppose.

We walk for a while until the police cars are no more than blinking lights in the distance.

I try to open my mouth but words don't come out.

"You seem to be speechless Miss Alesha," he chuckles, like my little trick back there?"

I quickly bow as a form of respect, "I'm very sorry to trouble you Mr Dominick sir and for me going out of line and saying those rude things to you, thank you for all the effort you've put yourself through to save me, I will be in your debt Mr Dominick, I thank you."

"Ahh... my debt." He smiles "you shouldn't have said that little one. Now you really are in my debt."

If there are days when I wished I could have just shut up, this is it, I feel like being in debt to someone who has everything and anything supposedly isn't a good thing, just a hunch though, just a hunch.

"Your debt?" I politely ask, the word 'debt' can obviously mean anything. If it's a great sum of money, I'm running straight back to the police to take me away. If it's selling my soul, same thing. If he wants my body, I'd rather not be sleeping with my boss to pay a debt, so I'll still stick with the police option, now I'm thinking about it, what could it possibly be?"

"I was thinking about money at first,"

that's it. I read in an article once about jail in magazines once, it said that it made all the men in the area attracted by your scent and strong aura, it makes them fall head-over-heels. Wait no... that was a perfume advertisement 'la jaile'. I'm a shithead.

"But then I realised I have another situation," he looked me up and down. "I think you would be perfect for the job."

Perfect for the job? What the hell do you mean by 'perfect for the job'?!. I am NOT going to go down that lane. Never, ever, NADA.

"Mr Dominick, sir?" I innocently smile

"No, no you can call me Ryou."

"Mr Ryou? If you are going to ask me to be your personal hooker, I will politely decl-"

"Personal hooker?!" He yelled, then immediately lowers his tone, "first of all, look at you.."

"Look at me?!"

"Second of all," he continued, " the thought of you being in MY debt made me remember how a job opportunity just opened up for you..."

"W-what do you mean by that?" I ask as i dropped all forms of politeness in my tone.

"Drumroll please...."

"No, no I'm not doing that." I say bluntly.

"Fine. But sooner than later I'll make you do it." He beams. "Can you guess what it is by the hint I just gave you?"

"Talking?" I hopelessly sigh.

"No. And I have a slight feeling that you don't want to guess what your debt is going to be..."

"Slight?"

He let's out a massive sigh as well, puts both arms in his pockets and tiredly looks at the sky. Looking like he's thinking about a lot of stuff, he let out a tired but enthusiastic smile.

"You're going to be my personal assistant..."