Day 1

Our first day in Dubai started with an exquisite breakfast. The food was fairly good, to say the least. After all, this place was Dubai's finest hotel.

"Let's meet by dinner," Lincoln said after dropping me off at the mall.

Right. I have no business here but to show that Lincoln and I were on good terms. And seems like the investors of their company were buying our facade.

While strolling around the mall, I can feel someone's presence on my back. Glancing at the glass windows of each store in hopes to find out who's the one stalking me, I've prepared myself if ever something bad happens. The worst-case scenario.

I turned my head from left to right, no longer looking at my path which caused me to bump into someone. The clash made me take a step backward with my purse falling to the ground. Luckily, it was tightly zipped up that my belongings didn't spill out.

"I'm sorry," I softly apologize as I attempted to slouch down, getting a hold of my purse when the man stood up.

"No need to be sorry," he replied.

Damian's face appeared in my vision. He was grinning as he handed me my purse. Walking to my side while scanning the whole place, he said, "someone's following you."

I squinted my eyes at his words. "How'd you know?" I asked before walking ahead of him. Again, I'm here to show that Lincoln and I were a happy and unproblematic couple. If someone snapped a picture of me being with Damian, it'll cause chaos in our families. Especially on my part.

"I'm your bodyguard, Tiffany," he stated with confidence, followed by a chuckle before slipping his hands inside the pockets of his pants. "It's just that I'm staying in the dark, in your shadow." He added as we took a turn and entered one of the jewelry boutiques that we saw.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked while taking a look at the displays.

Each of the accessories dazzled in elegance, making my eyes twinkle. I made sure to examine every necklace and bracelet, the details and stones on it, before telling a worker to get the one that I've set my eyes on for me to have a closer look at it.

"You know, I'm always here anytime you need me," Damian replied while casually tailing me from behind.

I shook my head in disapproval as a lady in a red and blue uniform approach us. She carefully pull the jewelry out of the glass box and handed it to me.

"This looks so pretty," I cheerfully beamed, holding the necklace embedded with black stones and white diamond around its chain.

I attempted to wear the necklace all by myself but the lock won't go well as how I wanted it to. It kept om slipping off of my fingers. Probably because my nails are way too long to even handle it properly and Damian seems to notice it.

"Why won't you cut these?" He asked, obviously pointing out my nails, as he took the necklace away from me.

He carefully swung the jewelry in the air as he moved to by back. The pendant rested right above my chest, near the gaps of my collarbones, while he did the lock of it.

Facing the mirror which just literally sitting right in front of me, I tilted my head side to side to check how good does the necklace look around my neck, flipped my hair to my back, and the necklace adjusted in length. And just what I've expected, it looks magnificent!

"My nails are my babies," I said to Damian. Having a glance of him through the mirror. My fingers touched the pendant and the embellishment.

I motioned Damian to unhook the lock so I can take it off at once by lifting my hair a bit not showing my name. Damian then did the exact thing that I was trying to tell him by the use of my body language. His fingertips graze over the skin of my nape as he works on the lock.

Once done, I handed the necklace back to the lady who assisted us. She was about to tell me the price of it but I shush her up by giving her my card. The look on her face was amused when she saw the color of my card. It's black.

"Do you want to grab lunch together?" Damian asked as the lady hand me back my card and a paper bag.

"I'm not hungry," I answered, hooking the handle of the bag on my wrist.

The two of us quietly leave the jewelry store and went for a walk around the mall. Checking on anything good or interesting items to buy. While doing window shopping, we arrived at the cinema. As we were both bored and tired from walking, we came up with the idea of watching a movie.

The film that currently showing is a romantic one. Damian and I turned heads toward each other. Contemplating whether to buy tickets or pass on it. In the end, we did buy it and entered the cinema hall.

Our seats were in the middle row. The perfect row to watch on the big screen if I may say. Turning my head from side to side, scanning the whole place, I noticed that there are only a few people inside. The entire cinema was filled with I'm guessing around twenty or fewer people.

I was gonna tell you something about Damian when the film started rolling. Immediately, I got comfortable on my seat with my back leaning against the chair, my elbows resting on the armrests.

When I looked at Damian for a second, I caught him staring at me. Hand on his cheek and elbow on top of the arm that crossed over his torso. There was a meaningful smile on his face as he moved to his seat. Face leaning closer to mine until his lips were directed to my ear.

Softly he whispered things that I wished I can hear coming from Lincoln, "I can treat you better."