4 Babysitting Gone Wrong 2.1

I stood in the back of the studio, the manager escorted Jenny over to a shorter man about 5ft 6, who was adjusting the camera by the stage where the shoot would take place. I narrow my eyes watching closely. Her attitude was different with him then with me, but of course it would be. This was her life her career. If she acted like a bitch from hell with the photographer her career would be over. I take note as his eyes follow her ass the second she turns around, and heads back in my direction. I narrow my eyes glaring at him. I walk forward to meet her and turn her around.

She gives me a look of shock as I grab her and spin her around, woman has no idea the look men are giving her. There all practically eye humping here.

"Which way to your changing room I growl. I remove my jacket putting it over her. I have no idea what possessed me to hide her from their eyes, but I didn't like it one bit. No, the problem was she was in danger and any one of these bastards could be the culprit. I follow closely hanging my arm around her as she makes her way to her dressing room. Everything seemed fine till we got inside.

"What the fuck was that." She suddenly shouted ripping my leather jacket off her shoulders and throwing it to the floor. She stomps on it like it was trash. Her face red glaring at me. I watch as she gets bent out of shape. I take a deep breath. Walking over I pick it up and wipe it off. I don't get why she's so damn pissed and I personally didn't care this was my job. She could throw her fit all she wants but I was hired to insure her safety I reasoned with myself. I walk over setting my jacket down on the vanity counter. When I hear her shriek, I spin around noticing her eyes practically bugged out of her head as he stared just right of me on the vanity. There sat a box with a card. I went to grab it.

"Don't! Don't touch it," She cried out, I watch as her body fought the urge to shake, she was afraid of this. I go to grab it, "Wait" She shrieks again. She looks at her manager who pulls out a heavy clothe that she wraps around the long package and letter. She quickly leaves the room with it.

"Are you going to explain?" I ask trying not to sound annoyed. After all she was afraid. I had no idea why but it definitely troubled her. She had a blank stare on her face. "Jen?"

I call out to her softly a second time. She blinks looking up at me.

Her brows knit together "What did you just call me?"

I sigh "what would you like me to call you?" I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her temper fizzle out as she works out the fact that I just countered her question with a question. "Well?"

I ask patently. Her eyebrow twitches in annoyance.

"Just call me Jenny" she snaps. I sigh.

"Fine, Jenny, are you going to explain that." I gesture toward where the box use to sit with the letter.

I watch her body tense as her head jerks up glaring at me. "I personally don't like your tone and I don't have to explain anything to a babysitter, in fact get out, this is my room and I need to get changed for work, you've already gotten in the way with the ass stunt out there." I watch as she gestures towards the door. She means when I put my jacket on her and escorted her to her room.

I looked at her sternly you want me to leave to change that's one thing, if your telling me to leave because you got a secret and don't want to tell me, that's unwise. I promise you brat. I'm no ordinary babysitter and there isn't anything I in this world I can't find out if I want too. I grab my jacket and walk out. Last expression on her face is her eyes wide with worry. She really is hiding something.

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I didn't mean to react that way when I say the box but when I moved here to restart my modeling career, I thought I hid my tracks well this time. There where forwarded letter but nothing the said they had actually found me yet. I slump on the cream-colored love seat. I turn my head a little in both directions. Nothing else seemed out of place. My mind goes back to the package. I close my eyes envisioning inside the seeing the long-stemmed roses maggots squirming all over them. I wanted to hurl. That little package I got the ear of a man with a letter that said he will never listen to your sweet words again, you belong to me.

The remember the feeling of instant nausea. No moment do I recall in my life ever feeling that sick. I could feel my breath getting heavy just remembering it. I had gone on one date and because of me that man had been killed and cut into pieces. The bile starts to rise again thinking about it I start quickly going into the restroom. Turning on the cold water I cup my hand scooping water into my mouth then spit it out. Several time I do it taking deep breaths. I wet my hand and rub the back of my neck. Would I ever be able to escape them? I sigh. A knock comes at the door and the makeup artist and wardrobe specialist enter and get to work fixing me up for the shoot.

"Thanks," I say before leaving my dressing room. I suddenly notice a change in the air as if an ominous presence is staring down at me. I look around to see Maliki's eye on me intensely. Though he keeps his distance they're sharp and intense and if he wasn't such a hard ass id say sexy.