My Special Princess

Chapter 2

Sarah

There stood a man dressed in a crisp black suit, undeniably quite an attractive man. An earpiece was attached to his ear and a pair of black sunglasses covered his eyes. It was not him that took my breath away but the man behind him. While Mr. shades were ruggedly handsome, the other held a dominant model worthy s*x appeal. I wiped my wet face, remembering the horrible words I was just told. I assumed it came from the “security guards”. The gorgeous stranger was preoccupied, engaged in a conversation with a refined lady. Her cream pantsuit complimented her skin tone. A wave of jealousy flooded my body. I often found it hard to produce clothes that matched my dark complexion and here this lady matched quite well.

The security guard still faced me, waiting for me to move. I could ascertain his impatience with my lack of movement, thus turning around and speaking into his earpiece.”Send extra security, we have a defiant unresponsive woman at the building entrance.” I frowned at his description of the situation. I wanted to lash out, making him see what he was saying wasn’t true. Instead, I held my tongue and grabbed my backpack. I couldn’t get into trouble, not when my parents could be looking for me. I started walking away from the sophisticated business hub.

My only amusement was to look at the architecture and how the sun gleamed off the many glass buildings. A true dream for the poor and a reality for the rich. It reminded me of the time, my father was taking my mother and me to the bank. While I sat in the back seat, I recalled my him saying that he dreamed of working in one of these many buildings. I scoffed at the very thought at the time and still do. I was interrupted from my thoughts as a hand touched my shoulder.

“I am moving away from your precious building! So what now, huh?” I exclaimed, anger and sadness lacing my response. “While you did move away, I was not going to ask about that.” A voice different from the guard answered. I turned my head to see the very same gorgeous man I was ogling earlier. Now that I could see his face head-on, he appeared much more good-looking than I originally thought from looking at his side.

Previously, when he was conversing with the lady. He wore a smile, however looking at me his face was devoid of emotion. I had never seen blue eyes so beautiful yet so cold. It was like he was angry at something. Maybe me? I shook my head, it couldn’t be me. I did what the guard instructed. “Yes Mr. Grey suit, can I help you?” I sarcastically answered.

His lips twitched in amusement as I answered his question with another question. “My name is Xavier Stone and I do apologize for my guard’s earlier words to you. They were uncalled for. In order to make it up to you, would you please join me for an early lunch.” He asked, taking my hand a light kiss on it.

My first act was to say no. His words were a bit too sweet for my liking like he was trying extremely hard to be kind. I opened my mouth a no forming on my lips. My stomach however answered for me, with a sharp long growl. I blushed as he smirked regarding the moment. It could not be helped anymore. I could ascertain from his expensive attire that he was an important man. With the snap of a few fingers, I assumed, he could make any woman fall to their knees and any man forgets their objective with just one hard stare from those icy blue eyes.

I heard a quick cough, my mind had wandered once again. I looked at the hand outstretched, assuming it was for me. I slipped off my backpack and laid the strap on his hand. The scowl on his face made the joke all the worthwhile. I couldn’t help but giggle, the guard behind him had a quirk forming on his lips. Almost as if he was suppressing the show of emotions. The man… Xavier still appeared to be unhappy, the smile fell from my lips. For some reason, I felt guilty at making this stranger unhappy.

“I’m umm sorry, Mr. Stone. ” I mumble, tears pricked my eyelids. I always could not stand people being mad at me. My mother always hated the notion that inside I was truly a shy person. It caused me to be afraid to ask people for help since I couldn’t help but wonder if they would be mad I disturbed their time.

He said nothing, just tossed my bag carelessly to the guard who told me to move earlier and latched his hand to my small wrist. I opened my mouth to object but immediately shut it when my stomach erupted again with loud long growls. He glanced back at me and advanced his speed to the sleek black car. Allowing me to enter the car first, he got in after me. My hands ran over the expensive leather. It was so sleek and smooth. I felt dirty, sitting on such luxury, while the jeans I was wearing were from the clearance rack at Macy’s.

I took a deep breath, sitting silently was not appropriate in a situation like this. He could be a serial killer for all I know. Then again, with my appearance, I couldn’t imagine him killing me. Killers choose their victims with a little more precision and standard. I rubbed my eyes, to prevent a wave of tears to come down my face. What did it really matter if he was trying to kill me or not? I am homeless, abandoned, with no one to turn to. I sighed at the life I was living. For some reason, I could not catch a break.

I turned my attention to the window. The business district was truly beautiful. The gleam of the buildings, the hustle, and bustle of the people. The men and women who were dressed in business clothing like Xavier or the cream colored suit woman. That could have been his wife for all I know. He appeared so carefree with her. I snuck a peek at him, more so his hand to ascertain if indeed a wedding ring was attached. His fingers were bare of any jewelry, maybe he was that kind of men who didn’t wear his wedding ring. Shaking my head, what would it matter if he had no ring on his finger. It is not possible he would date me anyway. The car made a slow stop and I opened the door before Xavier or the driver could comprehend my actions. Ever since I was little I felt uncomfortable when people opened doors for. I was only good at so few things and opening doors were something I could without hassle.

I felt a hand on my upper arm, “You should have waited for James or me to open the door for you. This is the street side, what would happen if you got hit by an oncoming car.” He said. Mr. Stone, I am all but capable of opening a vehicle door by myself.” I retorted. The way he talked it was almost as if he was scolding me. We walked into the restaurant, where a host greeted him by name and took us to a table in the far corner, overlooking the street. This place was entirely too fancy. I felt out of place. The restaurant had a substantial amount of people in it. All appearing to be businessmen, women and even the few people who appeared to have a nice lunch date. One thing was in common between them: money. It was true the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

Growing up, my mother never worked and my father worked two jobs as a result of not completing college. We were poor, and my existence made it all the worse from what they said. I took money out of their pockets. However, I believe it was the father’s frivolous spending that did that. He spoke as if he a vast amount of wealth but only had very little. Also, he was a man who had too much pride and little skill, always trying to do household maintenance himself but failing miserably. Only to have to call a professional to do it. Thus, wasting more money. My thoughts were once again interrupted by the waiter. A tall thin man, that wore black and white. I hadn’t even realized that it was time to order. I hastily opened the menu, to find dishes that I had never heard of and no pictures. The few times I went out to an eatery, the menu was littered with images of the food. I scanned the menu until I saw the word pasta. What followed it, I didn't bother to read. I rambled off the dish to the waiter, taking note of it and walking away.

My eyes came in contact with Xavier’s. The clear blue eyes stared so deep I felt he was looking into my soul once more. As much as I wanted to sit here and gaze out at the fortunate people of this establishment. I had to know why I was here and what this man wanted.

“Excuse me, Mr. Stone umm… sir… I want to thank you for inviting me to lunch. It was very kind of you. However, I really want to know what I am really here for.”

“Because I want you. It’s simple as that.” He replies.