Chapter 1
Saxton Pov
I remember the first time I saw him. He was hard. His green eyes were empty and void of any emotions. So it really confused me why he did what he did for me. I’ve always been an awkward teen, mainly because I have agoraphobia. Not as bad as some but bad enough for my teen years to be hell. One day I was sick of being in the house and tired of my own thoughts. So I went down to the local vendor for a hotdog. When I stepped foot from the door my phobia kicked in. My body became sweaty. I breathed through my nose and completed one step at a time. I was determined to do this. By the time I made it to the vendor I was a nervous mess. The line wasn’t that long. There were two men in front of me. I don’t know if it was because I was sixteen and short but the men looked tall, really tall and dressed in suits and I wondered why they were at a hotdog stand. There were no big businesses around here. Only houses, parks and small bakeries. The vendor is always here because he makes a killing from the park goers. I know all this because I see it all from my window. I’ve given everyone names and occupations. I’ve been just that bored. The name I gave the vendor is Marvin. But anyway, back to the men. I couldn’t see their faces at first. I only saw their broad shoulders. When they left the vendor, I stepped up to him. His stare made me nervous. I felt like he was looking at me and judging me. One part of my mind is telling me that he doesn’t know me, but the other part is telling me that he’s out to get me for some unknown reason.
“How can I help you?” He said after I just stood there looking like an idiot.
“One hotdog please.”
I dug into my crossbody purse and pulled out my money. But stopped when he said, “I’m out of hotdogs.”
“What! But, but. I came outside for this. I haven’t been outside in two years!”
That didn’t help my case at all. He looked at me like I was a weirdo.
Before I could turn and walk away a hotdog was shoved into my hand. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. He was one of the guys that was in front of me in the line. His green eyes were the first thing that I noticed. They were empty and hollow with no emotions. His dark green suit emphasized his eyes, shoulders and the rest of his body.
My teenage mind couldn’t begin to comprehend what I was seeing at the time.
“Here you go kid.”
I gasped as his warm minty breath. I stared at him until he raised a bow. I took the hotdog from him with a “Thank you.”
He wasn’t listening, he picked up his phone with a “ this is Dominique.” At that point when he walked away, he looked like an angel, like a god. A mythical god. I fell in love. As he gets into his car I vow to find him and make him love me. He made my earth move within a single second. He and I were meant to be together. I turned to the vendor, “ What’s your name?”
“Tony.”
Hmmm. I was way off with his name.
I waved. “Nice to meet you Tony.”
When I made it back home I did some research. I was going to find him. I was so excited. He talked to me and offered me his hotdog even after he heard me say I’ve been in the house two years like a weirdo.
I jumped on my bed and grabbed my laptop. I wanted to start my search right away. I only had his first name so I gathered it would be tricky. I searched for the name Dominique in the area. Nothing. I broaden the search. So many came up that I became hopeless. Then I narrowed down my search to age, race and class.
I saw something about the mafia under one Dominique but I quickly dismissed it. My guy looked like an upstanding citizen of the community. No way would he be in the mafia. After hours and hours of searching I got nothing. But I wasn’t done yet. I had another ace up my sleeve. My father. He runs in all circles. He knows the most influential people. I flounced downstairs to my dad’s office. I knocked on the door. When I was bidded to enter I did. He and my mom were pouring over documents. My mom doesn’t care too much for me. She said I failed her as a daughter. She’s still mad because of those two stretch marks that she can’t get rid of due to the fact that I was a 9lb baby. She said she tried everything and they wouldn’t go away. And on top of that I’m not a social butterfly like she is. I’m more of a recluse because of my phobia. My dad talorates me but barely. I try my damndest to stay out of their way.
“Father, I would like to speak to you about a matter.”
“What is it, Saxton?”
“I would like for you to ask around about a guy named Dominique. I don’t have a last name but he’s tall with green eyes, dark curly hair and he looks to be around 25 and Italian maybe.”
“That’s a pretty detailed description.” His eyes narrowed into a glare.
“Well father, I was out at the hotdog stand and he dropped his wallet and I wanted to return it to him or at the very least get his number so that I could call and let him know where it is.”
“You went outside.” My mother gasped with surprise.
I bounced excitedly. “Yes, mother, but the vendor was out of hotdogs, so Mr. Dominique offered me his. He then got a phone call; in his haste he dropped his wallet.”
I bounced in place some more. As I bounced I noticed my father watching me with a lust I didn’t recognize at the time. His eyes trail from my breast to my hips then to the very center of me.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said with hooded eyes.
“Thank you father,” I said then left the room.
