Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month August
North Dakota
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It’s been two weeks since the break-in at Jared’s mansion, and since then, everything has been hell. When it happened, Jared knew it exactly, he just chose not to do anything about it because he wanted to test the man that I was calling for. Louis passed his text excellently. I thought it was kind of stupid, if I’m being honest, because if I’m one of Jared’s special edition’s, then maybe I should have had more than one guard beside me. Even though I argued about it with Louis. When I brought that up with Jared, he just smiled, and with one motion of his finger, I’ve had six guards behind me ever since then. Louis happens to be the boss of all of them and he controls what they do, because he is my highest guard. Who knew? Even the highest authority’s highest guard would be the boss of someone.

“Do you want to order your breakfast for the day?” Neil asked me. He is one of my guards, and because I almost got taken, I’ve been locked in my room so that nothing else like that would happen. It’s miserable, but in a world like this, everything is miserable.

“No, Neil,” I told him. His name was coincidentally very close to Niall’s, and sometimes he reminded me of Niall, but I chose to set aside the memories of that blonde man and made the decision to try not to make any memories anymore. It’s worked so far. I buried my body further into my mattress and sighed, wanting to cry―wanting to just let out everything that I have bottled up for two weeks. Although two weeks is a lot of time to think when you’re just trapped in your room, doing nothing, and I have made a lot of decisions. One of those decisions happens to be not to feel anymore. I won’t cry anymore, no matter how much it hurts or how damned I feel.

“Hey, Parson. Would you like some breakfast?” I sighed when Joseph, another one of my guard’s, walked in and asked me the same question that Neil did. “No, I don’t want any breakfast,” I muttered, annoyed. By that time, Joseph left and I was all alone in my room. Even I knew that it wouldn’t last, but it’s six in the morning and I need a few more hours of sleep. Because I know that as soon as the clock on the nightstand hits eight, Louis would bust my ass for not getting out of bed at six, and then he would drag me out of my bed like he did the last time I argued with him when I didn’t want to get out of bed.

Not even five minutes passed by, and I was already drifting back to sleep. Then I heard my door open and my eyes shot wide, my blood boiling only because I wanted to sleep.

“Miss Upton,” it was Briar, “Would you like some breakfast to start your day?” You have got to be fucking kidding me. “No!” I screamed, sitting up and throwing a pillow at him, hitting him right in the face and making him take a step back. “I would not like any breakfast! If another fucking person asks me about breakfast, I am going to go crazy! Now leave me the fuck alone so that I can sleep!” After I was finished yelling, he rolled his eyes and walked out of my bedroom, locking the door shut. “Fuck,” I grunted, slamming my body back down on my bed.

“It’s hard work, yeah?” when Louis spoke beside me a chill ran down my spine and I sat back up. I looked over at him to see that he was sitting in the chair beside my nightstand, but he had moved it to where it was facing my bed.

“How long have you been sitting there?” I asked, running my hand through my hair. I thought that I was alone all of this time.

“Since four,” he said, and he started tapping the gun on his belt and smiled at me, “You’re obviously not a morning person.”

“Obviously,” I bit, closing my eyes and rubbing them as I yawned. When I opened my eyes, he was still looking at me and I frowned, “Were you watching me sleep?”

He stood up and I noticed that he was holding a beer bottle in his right hand. Really? He walked over to my closet and opened it, pulling out a small red dress that I didn’t approve of. He began to study it, and he set his bottle on the dresser by the closet, pulling out another dress that was black instead of red. They both had a sweetheart neckline, and they both had long laced sleeves and lace coverslips. The best thing about them was that they weren’t long, and they weren’t practically just a slip of clothing. They were actual dresses.

“The red one,” Louis said, pressing it against his chest and turning towards me.

I placed my finger on my chin and smiled, “I don’t think that one is your style. Try the yellow one in the back of the closet.”

“Smart ass,” he sneered, and I bursted into a fit of giggles, “As I was saying, I think that you should wear the red one.” When I gave him a questioning look as to why I had to put on a dress, he said, “Ed and I are taking you to get your haircut in a few hours, and then we’re going to a dinner party. Although the thing is… Jared’s brother is coming.”

“And?” I asked, making him throw the dress at me and sit back down in the chair beside my bed, taking a sip of his beer.

“And Jared invited a bunch of people, so when I say dinner party, I really mean dinner party. Jared knows millions of people, and when he invites them to such shindigs, they have to come because they know their consequences if they don’t. Another thing is, Keko is coming, and a lot of her friends are coming too,” he stopped for a moment and took another swig of his beer, “and he’s also inviting that joke of a Styles. Even though one of his prick men tried to fucking take you and fuck you in his main corridor, Jared’s still going to invite him to his biggest party of the year. I tried to convince him to leave him be and reconsider his invitation for Styles, but he just shook his head and gave me the whole, I am a businessman, Louis. He’s the fucking one who said that he wasn’t going to sell you at the next auction because he doesn’t want Harry Styles to fucking buy you or see you, but he’s going to make you the second star of the night while Styles is ceaselessly roaming the goddamn halls of his house!” I was speechless; I honestly did not know what to say.

“S-So… this party is tonight?” I asked, running my hand through my hair again as Louis intensely studied my movements.

“Yes, it’s tonight, and Jared wants you to look your best,” he stood up and tossed his beer bottle by the door, shattering it and grabbing the red dress from my hand, “So fuck this red dress!” he screamed before tossing it in the closet and slamming the door shut. “Jared was so damned close to being at the top and not losing his fucking mind, but one blonde and a nonchalant, narcissistic fucking slave owner had to ruin it all!” he then unlocked my door with a key and stormed out of my room, slamming the door shut behind him.

I can tell already, this party is not going to go so well.

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“No,” I snapped, crossing my arms, “You are not chopping my hair off. It took me so long to grow my hair out this length, and I am not cutting it.”

Louis grabbed my arm and slammed me down in the hairstylist’s chair, demanding her to cut my hair shoulder-length. She went to put an apron around my neck so that hair wouldn’t fall onto my clothes, but I smacked her hands away and she looked at Louis, terrified.

“Parson, you are testing my fucking patience,” he said, gripping the bridge of his nose with one hand and rubbing his temple with the other.

“Am I not always?” I mocked, shaking my head and pulling my long hair over my shoulder. All of a sudden, Louis grabbed a pair of scissors and walked over to me. “What are you doing?” He gathered all of my hair in one hand and before I could stop him, he took the scissors and cut right through my hair, cutting practically all of it off.

“There,” he looked at the hairstylist and I stared forward, completely shocked, “Fucking fix her hair and make it look right. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” she stammered before soaking my hair in water and cutting it the right length. Just as she started clipping the scissors, Louis walked out of the building and growled before he kicked open the door. Ten minutes later, the woman was done cutting my hair and I was just too afraid to look in the mirror. “Come on. Just look. Trust me, it looks better than it did before,” she said, clapping her hands as she jumped, obviously proud of what she had done. For her benefit, and so that she would shut the hell up and settle down, I turned and looked in the full mirror in front of me. The sad part was, that she was right. It looked so much better than what it did before, and I blushed majorly when Louis walked back into the building and smiled at my reflection. I blushed again and turned away from the mirror, looking at Louis.

“Well, you look amazing. Who knew that me chopping your hair off would make you look fucking sexy?” he chuckled when I swatted at his arm and he put his hands up in defense, like he always does when I scowl at him or when I scold him. “Thank you, Kimberly,” Louis said to the woman before guiding me out of the building. “Listen, the plan is, we’re going to go back to the house, but instead of the third, we’re going on the fourth flour. Celia, Jared’s wife, is in charge of all of the beauty and what the special editions look like. The thing is, you’re going to be the only special edition at the party, so Celia is going to work extra hard on you.”

“Why do I have to be in this party again?” I asked and he chuckled angrily.

“Well, princess, Jared thinks that you are very beautiful, and that the men around you would want to pay a pretty penny to fuck you,” he said and my mouth dropped, making me swallow hard and tears burn the brims of my eyes. “But listen, Parson,” he stepped in front of me before we walked in front of the mansion, “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I kind of promised you that while you were sleeping.” he smiled sheepishly and I pushed his arm and grinned.

“Well at least I know now that I can be safe, from all those gross assholes at the party tonight,” I said, hugging myself with my arms.

Louis stayed there for a moment and he squinted his eyes, “I feel like I just fucking met you, but I’ve known you for almost a month…” he trailed off and I arched an eyebrow, “And I still want to kiss you like hell.”

I swallowed hard again before he let out a breath and pointed towards the mansion, walking ahead of me as I slowly smiled to myself.

Notes

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