More Than it Seems

Emily/ Jackson

 Although my leech didn't let me see my dad, I made myself known to him. When my leech tried taking me I started screaming and kicking. Voice tells me to calm down but how could I? Daddy was here! Daddy was really here! And although my screams were muffled by the beeping of the delivery trucks, I knew it was loud enough for him to hear. My leech had to tug me away when I created a scene just for the man to see me. Just so that he knew I was here. I stared him down I waved and yelled but all it seemed to do was make him disappear. He didn't notice me. He didn't hear me..... I was so loud... I had all eyes on me. There's no way he'd choose to look away. There's no way that the expression I read was fear. 

Daddy would never fear me. That man had to be my father. He has to be. He acted particular.... But I act different to because of this place. 

Times have changed after all.

"Daddy!" I yelled one last time as I was being tugged inside, "Please, please hear me! Daddy, please! I'm right here!"

He didn't turn. And at that moment as the heavy doors began to close I believed that maybe he didn't hear me. That maybe I didn't yell loud enough. But as there was barely a foot left of the door open, he turned slightly, waved his chained hands and smiled.

 I couldn't help but smile back with pure joy as I saw his lips form the words, "see you soon."

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Today is the second morning with LeVonna.  Another amazing morning with the most beautiful woman, that stood gathering her thick coils into a high messy bun. I've never seen her hair this free and unruly. I've never got to see her so at ease. 

We slept in different beds and never talked about the incident at her apartment. I knew she could tell I wanted to ask. She knew that not only did I have questions but I wanted to take action. I wanted her.... But she feared me.... Or maybe something about me... I wanted to know so bad. I wanted things to work out so bad. I've- no- we've made it this far. Why not fight for what we can soon be? 

"Jackson?"

I turned, instantly soothed by her voice, "yeah sorry. Wait just a second, Imma come down with you."

"Okay...," she stood, "are you okay?"

I laughed. I laughed too hard and she could obviously tell it was fake and forced, " I couldn't be better! "

You need your medicine......

She smiled and opened the door, " don't be so loud... People could be sleep," she grabbed her phone, "I'll just meet you down there okay?"

Your medicine! You didn't take it!

She waited for my response and I just stared. I sighed, "okay... see you there."

When the door clicked shut I raced towards my bedroom and searched through my bags, " sh*t, sh*t,sh*t,sh*t,sh*t! Where the f*ck did I put them?"

I clawed through everything with no hope. I swiped my sweat away and ran into the bathroom, quickly splashing cold water onto my face. I looked into the mirror and saw my pale paranoid face, " what now?"

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I don't know why I can't just enjoy myself. I mean just looking at this place should put me at ease but for some reason I feel the exact opposite. It's not fear... it can't be fear... I'm not afraid of Jackson. Yes he's good looking and very...... tempting, but scary he is not. Intimidating maybe. But I can't help but feel that something is off. His pink-red lips seem more obvious thanks to his paling skin. And his messy hair that he usual pulls off actually looks..... well... like a mess. And I couldn't help but notice his paranoia and anxious movements. 

This reminds me of the dressing room incident. He said it happened because of his heart but.... I can't help but think there's more too it. His heart and condition seems more severe. Especially now.

I went through my emails, trying my best not to think of Emily. I wonder how she's be-

"Hey."

I snapped around and saw the same guy from before. Room number 1 guy. He smiled softly, "sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya'."

I shook my head and chuckled, " no your fine. I should've been paying attention."

A soft ding chirped from the elevator and the doors slid open. He stepped on and pressed his hand against one, keeping the elevator open. I stood there blankly until he chuckled, " you not coming in?"

"Oh!" I scurried on, embarrassed, " sorry! I've been having a weird morning... First floor please."

The doors shut, " cool.. I'm going there too," he pressed the button and rested on the side wall as I stood firmly against the opposite wall. He took out his phone and crossed his long legs over. His black shoes glistened as the morning sun shun through the glass wall. He wore classy attire. Grey suit pants and a white collared shirt that hid his golden chain. Similar to Jackson style: simple but classy. And yet there presence were different. Jackson stood strong, bold, and powerful. His aura radiated authority despite his secret childish and goofy demeanor. And this man.... tall and lean. He seemed soft and peaceful. He looked quick and agile. And though he had a smooth demeanor about him, he also seemed smart like Jackson and powerful. He was sneaky. He was quiet while Jackson was loud. 

The short moment of silence would have never bothered me. In fact I wouldn't have mind it or even had noticed it. But as I felt his presence I couldn't help but wish the elevator to move faster.

I peeked over again at the guy as I saw him texting. I barely was his dark eyes through his long lashes and locks of curls. But since he was tall, I could see the rest of his face.He had thick brows and calm sharp eyes. His plump pink lips that stayed between a thin mustache and neatly trimmed chin hair. It made him appear foreign. 

 I've never liked facial hair until now. 

He ran his large hand through his hair and peeked up at me. He smirked as I quickly looked away. He said nothing. So I said nothing. But as the doors opened, I couldn't forget the way he eyed me. The butterflies were still there as we both got off and went towards the same direction. We entered the aroma filled room. It was wonderful in here. The highest of high ceilings were here. The art, and the people, and the chatter of conversations became unison. 

I wanted him to say something.

I turned looking up at him. He was slightly ahead of me and walked knowing exactly where to go. He must have been here before Jackson and me...

He turned, going into the dining area; I followed, eyeballing good seats to wait for Jackson.  I turned slowly leaving the man and sat down. He turned and smile, "Manny," he said, " my friends call me Manny."

I smiled, " Levonna. "

He nod, " Levonna.... you along with your name are very beautiful."

Heat rushed as I felt my heart flip into my stomach, "I-I..... um.. thank you."

He nod once more and left towards the velvet curtains where there were three men in suits. Two stood guarding the entry and one assisted him inside.

"Who.... who are you?" 

"You didn't know him?" I turned and saw Jackson. He looked at me, " was he flirting with you?"

"What, no! Jackson he was just introducing himself."

"Does he know your taken?"

"I'm taken.....?" My words trailed off as I looked at him better. Wet hair and handsome face that eyed me adoringly. He smiled and his green puppy eyes glew up with an incoming tease.

"Yes...taken."

I scoffed then chuckled then waved him away, " did we ever agree to this?" I laughed nervously, " lets just go eat."

He smiled, "fine," he handed me a small white box with a sparkling silver bow, "wanted to give you a good morning gift."

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