"Prepare the car."
Waylen got up a bit startled. "Are we going out?" He asked Dylan.
Dylan shook his head. "No, I want to take a picture."
Waylen scratched the back of his head foolishly as he watched Dylan's retreating back.
When Dylan entered the door, he bumped into Ciara, or rather, she bumped into him, but she had no idea how well-built his body was so she bumped into him with a little more force than she intended and she ended up hurting her nose.
"Owww," she cried rubbing it. It was really too painful, but luckily, her nose was not bleeding.
Dylan's face darkened instead. He knew she did it on purpose! The girl would not just stop with her motives and he was really getting annoyed.
When the pain eased, she peered up at him seeing he was wearing a blue polo and black pants.
"Are you going out?"
He just gave her a hard stare and walked past her without even apologizing for hitting her. She planned it anyway.
He walked to the hanger, grabbed his coat and walked out. It was still colder than usual even if the rain stopped.
Ciara stared at him getting into the car Waylen opened and when he drove off, she shook her head merrily.
'Playing hard to get, huh?' She smiled then breathed in deeply, his scent was at the top of her nose. Hopefully, just a matter of time before she could bury her head in his skin and sniff him all she wanted.
"Are we going to..." Waylen paused realizing he didn't know where they were going.
"Just stop at her company." The shooting scene was close to her company and since they were involved - some of their actors were featuring in the film - he felt he had every right to park there. He was not going to waste his time looking for a parking space when there was a free one waiting.
"Want to stop anywhere else?" Waylen's voice had a tone of mischief and Dylan narrowed his eyes at him.
"Where?" He asked.
"You want to buy anything for Miss Beauty?" He wiggled his brows and Dylan instantly knew whom he was talking about.
"Shut up." Dylan scowled and Waylen chuckled.
After a traffic light, Dylan felt like his clothes were being ripped apart by the intensity of someone's eyes on him, when he looked at Waylen in the mirror, he just pointed outside.
Dylan squinted at him suspiciously before he looked, he noticed they were actually passing by a flower shop.
"Quit it." He snapped.
But he could not get himself to look away, the flowers were really attractive, roses, ma... He forced himself to look away when he heard Waylen chuckling again.
He could not believe he wanted to buy flowers, not for her... maybe, the idea was just so absurd. And for someone like her, that was the last thing he was going to do. When had they even gotten a chance to talk properly?
The drive took about 2 hours and when they entered the parking lot, Waylen's attention was drawn.
"Boss," Dylan looked up at him. "Looks like Miss Damsel is in distress." At that, Dylan made up his mind not to look, Waylen must be kidding him, her in distress? That was probably the last scene he would see. When Waylen noticed the man was not looking interested, he stopped talking and started to drive as slowly as he could, he didn't know why, but he guessed maybe because, she didn't seem like she needed the noise.
Not interested at all, he heard her still being tough.
Still being tough? He thought Waylen was kidding so how was he so sure she was in distress? He scolded himself inwardly before eavesdropping.
"Just go, Anthony, it must be important, I can drive myself."
Anthony frowned. "I'm sure he would want me to take you home first, I'll just tell him you're not feeling well." He said as he wanted to dial Ray. The man had sent him a message telling him to meet him Immediately, but she stopped him as she pushed herself up, he had made her lean on him.
"He'll just get worried. I'm sure it's important since he wants to see you, I'll be fine."
Dylan's brows flew up in surprise. He thought she was mean and spoilt and all the other bad things, he had even labeled her a Devil, so how could she say such words? But, he shrugged, could a leopard change its spots? She might not really be sick or she had something up her sleeve. He pointed to where he wanted Waylen to park, it was a bit close to her, though he never did, that was Waylen's job.
"I'm your Boss. You do what I tell you to do. And you options are nil. I know I'm clear." Her tone was authoritative and mighty and Anthony was forced to lower his head reflexively.
"Sorry, ma'am."
"Now get lost." She said, but Anthony dared to lift his head slightly.
"Not until you assure me you'll be fine." At that, her eyes narrowed, but she still nodded and Dylan watched him leave.
"She has a way with words." Waylen said looking bewitched. He was seeing her in a new light of respect. But he jerked forward involuntary when she pulled a kerchief from her lips and there was blood on it. Dylan's eyes narrowed.
They watched her get into the car and lean on the wheel. After a while, her shoulders started shaking. Was the girl crying? But she brought the kerchief to her lips again and when she removed it, blood trickled down before the fluffy thing absorbed it.
Dylan put a hand to his forehead.
The girl was his Dad's friend's daughter, it would be inhumane if he just left her there by herself. He was not sure she would accept help, but he sighed deeply.
"Drive her home." He ordered Waylen and the guy's eyes popped.
"Are you being serious?" He asked wanting to be sure he heard the correct thing. He didn't care when he told her she was in distress and now he wanted him to drive her home. The man was something else.
"Just go." Dylan pinched between his brows, a headache was brooding.
He saw Waylen approach her car and knock on the window, she looked up and squinted her eyes before the glass slid down.
"Can I help you?" He read her lips. She had managed to make herself look stronger.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Waylen asked instead and Dylan felt like sinking in his seat and putting his head in between his legs. The guy was so stupid that he did not know that if he used 'help' she might refuse. He didn't sink in his seat, just wanted to see her reaction.
"Help me." She echoed looking amused, but she said it with distate.
"Okay, ma'am that's not the word, just let me." Waylen said. And Dylan refrained from the thought of dealing with him, at least, he still had that coil of sense in him.
"I don't want to be of any inconvenience." She said without haste and Dylan felt like mocking himself when he expected a 'thank you' at the end.
Waylen leaned against the window. "Fine then, take is as 50-50." He said and her eyes narrowed. Dylan wondered what his part of 50 was going to be.
"What's your gain?" She asked. They seemed to have the same thoughts.
"I drive you home and you help me." He stated and Jasmine's eyes seemed to smile, but her words were not smiling.
"And why should I help someone I don't know?" She asked tilting her head.
Waylen slightly looked over his shoulder before he whispered, "Oh, you will if you meet my Devilish Boss." Dylan's eyes snapped fully open. Who was he calling Devilish? He just wait, the thought of dealing with him crossed his mind again.
"If you have a Boss," Jasmine reasoned. "He must have sent you to do this so why do you call him that?" For once, Dylan felt he could agree with her.
But Waylen almost rolled his eyes. "Because, my Boss's Boss won't be happy if he learns we left you in this condition all by yourself, he knows you very well." Dylan glared at him again. Was he implying it was all eye-service? It looked like he was hell-bent on making him look bad. But why should he care? He shrugged again.
Jasmine raised a brow in question and Waylen raised his in answer. Closing the window, she pressed back the steering wheel and when it disappeared completely, it appeared at the other side. It was a bit surprising she agreed, but Dylan was relieved.
The windows were closed, but Dylan could make out her words as his eyes zeroed on her lips, he managed to catch 'coffee'. His eyes went to Waylen immediately and he saw him shining his teeth. He sent him to drive her home and he accepted her offer of coffee? What a nerve!
When they got past him, he saw her turn her head and her eyes locked with his, but she turned her head almost instantly, she knew he sent him.
After watching the disappeared car, he started his, he was not interested in watching the shoot anymore.
Did God bring him here to help her? Thinking of that, he looked up at the sky and shook his head at the big man.