Denven turns without moving from his spot and looks around the dining hall patiently. From the corner of his eye he sees a silhouette of the same girl from his first day here at the mansion. The girl walked over to him, her hair tied in a messy bun and a thick book in her hand. She wore a satin nightgown with lace trimmed robe that fell to her knees. She caught him staring at her and raised an eyebrow at him, and rang the buzzer. A different staff member looks out and sees Denven and the girl. The staff smiled at the girl and stood patiently waiting for her orders.
"Goodevening Lady Mia, what would you like for tonight?" The staff sweetly asks, taking out a notepad from behind her pocket.
"I'll have a chicken caesar salad in a big bowl, a glass of water and a cupcake. Have it brought to the library before 12" the girl orders which the staff nods after writing it down.
Denven stood there watching Mia's every move as she walked away and disappeared as she turned to the stairway.
The staff that took Mia's order snickers at Denven and hits her notepad on Denven's shoulder making him jump.
"She's out of your league, if anything, she likes educated men with standards. Someone who's higher than you, even richer," the staff mocks Denven before entering the kitchen door.
Denven sighs and looks around. He wasn't thinking of doing anything with Mark's daughter, he was only admiring her. No offense to the girl, but she looks ordinary like any other woman on earth. Denven assumes that Mia could have Denven's bad attitude, even though they're not biologically related it's still possible that she could have his short temper.
A man clears his throat to get Denven's attention from behind. Denven turns and sees him with a tray of delicious food, taking it from his hand and about to say his thank you but was quickly slammed a door before he could utter a word.
He sighs and shrugs to himself, walking to his room and shutting it behind him. He sets the tray down on his bed and looks at the dish closer. It was braised pork with potatoes, some stack of pita bread, greek yogurt, and a bottle of water and coke. It was a bit hot for Denven to eat, so he set it aside on the nightstand to cool.
"For a couple of staff, they sure act like they are higher than me," He grumbles and stands to go to the bathroom.
Walking out, he was already dressed in his joggers and shirtless.
He eats up his dinner and opens the bottle of coke to drink. He wasn't a tad bit tired, so he grabs a tray of food and walks out the dark halls. Finding his way to the dining hall, he sets the tray on the counter by the side of the door and walks away.
He wanders around downstairs, tracing his fingers on the board games at the bookshelves then moves to another room to find a bigger living area space with a sunken floor with sofas. He walks out and is back at the foot of the stairway, he looks up at the chandelier that glistened through the moonlight.
The rays of the glass danced throughout the whole room, making it more alive than the rest of the rooms he explored. Upstairs, he was shocked to see Mia standing her back facing him. She was swaying quietly with a bowl in hand and eating. Mia then walks away slowly and disappears from Denven's sight.
Out of curiosity, Denven crept behind her, following where she was going. Reaching the top floor, two more double stairways were behind him that led to a glass dome roof. A silhouette of a girl danced and swayed underneath the moonlight.
Denven climbed the stairway and watched as Mia, her eyes shut tight and now hugging a book, danced. He looks around and sees the bowl and fork on the floor near the end of the stairway then glances over Mia who was still busy daydreaming dancing.
Mia then stops, her back facing Denven once more and quickly looks at him. She gasps in embarrassment and darts at him.
"What are you doing here at this time of hour?!" Panic in her voice, dashing down the steps and leaving the bowl.
"I got curious and followed you-" Denven tries to explain, but Mia turns with angered eyes that are then shaped into disgust.
"You really are what they say you are, poor, desperate, and a perv!" Mia spat, scuffing at Denven whilst quickly walking away from him and disappearing to another hall.
Denven couldn't catch up to her to explain himself, to let her understand he did not mean to follow her and creep her out. He sighs to himself and goes down the stairs to the ground floor and walks to his room.
Looking out the window, he sees part of the mansion and finds Mia looking out from her room. She was reading alone whilst sitting by the window, her room was dark so Denven couldn't tell what she was sitting on. He smiles and turns off the lights, looks out the window to see Mia was looking at him from afar. He waves at her and she quickly leaves from the window and shuts the curtains.
"Goodnight to you too, Ms. Twinkletoes" he chuckles to himself and slips under the blanket of the bed. Drifting off to sleep as he plays back Mia dancing under the moonlit floor.
"His name is Denven Marshalls, my new bodyguard-" Mark says introducing him to a french man who was in his late 40's."-and, Denven, this our family legal advisor, Atty. Fluer" he says, patting the old man on his shoulder, smiling widely. "We'll be in my office for a while, you can go ahead and do something of your time" Mark says, pulling Atty. Fluer to where he was going. They go through an empty hall that had windows with gargoyle angels and stop at the front of an arch door to an office. Entering it, there were floor to ceiling windows. A flower garden of every kind you could imagine was the center view of it. An office table at the center and two armchairs at the front, facing each other. Mark sat on the main chair and gestured to Atty. Fluer to sit. He reluctantly does so and was handed a folder that had a name tab that read 'Denven Marshalls'. The attorney flips open the folder to find a contract signed and a fee document that Mark had prepared for Denven. "It's good that
Pacing down the corridor of white painted walls and tiles was a orphan boy who dressed in ripped jeans and hoodie. Anxiety plastered on his face and wrinkled with deep worry.He huffs out in frustration and walks to the men's room. Splashing cold water on his tired face, he takes a glance at the mirror. His piercing blue eyes were red from sleepless nights, his bags brimmed under, and the look of stress became more permanent on him.He passes his wet cold hands on his half shaved head and goes out of the restroom. Sitting back down, the hospital intercom calls."Paging Mr. Denven Marshalls, Doctor Peter will come see you now at the general clinic. Floor 1, Room 34" The woman says, announcing it again.Denven stands up and walks through the now populated corridor. Nurses and doctors were looking at him, spying at his direction and patients and visitors whispered as he walked by."Mama, that man looks scary," A little girl says out loud, as Denven passes her and a blonde lady. Denven lo
Denver stood to his feet and was about to run, when a muffled voice yelled to him. He looks around and sees a man inside the car looking directly at him, reaching his hand out.Denven, without a thought of hesitation, sprints to help the man.People gathered around at the scene and the sound of sirens was nearing. Denven couldn't care less if the officers accused him, his mind was fixed on saving the poor man inside the car.Swinging open the driver's car, he sees the man laying on his chest flat on the dashboard. His suit was bloody and a few cuts were bleeding out rapidly. Just then, a loud thump was heard and the engine at the front was smoking.Everyone erupted in screaming and crying in panic. Denven, on the other hand, was fueled with determination. He took out the man's seatbelt and hung him on his shoulder easily.Denven hurriedly ran to safety at the next corner and put the injured man on the ground. The police arrived in time and the car exploded immediately. Everyone watche
"You don't belong here, shitface. You don't have enough money to even step foot in this resort" Officer Bucktooth spoke out, making weird noises as she laughed along with Fatty."I'm told to meet, Mark? Is he staying here?" Denven asks, that made the two stop laughing. They look at each other shocked then at Denven, and judging him of his current state."What would the owner of this resort do with someone like you?" Officer Bucktooth snarls at Denven."If we didn't know any better, you could be robbing us" She adds, rolling her eyes at Denven."Why are you still standing there? You think you're pitiful?" The fat bastard calls out to Denven who was looking annoyed at him.He walks outside with his staff and points it at Denven's direction. He chuckles menacingly at Denven who was stepping away slowly, knowing what was going to happen."You know, you have some nerve trying to come near inside. When people like you not only deserve to go back to where y'all deserve, but should learn wher
"I'm sorry, sorry.." Denven says, holding on to his laughs. Mark looks at him confused, his eyes glaring unto Denven."What's so funny?" Mark asks, his jolly self disappearing from his face. Denven felt tense, uneasy thinking how rude he was for laughing at the poor man."I'm sorry, but why do you need me as your bodyguard?" Denven smiled, trying to bring back the light atmosphere."People like me get in trouble intentionally, because of my position and ownership of the resort. I am also friends with like minded business, but you wouldn't understand that because of where you came from" Mark starts, making Denven bite his inner cheek to control himself not to talk back."At the time of the accident, someone tweaked my car to cause it to be faulty" Mark sternly says, seriousness plastered on his face."I do not have time for someone to joke about my life's protection" He glared daggers at Denven, uneasy on his seat he looked down embarrassed."People have an initial fear of someone as y
A ginger pale girl stands up and grabs her drink, then pours it down Denven's head. He only sat there quietly, trying to control his anger. The girls laughed and one by one they spilled drinks on Denven while Mark watched and smoked, laughing at the sight before him."He's totally harmless, what a fucking loser" a haired chick laughs, then whispered something to the pale ginger bitch.The ginger girl nods her head and the haired chick walks to Denven, looking innocently. Just then, the lady slaps Denven hard making him drop on the floor."For a big guy, you sure are a weakling" The haired girl sneers, laughing with the bimbos.A man enters the private room and sits beside Mark. Denven props himself up and quickly stands.He sits himself back where he fell and looked like nothing happened."Do you not have any dignity, boy?" The man asks, sipping in his cocktail and takes his hat off. The man wore a striped shirt with brown pants. He had a beard, glasses, and a hipster look."Wha
"I know you've said before that personal matters are left out the door, but with that and financial problems…" He lingers off, trying to contain his tears from leaking."I have to find another job that has a bigger salary" his voice cracks, not sure if his boss notices."I truly understand, Denven, but if you change your mind and decide to come back-" Denven looks up in disbelief at the big man who sat across from him."Beangelic Coffee will always open its arms to you, no matter the case may be" The gruffy round man smiles warmly at Denven while comfortingly pats his shoulder."I can put you in a managerial position, have you been paid twice… Please Denven" he ushers Denven, trying to have him stay."The pay would still be by hour, but instead of $2, you can be paid 4" Denven sat there, thinking if he should. But not only was he going to shoulder his mother's hospital bills, he had to pay for the apartment rent and utilities. Much to his willingness to stay, he shook his head and sig
They walk up to the car and slip onto their seats. Inside was a tinted divider that hid the driver from the passengers. Denven felt a lump in his throat, his gut telling him something was wrong. He looks over at Mark who was busy tapping on his phone, messaging someone from France. The car drives off for a few hours and Denven sees the sign to the private airport entrance that they missed. He knocked on the glass to get the driver's attention but he was being ignored."Hey! We missed the entrance, turn around!" Denven shouts, Mark looks up at the commotion happening before him.He looks around and notices in panic that they were going the wrong way."Oi, who are you?" Mark shouts, slamming his hand on the glass. The car stops in a halt in the middle of an empty road that leads to a toll gate, without a thought, Denven pulls Mark out of the car and dashes towards the bushes. From behind were a few gunshots that were being aimed at them. "Stay down!" Denven ducks down low as he can,
"His name is Denven Marshalls, my new bodyguard-" Mark says introducing him to a french man who was in his late 40's."-and, Denven, this our family legal advisor, Atty. Fluer" he says, patting the old man on his shoulder, smiling widely. "We'll be in my office for a while, you can go ahead and do something of your time" Mark says, pulling Atty. Fluer to where he was going. They go through an empty hall that had windows with gargoyle angels and stop at the front of an arch door to an office. Entering it, there were floor to ceiling windows. A flower garden of every kind you could imagine was the center view of it. An office table at the center and two armchairs at the front, facing each other. Mark sat on the main chair and gestured to Atty. Fluer to sit. He reluctantly does so and was handed a folder that had a name tab that read 'Denven Marshalls'. The attorney flips open the folder to find a contract signed and a fee document that Mark had prepared for Denven. "It's good that
Denven turns without moving from his spot and looks around the dining hall patiently. From the corner of his eye he sees a silhouette of the same girl from his first day here at the mansion. The girl walked over to him, her hair tied in a messy bun and a thick book in her hand. She wore a satin nightgown with lace trimmed robe that fell to her knees. She caught him staring at her and raised an eyebrow at him, and rang the buzzer. A different staff member looks out and sees Denven and the girl. The staff smiled at the girl and stood patiently waiting for her orders."Goodevening Lady Mia, what would you like for tonight?" The staff sweetly asks, taking out a notepad from behind her pocket."I'll have a chicken caesar salad in a big bowl, a glass of water and a cupcake. Have it brought to the library before 12" the girl orders which the staff nods after writing it down. Denven stood there watching Mia's every move as she walked away and disappeared as she turned to the stairway. The
They walk up to the car and slip onto their seats. Inside was a tinted divider that hid the driver from the passengers. Denven felt a lump in his throat, his gut telling him something was wrong. He looks over at Mark who was busy tapping on his phone, messaging someone from France. The car drives off for a few hours and Denven sees the sign to the private airport entrance that they missed. He knocked on the glass to get the driver's attention but he was being ignored."Hey! We missed the entrance, turn around!" Denven shouts, Mark looks up at the commotion happening before him.He looks around and notices in panic that they were going the wrong way."Oi, who are you?" Mark shouts, slamming his hand on the glass. The car stops in a halt in the middle of an empty road that leads to a toll gate, without a thought, Denven pulls Mark out of the car and dashes towards the bushes. From behind were a few gunshots that were being aimed at them. "Stay down!" Denven ducks down low as he can,
"I know you've said before that personal matters are left out the door, but with that and financial problems…" He lingers off, trying to contain his tears from leaking."I have to find another job that has a bigger salary" his voice cracks, not sure if his boss notices."I truly understand, Denven, but if you change your mind and decide to come back-" Denven looks up in disbelief at the big man who sat across from him."Beangelic Coffee will always open its arms to you, no matter the case may be" The gruffy round man smiles warmly at Denven while comfortingly pats his shoulder."I can put you in a managerial position, have you been paid twice… Please Denven" he ushers Denven, trying to have him stay."The pay would still be by hour, but instead of $2, you can be paid 4" Denven sat there, thinking if he should. But not only was he going to shoulder his mother's hospital bills, he had to pay for the apartment rent and utilities. Much to his willingness to stay, he shook his head and sig
A ginger pale girl stands up and grabs her drink, then pours it down Denven's head. He only sat there quietly, trying to control his anger. The girls laughed and one by one they spilled drinks on Denven while Mark watched and smoked, laughing at the sight before him."He's totally harmless, what a fucking loser" a haired chick laughs, then whispered something to the pale ginger bitch.The ginger girl nods her head and the haired chick walks to Denven, looking innocently. Just then, the lady slaps Denven hard making him drop on the floor."For a big guy, you sure are a weakling" The haired girl sneers, laughing with the bimbos.A man enters the private room and sits beside Mark. Denven props himself up and quickly stands.He sits himself back where he fell and looked like nothing happened."Do you not have any dignity, boy?" The man asks, sipping in his cocktail and takes his hat off. The man wore a striped shirt with brown pants. He had a beard, glasses, and a hipster look."Wha
"I'm sorry, sorry.." Denven says, holding on to his laughs. Mark looks at him confused, his eyes glaring unto Denven."What's so funny?" Mark asks, his jolly self disappearing from his face. Denven felt tense, uneasy thinking how rude he was for laughing at the poor man."I'm sorry, but why do you need me as your bodyguard?" Denven smiled, trying to bring back the light atmosphere."People like me get in trouble intentionally, because of my position and ownership of the resort. I am also friends with like minded business, but you wouldn't understand that because of where you came from" Mark starts, making Denven bite his inner cheek to control himself not to talk back."At the time of the accident, someone tweaked my car to cause it to be faulty" Mark sternly says, seriousness plastered on his face."I do not have time for someone to joke about my life's protection" He glared daggers at Denven, uneasy on his seat he looked down embarrassed."People have an initial fear of someone as y
"You don't belong here, shitface. You don't have enough money to even step foot in this resort" Officer Bucktooth spoke out, making weird noises as she laughed along with Fatty."I'm told to meet, Mark? Is he staying here?" Denven asks, that made the two stop laughing. They look at each other shocked then at Denven, and judging him of his current state."What would the owner of this resort do with someone like you?" Officer Bucktooth snarls at Denven."If we didn't know any better, you could be robbing us" She adds, rolling her eyes at Denven."Why are you still standing there? You think you're pitiful?" The fat bastard calls out to Denven who was looking annoyed at him.He walks outside with his staff and points it at Denven's direction. He chuckles menacingly at Denven who was stepping away slowly, knowing what was going to happen."You know, you have some nerve trying to come near inside. When people like you not only deserve to go back to where y'all deserve, but should learn wher
Denver stood to his feet and was about to run, when a muffled voice yelled to him. He looks around and sees a man inside the car looking directly at him, reaching his hand out.Denven, without a thought of hesitation, sprints to help the man.People gathered around at the scene and the sound of sirens was nearing. Denven couldn't care less if the officers accused him, his mind was fixed on saving the poor man inside the car.Swinging open the driver's car, he sees the man laying on his chest flat on the dashboard. His suit was bloody and a few cuts were bleeding out rapidly. Just then, a loud thump was heard and the engine at the front was smoking.Everyone erupted in screaming and crying in panic. Denven, on the other hand, was fueled with determination. He took out the man's seatbelt and hung him on his shoulder easily.Denven hurriedly ran to safety at the next corner and put the injured man on the ground. The police arrived in time and the car exploded immediately. Everyone watche
Pacing down the corridor of white painted walls and tiles was a orphan boy who dressed in ripped jeans and hoodie. Anxiety plastered on his face and wrinkled with deep worry.He huffs out in frustration and walks to the men's room. Splashing cold water on his tired face, he takes a glance at the mirror. His piercing blue eyes were red from sleepless nights, his bags brimmed under, and the look of stress became more permanent on him.He passes his wet cold hands on his half shaved head and goes out of the restroom. Sitting back down, the hospital intercom calls."Paging Mr. Denven Marshalls, Doctor Peter will come see you now at the general clinic. Floor 1, Room 34" The woman says, announcing it again.Denven stands up and walks through the now populated corridor. Nurses and doctors were looking at him, spying at his direction and patients and visitors whispered as he walked by."Mama, that man looks scary," A little girl says out loud, as Denven passes her and a blonde lady. Denven lo