The Celebrity and Me

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In all honesty I was actually very nervous to see Dante again. It had only been a few days but it had felt like such a long time that I couldn't contain my nerves. In a few minutes I found myself standing outside the small coffee shop. Through the window I could see Dante with his back to me. He was covered head to toe and his face was covered by a large hat. It was hard to tell if it was actually him but I assumed it was.

"Dante. I'm here," I said when I approached him.

"You're late," he mumbled. "Sit down."

I looked at my watch. I frowned. I was only three minutes late. Instead of arguing I took a seat across from him. I squirmed in my seat uncomfortably as the waitress came and asked for orders.

"Mister? Aren't you hot in all those layers?" She asked.

"Not particularly," he replied. "I just want a regular coffee."

She raised her eyebrows at his blunt response and she nodded. "What about you?"

"Same."

She smiled. "I'll be right back," she said and she left.

As soon as she was out of sight, Dante looked up at me. The intense stare he gave me sent chills down my spine. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

"The reason I called you out here was to discuss the matter of our agreement."

I bit my lip and twiddled my thumbs underneath the table. "What about it?"

"Although I don't like you very much as an individual, I like the idea of us being together for show. Besides, there's no one else I can really use to get my parents off my back."

"Use? I'm not some toy that can be used for play. If you want me to pretend for you, don't treat me like I'm your property. Because I can just as easily report this scam to the public media and..."

I didn't get to finish because in seconds he lunged across the table and grabbed me. "Do that, and I swear that'll be the end of you," he threatened. "Do anything rash like that and I'll kick your poor mother to the curb."

"I'm not scared of you. Do what you want, but I won't give in," I said and I took a deep breath.

"You're not? You should be because I can make your life a miserable hell," he said and he smiled.

"I won't be your little slave girl. This is an agreement between the two of us. You don't own me."

He let me go and sat down again. "Alright. I won't treat you like I own you. But come back. At this time..." he paused. "I do really need you."

I looked at him and his expression did look sincere. need me. I was needed by this man. I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

"Okay..."

"Fuck..." he said softly and he took off his hat.

"I don't mean to seem presumptuous but I don't think that's a good idea-"

"Oh my god!" screamed our waitress as she came out with our coffees. "It's Dante Anderson!"

The rest of the coffee shop looked over at us.

"And you!" She turned to me. "You must be Helena Peters then! I thought I recognized you! Oh my god this is so exciting!"

At the corner of my eye I saw someone with a larger camera. Was he a photographer? No he looked like some sort of media photographer.

"Run," said Dante.

I looked over at him. "What?"

"I said run!" he shouted and he grabbed my wrist. He pulled me up from my seat and thrust me out the front door and ran, pulling me behind him.

"Ouch... Dante you're hurting my wrist!" I shouted from behind.

"Shut up! We have to lose that camera man or our faces will be all over the news again. I want to make sure we avoid the press as much as possible unless it's absolutely necessary."

I frowned. "Okay I get it. But could you let go?"

He forced me around a corner into a back alley and he let me go. We waited a minute to catch our breath before we say down. The photographer passed us and continued running in the opposite direction.

"Damn you're a piece of work."

"What?! What did I do?"

He didn't respond.

"You're not going to respond huh? Well fine. I'm done for today anyways, I'm going to go back home."

"To that Daniel kid?"

My face flushed. "Wh-what?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're a dumb ass," he said and he smirked. "I changed my mind. I don't want you staying with him."

"What? But I don't have anywhere else to go? Where do you expect me to live?"

"With me."