College Senior and actress Savannah Duley meets complicated and repressed billionaire business mogul, Alexander Holt. Their on and off again relationship starts to worry her when people around her warn her that maybe Alexander's "love" might be more...
"What can I get for this evening?" The waitress asks.
"Um, I'll have the Steak Mexicana," Alexander says.
"Great choice," she says. "For you, Ma'am?"
"Fish tacos. Can I also get a side of queso?" I say.
"Of course. Anything else?" she asks.
"I'll have a beer," Alexander says, handing the waiter our menus.
"Perfect. That'll be out soon."
"I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom."
"You okay?" Alexander asks.
"Yes. I need to pee."
I get up from the table and walk to the restrooms in the far back corner. I pee, wash my hands, check my lipstick, and walk out of the bathroom. As I'm walking out, I feel an arm grab me and push me against the wall, holding me there by the throat.
"How dare you tell Alexander about me," he growls.
"What?" I squeak.
"What we have," he says, running his hand up my thigh, "It's special."
My heart is pounding in my chest and I'm looking for a way to escape his grip without risking worse from him. After a few moments of his groping, I raise my knee and kick him in the groin, which causes him to buckle over in pain. I hurry away and to the table.
"We have to leave right now," I say, picking up my coat and purse.
"What? Why?"
"Don't ask me questions. Just pay the check and let's go. We can get food somewhere else," I say.
Alexander reaches into his wallet, throws $100 down on the table, and we walk out. Once outside, he grabs my shoulders and says, "Savannah, what is wrong? Why did we walk out like that?"
I breathe deeply and say, "That man was in there. He grabbed me by the throat and held me against the wall..."
I don't finish speaking and Alexander is inside the restaurant. I watch through the front windows for a few minutes before he emerges and says, "Gone."
"Lex," I say as we walk to the car.
"Hm?"
"I'm very certain it was that man."
"What man?"
"Jim Taylor."
"No. That doesn't make sense. Why would he be in Boston?"
I shrug. "He said something very strange to me, Lex," I say as we get in the car.
"What did he say?"
"He said that he was angry I told you it was him and what he and I have together is special."
Alexander starts the car but turns to face me and says, "What the hell does that mean?"
"I have no idea. I never met the man before he started following me."
"I'll drop you off at your rehearsal and then I'll make a few calls," he says.
"No. Don't leave me."
"You won't be alone. Brady will be at your rehearsal. He already knows to be there."
As we're driving through town, I receive a text from an unknown number.
"Alexander," I say. "Look." And I show him the message.
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"What did you do?"
"I kicked him in the balls."
Alexander chuckles. "Good girl."
"What do you think he means?" I ask.
"I'm not sure, but don't worry. You won't be left alone," he says.
I watch out the window for several minutes as I think about the encounter in the restaurant, and I say, "Lex, can we just go back home? I don't want to be here anymore."
