Proxy in Command (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 12

"We arrived, sir," the chauffeur announced. He got out of the limo and opened the door for us. Derek got out first but held my hand to help me get out.

We went inside the restaurant with our glasses and got greeted by a young man at the reception desk. He gave us a bad look before talking.

"I apologize but this restaurant is a luxury one for the higher class unlike you two." He snarled.

Derek took off his glasses and glared at him. "Do you not know who I am? I am Derek fucking Hilton and I made a reservation a few hours ago!" He fumed.

"I-I apologize for s-sir. Follow me p-please," the guy stuttered.

"See love? Just use my last name and it will unlock all of your doors." Derek gave a gentle squeeze on my hand as we followed the receptionist. I swear this guy is so full of himself.

The receptionist lead us to an elevator and pressed the 3rd level button. Once the doors opened, we were greeted with a pile of rose petals that were laying on the golden floor. They lead to a white-clothed squared table with two nude parson's chairs that were facing each other. Ironically, there had been 2 candles lit on the table.

"Derek? What is this?" I whispered as we slowly made our way to the table. A piano was being played which made me focus my attention on him. A man in his 50s had been playing it.

"I wanted our first official date to be romantic. I'm going to pretend our breakfast date wasn't one," he chuckled. He helped me sit on my seat before he made his way towards his.

"I remember how you said you prefer wine over champagne so I thought why not have you try my father's famous wine. " He snapped his fingers and soon a waiter came to serve our cups.

I had to be careful not to drink as much to be able to be sober. If Derek consumes too much, it will be a problem.

We ordered our food and sat in silence for a few minutes. I thought this was the perfect time for me to get information out of him.

"I know you told me your parents died but do you have any siblings or cousins?" He randomly asked me. I took a sip of the red wine while shaking my head.

"What about you?" I asked

"I have an older brother called Damian. He's 5 years older than me which makes him 28."

Wait a minute. Slenderman said Derek was 21 but Derek is hinting he's 23.

"You're 23?" I asked to be sure.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I'm 21," I lied. I couldn't tell him I was 17, a minor. "Do you guys talk often?"

"Damian and I don't have a good relationship. When my parents died, they gave all their money to me instead of Damian. He was an alcoholic during his late teens and early 20s so they knew Damian would waste it. I was a straight-A kid who wanted to go to a good university so I was a good choice," he chuckled.

"Does he believe Slenderman killed them?"

He shook his head. " He called me insane and suggested I needed help. I think we haven't spoken in 5 years?"

"Does he know about your secret organization?" I asked with my palm under my chin. I needed to know if Damian would be a threat.

"He does but he doesn't participate in it. There's only 6 including me in the organization. Well, 7 now that you're here."

I smiled at him but in the inside I was freaking out. Slenderman had given me 5 days to murder Derek and his two associates. Turns out there's 5, scratch that, 6 people I need to kill in 3 days.