Logan Masons
18
Fashion Designer

It was another long and busy day. The wind had picked up and the cold chilly wind was a relief from the hot and humid sunny day. The trees were dead. Their leaves when they fell to the ground were crunchy and brittle. The cars in the streets were roaring by. The people walking wore very little clothing. Just what was needed for respectability. Short to no sleeved shirts could be seen everywhere. Capri's to shorts were seemingly the in thing. As animals that were strays ran to and from. Everyone seeming so busy on such a hot and humid day.

The young man staring out the window looks around. He was the best of the best but he had a problem. He was being stalked by some man who claimed she loved him. Yet he's never met this man in his entire life. He was a fashion designer who was very famous. He even wore many of his own outfits and garments that he designed. He sighs and picks up the phone.

He needed a body guard. And he needed the best out of the best. Yet he knew not where to find someone like that. He sighs and puts an ad in the newspaper requesting a bodygaurd. One with the background and training of a secret agent. He just knew he needed protection…before the stalker took things to the next level.

(picture this playing when he walks into a room)

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Logan had been told by his secretary that someone applied for the ad. All he could think was thank god. He at this point didn't care if it was a male or female who was protecting him. He just knew this crazy stalker chick was beyond crazy and meant business. Worst part was...he didn't even know what she looked like. He got the hundreds of phone calls, letters and pictures that were of him, and various other creepy signs of a stalker. The letters were made up of newspaper letters and words.

He was staring out the window. He was filled with tension and his nerves had long since skyrocketed through the roof. He hears the office door open and then hears some faint talking. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the secretary buzzed over the intercom that the applicant was here. He bites his lip. Well here goes nothing he thinks to himself. Turning and looks at the person. It was a woman. Yet she seemed confident. He wasn't. He may have the looks and the street smarts but he was not in a position to defend himself.

He turns and looks at the woman. "I am Logan." he says softly. "And who might I be addressing?" he asks softly. "Please come in. Shut the door. Have a seat. And can I get you something to drink?" those statements and question came out in the voice of someone who was a nervous wreck...and he was.

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Logan had been told by his secretary that someone applied for the ad. All he could think was thank god. He at this point didn't care if it was a male or female who was protecting him. He just knew this crazy stalker chick was beyond crazy and meant business. Worst part was...he didn't even know what she looked like. He got the hundreds of phone calls, letters and pictures that were of him, and various other creepy signs of a stalker. The letters were made up of newspaper letters and words.

He was staring out the window. He was filled with tension and his nerves had long since skyrocketed through the roof. He hears the office door open and then hears some faint talking. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the secretary buzzed over the intercom that the applicant was here. He bites his lip. Well here goes nothing he thinks to himself. Turning and looks at the person. It was a woman. Yet she seemed confident. He wasn't. He may have the looks and the street smarts but he was not in a position to defend himself.

He turns and looks at the woman. "I am Logan." he says softly. "And who might I be addressing?" he asks softly. "Please come in. Shut the door. Have a seat. And can I get you something to drink?" those statements and question came out in the voice of someone who was a nervous wreck...and he was.

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Logan blinks at the overly professional smile. And her tone was more like that of one diplomats use in peace treaty meetings than this situation. He looks at her. "Me too." he says simply. "Nice to meet you Mira. I hate formalities." he nods his head. "Right. Alright. That is good though." he says. Each word he uttered was filled with his wildly running around nerves. He looks around and looks at her.

"I'm being stalked. I've never seen this woman. But she apparently has been following me around. Even to where I sleep at night. I bet even the bathroom but in any case...it is bad." he says simply. Throwing down the letters on the desk. Some were flirty but most threatening and filled with a dark and violent promise. The letters all summarized to contain one similiar detail...this chick was possessive and thought she owned him.

"And these..." he says. Tossing down photos clearly taken of a subject who had no knowledge of being photographed. He sigsh. "And then there is the endless number of phone calls. Varying from simple to life threatening tones." he says honestly. Each word was slightly hesitant. He was on edge. His nerves wildly flying around. He looks at her. "My name is Logan. I do not like being called Mr. Masons."

He looks t her. Watching her. He was traveling around and trying to get away from reality. "I am a fashion designer. The clothing I am wearing is an outfit I designed and made specifically for myself." He hesitates. "I need to know you skills. Your creditials so to speak. And basic information about you. Also are you willing to come and stay at my home in the spare bedroom?" he asks.

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Logan watches her. She had beautiful blue eyes. Yet they seemed so...serious. They lacked that full of life sparkle. They told of a woman who was all work and no play. People claimed he was all play and very little work. Which technically was true BUT he was a fashion designer. Creativity didn't grow on trees or sprout up by sitting behind a desk in an office. Not for him at least. He needed to go and be out and about in the real world.

He observed. Watched styles and fashions. Creating new ones from old ones. Combining new and old. You think of a strange combonation for fashion...you'll have on of his designer lines of clothing. Yet he made sure even those who were poor had a fair chance at owning at LEAST one of his designs. Had them work for the garment. Without pay as their payment was the garment. And he didn't take advantage of this.

When they worked it was simple things like helping clean up his house. Or even cooking a meal or two for him. He does his best to make anyone feel successful or able to own a designer brand. No matter what their wealth level is. He zones back in on Mira. "I see. Alright. Sounds good to me..." he looks at her. "...geez...thanks. I really needed to remember that this chick is crazy." he says. Half sarcasm half truthful.

Shaking his head as he looks at her. "No. I am only a social butterfly among other people. I prefer to live life to the fullest. And I rarely take on too many friends. It is hard nowadays to know who is truly your friend and who is only a friend for your wealth." he says softly. Looking out the window. "Your too tense Mira. You need to relax some before you kill over from tension."

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Logan ignores her question. "You cand do your job...without having more tension than a stiff." he mutters under his breath. And sighs a bit. This woman...she knew nothing of him. She knew not of his past...very few did...not even Sherlock Holmes would have been able to find out his past. He made sure of it. He mentally sighs. He wanted HIS life back. His normal one.

Ever since he was discovered and his fashions began making him wealthy...things went downhill. You would think that having fame, fortune, and smexy looks would be a dream come true. Wrong! It was the exact opposite for him. It was a living nightmare! One he wish he could leave yet was unable to do so as fashion designing was one of his two passions. He looks our the window. "Yes. I know. It is a feeling I have not had to feel constantly in about five years." he says honestly.

<FLASHBACK>Five years ago...he was thirteen. Hungry. Thirsty. Fighting illness and death to survive from one second to the next. Wearing an outfit he had designed. Made from scraps of material or not...it was awesome looking yet totally street at the same time. Happened that a man spotted thirteen year old Logan. Asked him questions. Promised him food and shelter. And gave him all that and more. Well...everything but love and affection.

He snapped out of his flashback when she spoke. "I see." he says simply. "........" he listens to her ground rules. Having turned around to face you. "I will do my best. I will attempt to do so." he looks at her. "........." and sighs. "I insure you...while it is tempting...I have no room for someone who thinks I'd take advantage of the arrangment and hit on her." he says icily. The temperature in the room was colder than before. "So...I will try but make no guarentees."

He fell silent again. "You didn't have to be so rude about it Mira." he whirls around. Hair flying in the air behind him only to settle in place. "I know I'm not hot but damn...even a serious chick ain't into me." he groans and rubs his temples. "I am not like most men Mira. I have my own ground rules." he turns and looks at her. Eyes vieled and unreadable. As was his expression.

"One...you are not to follow me into the bathroom. Two...you are to treat me as a person not a client. Three...you are to stop judging me based on statistics. Four....I am not like most men and would prefer you to not treat me like I am." he takes a breath. "Fi---" he is cut off when the Secretary buzzes in.
(hehe whammie of a twist coming up next part)
The secretary speaks. "Sir...Miss Yuna is here. Shall I bring her in?" the woman asks."Yes. Bring her in Molly." he says to the secretary.The secretary walks in a few moments later. Holding her hand when she walks in is a girl no older than three or four. The girl sees Logan and her face lights up. "DADDY!!!!" the young child pulls free of Molly the secretary and almost runs Mira over and jumps up and into Logans waiting arms. "Daddy." she says. Cuddling up against him.(see pic at end of post)

Logan smiles at Yuna. "Hey flower princess...whats up? You been good today?" he asks. Holding her up with the young girls butt resting on one arm. The free hand running through Yuna's hair. He looks at Mira. "This is Miss Mira. Miss Mira...this is the only girl I have or need in my life." he says. His tone sharp edged. Clearly indicating he had been very hurt and offended by her vieled accusation and blunt statement. "Yuna...this is Miss Mira. She is going to be making sure Daddy and you stay safe." he says. Kissing the little girls forehead. The girl merely say hi and gets very shy.

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(Nice twist lol)

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Logan ignores her. "You aren't the first and you won't be the last most likely." he says frigidly. His tone distant. He shakes his head. "To have to tell all your clients shows an indication...you've dealt with the scum of malekind. And as such...judge us all based on the acts of others." he says. Yuna playing with her daddies hair. And giggling as she "braids" two strands of it together.

Logan looks at her and sighs. Yet another woman who compared him to others. Jeez. He knew he wasn't good looking but did she have to throw it out at him like he was only out for the =goods...so to speak. He ignores her question at first. Speaking to his daughter...his sister had married someone in Vietnam during her stay there. Later they had died in a massacuring of the small village they lived in. Yuna had been sent with a nanny to stay with her uncle now father. She had been just an infant. He'd raised her and considered her his daughter not his niece. And as far as the law was concerned...she WAS his daughter.

"You will not be worrying about her safety. I am to worry about that. Your job is to keep me safe. So that I can keep my flower child safe."

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Logan's daughter was the ONLY female he'd encountered since his sister's death...that didn't judge him. Didn't treat him like a freak that was disgusting to behold his being. He felt the hurt vibe from her. Well too ****ing bad. She was the ONE to be going about judging. He was going to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was the ONE who proved him wrong. That there was NOT a woman who would see him as anything other than...a prize. He wanted someone to love and cherish and be loved and cherished in return. He firmly believed this was proof it was NEVER going to happen.

He sighs and speaks to Yuna in Vietnamese. And he looks at her. "You won't like the neighborhood. Rich or not...I keep only enough funds that is required to support me and Yuna. To keep food on the table and clothes on our back. I don't even have a fancy car." he looks at her acidly. "Bet you didn't see that coming now did you Miss Judgmental." he says. And holds the now sleeping Yuna in his arms. "The adress is 777 Lucky Hills Court." he says. Naming the area of town just barely above the poor side of town. He glares daggers at her.

And sighs. "You are just like everyone else. I thought...she'd be different...that maybe...I'd find a chick who wasn't into me for money. But for my stupidly romantic side." he says to himself. "This is just proof that I will NEVER have anything like my sister had...." he trails off. Clearly not realizing he was talking outloud.

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