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Authors: Ella Price

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The Vow: Dangerous Suggestions Book 1

Dangerous Suggestions

The Vow: Volume 1

Ella Price

This book is a work of fiction and does
not represent real events. Characters, names, places, and incidents
are works of the author’s imagination and do not depict any real
event, or person living or dead.

Copyright © 2014 by Ella
Price

All rights reserved

No part of this book may be reproduced,
scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic
form.

First Edition: November 2014

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Chapter 1

I sat at a local coffee shop watching
the people around me. I was, of course, sitting by myself. I always
sat by myself. I’m not trying to be a downer or anything; I liked
it this way. I was only getting a couple looks from those passing
in and out of the coffee shop. It seemed more like they were
looking through me. A guy and girl, across the patio, had most of
my attention. They were sitting close to one another, talking and
looking into one another’s eyes. It was like a scene out of one of
those sappy love movies. It was all so… normal.

Normal…that isn’t a word I really
understand. Maybe it’s because I never thought of myself as normal.
I couldn’t possibly be normal. I wasn’t like the people around me.
I didn’t understand why I wasn’t, but I knew I wasn’t. I could do
things that a human shouldn’t be able to do. At least, I didn’t
think I should be able to do these things. There was a possibility
everyone was like me, and they hid their abilities for fear of
being different.

I wasn’t entirely sure if what I could
do would be considered abilities. I guess they could be called
that, or they could be called gifts or power, or any other word
that describes something not normal. Again, I was back at my
theory. I couldn’t be normal; it just couldn’t be possible no
matter how much I wanted it to be. Then again, if normal meant
struggling through life aimlessly; then I was ok with what I
was.

I could never see myself sitting at a
table with a man, and looking deeply into his eyes. I wasn’t the
carefree giggling type, like the girl I was observing. That led me
to another thought… I wasn’t entirely sure I could even feel love.
I thought about it. I wasn’t sure if I felt anything at all. I
don’t recall a time when I was happy, sad, or angry. I was just
here. Again, I wondered if that was normal. I doubted it, but I
didn’t spend much time contemplating it.

I went back to observing the world
around me. The guy and girl left, walking hand in hand down the
sidewalk. Other people hurried by, seeming completely oblivious to
my presence. They only seemed to notice me when I wanted to be
noticed. I always thought this was one of my abilities. It wasn’t
that I was an ugly person, and people were hoping to avoid making
eye contact with me. I actually considered myself a beautiful
woman. I was tall and slim, but curvy in the right places. I had
black hair that fell to my shoulders, and I currently had dark
green highlights running through my hair. I liked the green because
I thought it accented my green eyes. At least I liked something. I
supposed that was a normal human trait. The thought made me
smile.

Another thought occurred to me. If my
good looks didn’t draw attention, I didn’t see why my clothes
didn’t draw attention. It was the middle of summer, and I was
wearing leather pants, a matching leather jacket, and boots. I
wasn’t hot, but according to the thermometer on the bank across the
street it was now ninety-five degrees outside. Temperature didn’t
affect me at all. Hot, cold, it didn’t matter. I use to dress like
everyone else for fear of standing out, but when I realized no one
paid much attention to me, I started dressing how I wanted. I liked
it better this way. I was a ghost in a way. I moved around unseen,
unless I wanted to be seen.

I sighed, suddenly tired of
contemplating. I needed more coffee now that I was done considering
the complexities of being normal. I stood, and walked back into the
coffee shop.


Can I help you?” the
disgruntled barista asked. It was the mid-afternoon shift. I’d
noticed that on many occasions the people that worked this shift
were not as happy as the people that worked in the morning, or the
evening. I was indifferent to the time of day, really, but I did
notice things like this.


A vanilla latte, please,”
I said watching her.

She basically rolled her
eyes at me, then put my order in the computer. Her reaction to me
was slightly amusing; at least she
had
a reaction to me. “That’s four
dollars and fifteen cents,” she said, looking at me
expectantly.

I looked at her and smiled. “You are
going to get it for me, aren’t you?” I asked smoothly, like I had
several times before.

Her face went slightly blank; then she
nodded. “Of course. Have a nice day,” she said softly.

I smiled and moved over to the other
side of the counter to wait for my coffee. Sometimes it was too
simple. The barista making the coffee offered me my cup, and I
accepted it with a smile. “Thank you,” I said, then went on my way.
It was always this simple. I didn’t have to argue or fight. I was
back to thinking about whether I could actually feel; did I have
emotions? If I did I never used them; perhaps that is why I thought
I didn’t have them in the first place.

I walked back outside and contemplated
sitting back down. Someone had taken my table in the few minutes I
was inside getting my coffee. I knew all I had to do was tell them
to leave, and they would, but I decided I would rather go find a
new place to stay. I bounced from hotel to hotel. I stayed in the
nicest rooms. I didn’t have to pay; I didn’t have a job anyways.
This is why I contemplated my normalcy so often. Other people
didn’t get to live for free because they are given everything they
ask for. Again, this couldn’t be normal. I knew I wasn’t normal; I
just didn’t know what else there was to be. I never met anyone like
myself. I kind of wondered if I would even know it if I did.
Perhaps I would see right through them, like everyone saw through
me. The notion intrigued me a little as I thought about
it.

I stopped in front of one of the
nicest hotels in town. I hadn’t stayed in this particular hotel
yet, so I decided to give it a try. I walked into the lobby. There
wasn’t much going on. There were people here and there doing
various things, and there were two clerks at the desk. One clerk
was standing watching the other clerk’s interaction with a
disgruntled customer.

The customer, a man in jeans and a tee
shirt, was arguing with the clerk. He was good-looking enough for
me to give him more than just a quick, uninterested look. His shirt
seemed to mold to his body, and I was pretty sure the way his shirt
fit him was one of the reasons my eyes remained on him a little
longer than usual. He had short chestnut hair, and I was sure he
had eyes to match. He was taller than me, and broad. He was an
incredibly good looking man, and I wasn’t sure why he had my
attention.


Can I help you?” the
clerk not handling the disgruntled man asked me politely, as I
approached the desk.


Yes; I would like your
nicest room,” I said, amused as I continued to listen to the man
argue.


I just need a room for
the night,” the man growled impatiently.


Your card was declined,
sir,” the clerk said impatiently.


Ma’am, the penthouse is
available. It will be fifteen hundred a night,” the clerk attending
to me said happily.

I turned my attention back to her and
smiled. “I’ll take it,” I said, trying to focus on my conversation,
and not the conversation between the other clerk and the
disgruntled man.


Will you be paying with a
credit card?” she asked looking at me expectantly.

I looked at her, and smiled. “I
already paid.”

Her face went slightly blank with
confusion as expected. “Of course, let me get your key card,” she
said.


I saw that,” the man next
to me said, sounding a little excited.

I looked at him, feigning ignorance.
His brown eyes sparkled with intelligence. It was obvious he wasn’t
just brawn; he had brains too. I was actually surprised he even
spoke to me. The clerk had obviously gotten tired of him and walked
off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, unfazed by
his questioning look.


You didn’t pay for
anything. You told her that you did, but you didn’t. You did some
kind of mind-fucking thing,” he said watching me.


I paid over the phone
before I came,” I said softly, brushing him off.


You’re lying,” he
persisted, moving closer to me.

I scowled. He was actually annoying
me. This was a somewhat new feeling for me. “I am not. Wasn’t your
card declined?”

He scoffed. “I at least attempted to
use a card. You are stealing.”


Go away, and forget you
met me,” I said looking at him.

He watched me for a minute. I was
waiting for the usual look of confusion and blankness, but it
didn’t come. “You’re trying it on me! Your left eye changes color
when you do it! It’s blue!” he said defensively as he stepped
back.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. It
wasn’t working. It always worked. I’d never had this problem. He
was claiming my eye was changing color. I didn’t know it did that;
I didn’t see how he could see it. There was something different
about this guy, and it was annoying. I didn’t like how he was
trying to interfere with my way of life. “I think you have lost
it,” I said simply, then I turned my attention back to the
clerk.

She smiled and handed me my key card.
“If there is anything else we can do, please let me
know.”


Thank you,” I said as I
accepted the keycard.


I want a room,” the man
persisted. He was cute, but he was starting to get to
me.

I glared at him. “Then get one,” I
said, turning to walk away.

He caught me by my arm, and I looked
at him, a little caught off guard. “I will tell them you are duping
them if you don’t help me,” he said quickly.

I watched him, debating what I should
do. This was a new situation for me. I had no clue why he was
confronting me like this. It was unusual; he was unusual. I decided
to let him have his way. I looked at the clerk and smiled. “Please
get him a room. His credit card went through,” I said watching
her.


Of course,” she said,
then quickly went to work making him a card.

He looked completely smug. He’d gotten
his way, and it irritated me a little. “Don’t bother me again, or
it won’t end well for you,” I threatened, then pulled my arm out of
his grasp and walked to the elevator.

My threat was completely empty. I
didn’t know how to deal with him. I wasn’t a violent person; I’d
never had to be.

I was trying to shake my encounter
with the man off. I was nineteen years old, and I’d never had to
deal with someone like that. I moved through my life like a ghost;
confrontation was unusual for me. As a child, I figured out how to
manipulate people to get my way. I couldn’t manipulate him, and
that worried me.

I stepped off the elevator into a
foyer. I slipped my keycard in the card reader at the door. It
beeped, and the door unlocked like it was supposed to. I walked
into the room. The place was incredible. It was more than a room;
it was basically an apartment. I walked to the window. The view
from up here was incredible. The bed was near the window. I smiled
as I looked out over the city. I would never get used to views like
this. It would be dark soon, and the city would light up. I loved
the night. It was my favorite time.

My thoughts drifted back to what the
man in the lobby said. He said my left eye changed color. Somehow,
I’d never noticed. Of course no one mentioned it to me. No one
would; it wasn’t something people I was able to persuade
noticed.

I walked to the bathroom and flipped
the light on. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were both green. I
tried to focus like I did when I was persuading someone. It didn’t
work; both my eyes remained green. I rolled my eyes and turned away
from the mirror. Part of me didn’t want to believe the guy. Maybe
he was making things up, but I had a feeling he wasn’t. He wouldn’t
have called me out if he didn’t see something.

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