My Captivator

Kairyn’s life was wonderful, almost perfect. Her parents adored her, she had just started college, she made a new friend right off the bat, and her research paper for psychology was almost complete. But, after accidentally engaging in a unpleasant blog, her world changes, and not for the better. As ex-CIA Agent, Samuel Turner, and his men, declare Kairyn their next victim, secret agents, Merrick Stone and his team members, Kota and Weston, are assigned to protect Kairyn and bring Samuel and his men to justice.

Becoming a CIA Operative at the age of twenty-two was the best thing that ever happened to Merrick, that is until he and his team members are assigned to a new mission that involves a certain young woman. The closer Kairyn grows to Merrick, she finds his heart is in the right, but his mind is in the wrong. Will she be able to convince Merrick that of all the mistakes he has made in his life, he can still be forgiven? Or will the trials she faces bring hatred into her own heart?


10. Chapter Nine

Chapter 9:




I lay in bed thinking of Merrick. Had it only been about a week ago that he had captured me? I knew who he was now, but I still had so much to learn about him.


Someone knocked at the door. Kayne stood there with a glass of water and a bowl of fruit. “May I come in?” He asked politely. Kayne was serious. While he did joke around quite a bit, he still held himself accountable for his team which made him seem more mature than Weston or Merrick. They were mature as well, but they weren’t the one to get yelled at if something were to go wrong with the mission.


“It’s your house.” I responded.


He walked over and set the glass and bowl of fruit on the night stand next to the bed then pulled a chair up next to me. He was quiet for a while; thoughts plastered his face and narrowed his eyes. His dark hair curled at the sides and his lips pursed. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly. “Not many people would have survived that shot.” He broke the silence.


“I wouldn’t have if not for Merrick.” I gave Merrick the credit he deserved. 


Kayne tilted his head and glanced at the far wall, then at the floor. “Tell me, Kairyn, what possessed you to call the police the night you came upon the blog?”


I hadn’t been prepared for the question. I blinked a few times. “What would you have done?” I asked him.


The left side of his mouth turned up in an amused grin. “I probably would have done the same thing.”




He blinked multiple times and narrowed his eyes once more. I may have been throwing his question back at him, but I was curious all the same. “I would have been the right thing to do.” He stated.


“Right,” I said in return, “the right thing to do.” I gave him a simple smile.


“You have surprised me and my team, Kairyn. You have been stronger than any girl I have come across in this business.” Had they come across more girls? Had Merrick liked any of them? I pushed away the foolish thoughts. I had no reason to be jealous over Merrick. What chance did I have with him anyway? Even if he did have feelings would he be able to overcome his protectiveness to be with me?


“Thank you. I appreciate the compliment.”


“You’re welcome.” A silence came and neither of us had a clue of what to say next.


“Kayne,” I finally spoke. He looked at me eyebrows lifted, “why are we not on our way to the agency? If you are to protect me and take me into protective custody, then why are we here?”


“This is a safe house, is it not? You are safe here and that is enough for us. We are figuring out details to why your,” he paused, “’pursuer’ is after you.”


“And have you found anything out?”


He thought a moment and then responded. “No, not yet. We’ll let you know as soon as possible.”


I nodded and gave him a thankful smile. “Thank you for helping me, Kayne. I’ll never be able to repay you, Law, or Merrick.”


His mouth turned up in a smile, but his eyes were almost somber. “To you I am Kota. Same goes for Weston. We are friends now. No need for formal last names.” I nodded and to my surprise his smile was real before he left the room.




My shoulder was healing slowly but surely. A month had gone by since the accident. During the healing process Merrick would come into my room and reapply the gauze every other day. I was up and walking now. I was using my shoulder but I had to be careful on how I used it. Merrick doctored my wound while we talked. Our conversations consisted of many topics: mission stories (however, he couldn’t tell a whole lot due to confidential reasons), funny things that happened during the team’s practices, and even things he loved thinking about during his down time. One of our conversations a while back was about the blog I had been on. I had to tell all I had read on the website, which wasn’t very much.


The topic me and Merrick chose today was the stars and how they could light up even the darkest of nights. It was a good mental subject change for me. The last thing I wanted to think about were the rogue agents that wanted my blood.


“What’s your favorite constellation?” Merrick asked me. His eyes were searching for an answer before I even spoke.


“Uhm, good question.” I thought aloud. “I’m going to have to say, Ursa Minor, the Little Dipper.”


“And why is that?” He raised his eyebrows. A small gleam danced in his eyes and I felt my stomach flutter.


“It holds the star Polaris. The North Star.” I smiled. “It will always lead you home . . .” My heart hurt, my dad’s advice lingered in the air.


“Your dad use to tell you that?” Merrick asked.


I nodded. “How did you know?”


“The look on your face.” Merrick was smiling yet frowning at the same time. “When you speak of your family, you get the same look.”


“I miss them.” I whispered. I studied him. The way he looked at me caused me to fidget. He knew what face I made when I thought of my family. Did he know that much about me?


The feelings that were starting to develop were nothing but a hoax. He didn’t know these things because he wanted to. He knew these things because I was his mission. It would never work out between us and I knew it wouldn’t. My head told me to forget it and find my way home, but strangely, my heart said to hold on. Was it crazy of me if I felt something for him? Did I even feel anything for him?


Merrick’s voice brought me back. “I know you do. I’m trying to work things out, but it’s better to keep you and your family separated for now.”


“Why?” I asked a bit nerved. “I don’t understand why we have to be separated. If your agency is as top notch as you put on, then shouldn’t they be able to protect us even if we are together?”


“It isn’t that Kai -”


“Then what is it?” I had gotten braver. My tone in voice was rising. “Why can’t my family be together?”


“Just trust me.” He tried to say. I interrupted him instead.


“I have been!” I yelled. “I’ve been trusting you from the start! But all that’s happened is me getting injured, and being stuck in this house!”


“It’s for your safety, Kairyn.” I could tell he was trying to remain calm. I should have stopped there, but when have I ever known when to give up?


“My safety?” I stood up from the chair I was in. “You say to trust you, and I have but have you ever thought about trusting me? Has it even crossed your mind that maybe this is a two-way street? If you really want my trust, then maybe you should try showing me that you trust me!” I calmed my tone. “Merrick . . . I haven’t even been outside since we came to this place. We talk about the stars, but I haven’t seen them for nearly a month, except but through my window. I’m not going to run, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”


“You were shot!” I jumped at his sudden outburst. He took a deep breath and grabbed my shoulders. “You nearly died because of me.”


“I’m alive because of you!” I tried to tell him. “Is that why you’ve kept me locked up? Because I was shot?”


The emotion in his eyes was unreadable. He let go of me and looked up, running a hand through his blonde hair.


“Merrick . . .” I spoke through soft words. “You have to know that was not your fault.” He closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh. “Look at me.” I ordered. He opened his eyes and they glistened as they stared into mine. “Merrick . . . if you expect me to trust you, then surely you trust yourself.”


“I trust myself; I just can’t take the risk of you getting hurt again.” His eyes were apologetic. “You’re too important to take any chances.” He said, then he left the room, leaving me narrow eyed and mouth open in shock.


I replayed his words over and over in my head. I fell to the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest. I was too important to take any chances. Did he mean I was too important to him, or was he just being considerate? I took a deep breath and did my best to relax, as I wiped away any stray tears.


I needed to take a shower and clean my shoulder. I stood from the floor and walked to my dresser. I grabbed some underclothes and brought them into the bathroom. I turned the water on and stepped into the shower not giving the cold water a second thought.  It was better for my shoulder. I washed my hair and tried my best to think of other things, but Merrick kept intruding on my thoughts. I couldn’t get over what he said to me. ‘You’re too important to take any chances’, I played it over and over in my head; even after a thirty-minute shower, the phrase continued to repeat itself.


I dried my hair and braided it to the side, and then put my clothes on. Once done in the bathroom, I walked out into my room, which was a lot bigger than the room at the other house. I had two dressers and one of them had a massive mirror on it that attached to the side and touched the floor. It reminded me of the mirror my parents had in their bathroom at home.


Home. That’s where I wanted to be right now. I hadn’t been home in over a month. In some odd way, however, I felt home here. Here. Merrick. I still felt awful for the way I had spoken to him. The stress had finally caught up to me and I took it all out on the only one who really made this place feel like home. I knew he could protect me. I never once doubted that.


I gathered myself together and decided to apologize to him. I had no idea what I would say but I knew I’d find the words when I started speaking. His room wasn’t far from mine; just down the hall, but it felt like a long walk. Each step I took seemed to quicken my heart rate by at least two beats. I could already smell his woodsy spice smell.


I came to a stop right outside his door. I peeked around the frame and saw him sitting at his desk on the computer. I pulled back around and placed my back against the wall of the hallway. What was I supposed to say? ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you’, no, ‘hey I needed to apologize for the way I spoke to you’, not that either. Why was this so hard? It was just Merrick.


I took a deep breath and chose to wing it. I curved the corner into his room and came to a quick stop. He was standing there at the door. My cheeks flushed and I blinked a few times to relieve my vertigo.


He stared down at me with his steaming blue eyes, and all I could do in return was stare back. We were but inches apart. “I . . .” I tried to speak but nothing would come out. I slapped myself inwardly trying to take myself out of his trance. “I wanted to apologize.” The words finally came out, but the courage behind them failed to show. “I mean, for complaining. I know I don’t have the right to an excuse, but my stress has finally caught up with me. Merrick I’m not use to this kind of life style. I’m used to being outside every day, going to work, and buying groceries. You know, normal people activities?” To my surprise, he smirked. “Please, say something.” I added.


“Stress has a way of catching up with all of us and I understand.”


I gave a small grin. “So, are we okay then?”


“We’re okay.” He grinned, show casing his dimples. Then, leaning up against the door frame, he stared at me again. “I actually thought about what you said.”


“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows.


He took a deep breath and then asked, “How would you like to go on a hike tonight? The guys are heading out to town to pick up some things and we’ll have a little time on our hands.”


I smiled from ear to ear. Trying hard to keep from jumping up and down like a school girl, I said, “I would love that; on one condition.”


“Oh?” Curiosity traced his face.


“We forget our argument ever happened. . .”


“I think that can be arranged.” 

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