LITTLE NUISANCE

I turned to face Rowan. A frown slowly appeared on my face as I recognize who had called me. Though the person beside me on the bed looked like Rowan, he wasn't him, he didn't even sound like him. The manner of speech was different. He spoke like we were in the eighties.

He was Rowan's other personality.

Realizing that fact brought goosebumps to my body. He was the one I decided to refer as THE Mr Greystone. The Rowan I was used to didn't like to be called so formally by me but the one beside liked it. In fact, he always called me by my full name.

" Mr Greystone." I said before I pressed my lips together, trying to stop myself from fully insult him. After how he 'touched' me the other night when he knew I thought it was Rowan.

" I see..." A nerve wrecking smile appeared on his face. " It seems like your memory has barely started to work. " I'm Mr Greystone, the one that requested for your personal expertise.