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AFTER the flashing lights from the camera, Latton saw John’s terrified look while talking to someone on the phone. Her face paled instantly, and it was as if everything moved slower and the ambiance turned darker. There’s a gloomy air surrounding them, a feeling too familiar to her that brings back memories of when her grandpa and Catherine died, the same look of the people who heard the bad news first. She marched to John and Vivian and heard about Lucian’s accident. Hearing that, she felt a wave of relief, knowing that he is still alive. Her lips were still shaking, “I’m going with you.” she exclaimed worriedly. She was not even thinking clearly about what the press and guests would think if she suddenly disappeared. “How about the party? You need to entertain all these people.” John states while he is sweating bullets. “I’ll take care of everything. If someone asks, I’ll tell them you're drunk and went to sleep,” Lucius suggested. Victor coughed, “I can handle it. Go to the ho
“MISS, where are you going?” Lucian asked. Her hand was already on the doorknob, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Latton. My name is Latton. It seems like you don’t remember me?” She mumbles softly. Lucian stared at her then shook his head. She smiled bitterly, “Well, I’m your lover.” She explained. He laughs. “You? My lover?” He says mockingly while looking at her from head to toe. Being in the hospital for more than a week with sleepless nights worrying about him made her look unkempt and sick. She frowns. “Don’t get me wrong. You are cute, but you are not my type. I mean look at you, you look like an imp.” He smirked. “Are you one of those ladies from the club that I flirted with? This is the reason why I don’t give my name when drinking in bars. Girls will try to trap me like they won a jackpot in the lottery. Well, you are not the first one to do that,” he commented. She was dumbstruck and was taken aback momentarily. “Are you saying I followed you here, and I’m a gold digg
SHIRLEY reminded Lucian of how their relationship used to be. Pointing out that he was a timid teenager back in the day and kept apologizing after their first night together. “Do you remember that? You are so gentle. You kept apologizing because you thought you were hurting me when, in fact, you gave me the best orgasm in my life.” Shirley exclaimed seductively. “Oh god spare me the details,” Latton yelled out internally while sitting on the sofa. Shirley discreetly sneered at her but none of them spoke about each other. “I do remember that. One of the best memories, but nothing beats the first time I saw you at the Tavern. You are wearing a simple black dress and red shoes, dancing like you are in a metal band concert even if the music changes.” He recollects in glee. Shirley’s face paled, “Me in red shoes?” She mumbled. He nods merrily. Oblivious that Shirley hates the color red and that the girl in his memory is Latton. Latton smiled triumphantly. “Why don’t you wear those cl
LUCIAN was staring intently at Latton’s face, who was deeply asleep beside him naked. Her head leaned to him while her hand was gently placed on his chest. “Why can’t I remember you?” He asks himself, then gently nuzzles her head. Her brows furrowed and soon woke up. She smiled in glee seeing his face and his bewitching eyes staring at her. The sight gave hope to her, and she hugged him firmly. Both enjoyed the silence and tranquility in the air, none spoke, and they continued lying in the bed in silence. Shortly he sighed deeply, and it broke the silence in the room. She could sense his apprehension, and glanced at him anxiously, "Is there something wrong? Do you need anything?" She asks. "About what happened last night." He mumbles. She blushed, then stared at him excitedly, "What about it?" He grinned awkwardly, "Well…I do believe you are my lover, but what I'm not sure of is how important you are to me." She smiled gleefully. "Let's find out together." She replied eagerly.
THE NEXT day, Lucian was released from the hospital. Shirley insists on driving him home, but George and Alicia are as persistent as she is. Shirley had no choice but to yield to them. Before the Caldwells left the parking lot, Latton hurriedly ran to them, “Is it okay if I come with you?” She asked nicely. George and Alicia glanced at each other. George wanted to agree, but Alicia politely declined, “Maybe next time, Latton.” Latton smiled, “Understood,” she mumbled, then glanced at Lucian who was silently looking at the opposite side of the parking lot staring blankly outside, “I’ll visit soon.” She uttered painfully then waved them goodbye. She wanted to follow them, but she felt that Alicia’s protectiveness would work to her advantage. She is well aware that they don’t like Shirley around their son. Knowing that detail, she knew too well that they wouldn’t allow her to visit him. “Should we follow the Caldwell’s car, Miss Ripley?” Igor asked, his thick Russian accent making it
IN THE Altiplano prison, in Mexico. Henri was lying on the dirty floor of solitary confinement, and could barely open his left eye. His lips were chapped, swollen, bloodied, and wounded, and his whole body ached. Yet, there was a smug look on his face. He slowly sat and leaned on the wall waiting for the prison guard to give him his evening dessert of beatings. As if on cue, he heard the gates open. He prepared himself for them but, to his surprise, he was carried to the prison infirmary where his wounds were treated. He became relentless and couldn’t fathom what was happening. Paranoia got the best of him, “Are you planning to kill me now?” He yelled at the doctor. “No!” The doctor shouted, then inched close to him, “I heard a rich American paid the guards, to make sure you were safe." The doctor glanced around to make sure no one was listening, "Ten times higher than what the politician you offended pays, and that rich American paid me a million dollars to keep you here. You are a
XAVIER and Latton were singing along to the music 'Numb Little Bug by Em Behold' playing on Latton's phone that was connected to the car's stereo system. - ....Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy, but you don't wanna die... - Soon the music was cut off by the ringing of her phone. Xavier scoffed when he saw the caller ID. 'Lucian Caldwell.' Knowing Xavier's hostility towards Lucian, she hesitated about answering the call, but Xavier did it for her. Her phone is still connected to the stereo system. He heard Lucian's words as clear as day, "Why would you send me a teddy bear?" He said in exasperation. Xavier's face distorted in rage and wanted to shout at him. If he could, he would drive to where Lucian was and punch him hard in the face. "The arrogance of this cunt!" He yelled internally. "I told you I need space to think, and I want to be alone," Lucian mumbled in exhaustion. After he said those words Latton wanted to say something, but b
"WHO are you and why are you in my headquarters?" A boy hollered out while holding a baseball bat. The girl ignored him and continued looking at the drawings in the notebook. "Stop touching my stuff!" He yelled again while tromping his foot, causing the tree house to jolt. His movement caught the girl's attention, and she stared at him. Her eyes were empty, no sorrow, no emotions, just a hollowed set of brown eyes. "Did you draw this? She asks in a weak voice. He nodded, and he let go of his baseball bat and sat beside her. "Amazing." She mumbles. He smiled, "You think that's amazing. Check this one out," he said while handing her another notebook. "It's a comic. I made it. It's about a crime-solving detective like Sherlock Holmes, but mine is French. The name is Hank Devereaux, and he has a dog named Yoda." He explains enthusiastically. She smiled, and he noticed her eyes finally conveyed emotion. His heart was filled with delight. He extended his hand, "I'm Henri. What's you