Someone was watching Hana. No, not one. Three men were watching her. She quickly finished her tea, shoved her notebooks into her purse, and stood. The men didn’t move, and her shoulders sagged in relief. It must have been her overactive imagination. Her mother would tease her about having a mind too active for her age, but it was the price she had to pay for being a writer.
An upcoming writer. She wasn’t at the point she wanted to be just yet.
The coffee shop was almost empty except for the four of them and the staff on duty. Leah, an old friend, was behind the counter when Hana went to pay. Taking out money from her wallet, she pouted when her friend refused to accept it. This was one reason she hated eating here when Leah was on a shift. She never let Hana pay.
“Come on, you have to let me pay,” Hana said.
“You can pay when you become a bestseller.”
Hana’s smile faded. Her strict father considered her writing a useless hobby and was waiting for the right time to… She shook off those thoughts before they ruined her evening. She would run once she found that one book that would make her an international bestseller. But she wouldn’t go alone, she must get her mother and baby sister out of the house of that psychopath. For now, she had to endure him. All of them.
“Yeah,” Hana replied as she tucked her wallet into her bag. Leah braced her arms on the counter holding glasses of pastries. Hana was tempted to throw the money at Leah and run off. “But until that happens, you need your money. This shop needs it.”
The interior of this shop could use some renovations. Starting from the chipping paints of the wall to the tables and chairs that had been repolished too many times.
“We are fine—”
Hana looked up to see what caught her friend’s interest, and her throat dried up. It was one of those men from earlier, staring at her like he wanted to bend her over the counter and spank her. The image left bile in her mouth, a bitter taste she was used to.
Her shape and beauty got her more attention than she needed. Once, she had joined a pageantry to hasten her chances of leaving the house but had to quit when the organiser demanded to sleep with her before she could be given first place. After that, modelling was a no-go area for her.
The modelling agency wasn’t the only one with that erroneous belief that she was a pretty face and an easy lay. Book agents she had contacted in the past had been more interested in what she had between her legs than the novel she wanted to publish. So, she was doing this on her own.
One firm hand squeezed Hana’s shoulder, and she snapped out of her trip down memory lane. The familiar smell of cake, coffee, and other pastries filled her nostrils. She jumped, and the man chuckled. He was much taller than her with broad shoulders hidden in his tattered brown leather jacket, so she had to strain her neck to view him properly.
How dare he touch her? If Baba saw this, he would assume the worst of her. She took an instinctive step away from the invader, and her head lowered when he caught her staring. She wasn’t staring because she found him handsome or appealing. But because she was trying to find the best means to escape him without creating a ruckus.
The man grinned, flashing her his yellow teeth. Hana almost threw up. His breath smelt of cheap beer and weed. They must have mixed their coffee with beer because Leah’s shop didn’t sell alcohol. On instinct, she took another step away from the man. He glanced at the little space she created and covered it. Chills raced down her back.
For once, Hana wished she had listened to her mother and stayed at home today. She glanced at her friend for help, only to see she wasn’t the only person affected by his unwanted presence. He reeked of trouble, and she wanted to leave, but his friends were watching.
The man slapped two hundred-dollar bills on the counter and drawled out in a voice heavily slurred from drinking, “How much for the lady?”
“Excuse you?” Hana barked.
She was not for sale, even if her father thought so.
“For your coffee, ma’am,” he said, flashing her his tobacco-stained teeth. Hana gritted her teeth. She didn’t like coffee, and her tea and snacks hadn’t cost up to half of that amount. She was also fine without his help. “What’s a fine lady like you doing here?”
“If that will be all,” Leah spoke up for the first time since the man waltzed over to them like he owned the place. Hana sent her friend a smile of relief. “Please leave.”
He pulled out an additional hundred-dollar bill and slammed it on the countertop. “For our drinks.” He turned to Hana with a grin that made her blood run cold. She didn’t like to judge people by appearances alone, but this man looked and acted like a creep. And for your friend.” His hand reached for her jaw, but she dodged his touch. What the heck was wrong with him? Sure, she got the wrong attention, but no one was ever this touchy. “Sweet, I like ’em feisty.”
Leah banged her fists on the countertop. “Time to go.” She pointed to the door. “Out. All of you.”
After offering Leah a salute, he blew a kiss at Hana. The content of Hana’s late afternoon snack rushed up to her throat, and she breathed easier when he retraced his steps to his table. His friends were already on their feet, and they all turned to wave at Hana and Leah, who ignored them.
The ladies watched the drunken men exit the coffee shop, and only then did Hana relax a little. She needed to leave, but who was to say they weren’t out there lurking and watching her?
“I think you should wait a bit,” Leah offered like she had read Hana’s mind. Hana wasn’t willing to argue, so she nodded. “Let’s wait for Gerard.”
Gerard was Leah’s husband. They had been married for over two decades. Leah didn’t know, but some men in Hana’s books possessed Gerard’s manners and characteristics. She had watched the couple enough times to spin their romance into her books. Her phone vibrated in her purse before she could answer.
“It’s my mum,” she said, holding the phone up for Leah to see the caller. She picked up, and her mother’s voice came in immediately. The first thing she asked was for her daughter’s location, which she gave up. To avoid a lecture from her mother, she quickly added, “I’m already on my way home.”
Leah raised her brows, and Hana shrugged. Her mother allowed her to leave the house as long as it didn’t get her or her sister into trouble. But she needed to return home before her father arrived from work or whatever business meeting he was at now.
“I’m in an Uber. You will see me soon,” she said into her cell. As she said this, her forefinger jerked, and she hid her hand behind her. Hana cut the call before her mother could say more. Leah shook her head in disappointment, and she felt bad for lying. But lying was easier. “What?”
“Why did you have to lie?”
Because as much as Hana’s mum claimed to understand her, she shared the same archaic values as her father. They would marry her off to a stranger once the chance presented itself. She decided against speaking. Leah would not totally get it.
Leah believed in love, but love didn’t matter in Hana’s world. It was second to connection and wealth. Hana peeked at her wristwatch. Twenty minutes had passed. The men must be gone.
“I should go now,” she said.
“Are you sure?” Leah picked up her phone on the counter and nodded at the door. It reminded Hana of those men, but they would have gone. “Gerard should be here any second. He can drop you off at yours.”
Hana rejected the suggestion before it was completely out of the woman’s mouth. As far as Leah was concerned, Hana was the only surviving daughter of a poor single mother. She wanted to keep it that way.
“I don’t think it’s safe, Hana.”
But Hana had to refuse the offer. One, she didn’t want Leah to know her house. Two, her father wouldn’t welcome Leah. The owner of a coffee shop was beneath them.
“I’ll be late, Leah, and if I’m late, I won’t be allowed to come here anymore.”
“You’re twenty-three,” Leah cut in. Age didn’t matter to Baba except when it came to business deals. “They can’t ground you.”
“Twenty-five,” Hana corrected with a fake smile. Well, she would be twenty-five in six months, then her life would officially no longer be hers. Again, Leah wouldn’t get it. “It’s more complicated than my stories.”
The older woman stared at her for so long that she squirmed. “More complicated than your books? That’s something, since all your stories are twisty,” Leah said. A smile landed on Hana’s lips. Asides from her kid sister, Leah was the only one she allowed to read the words she bled into paper. She wasn’t ready to share her books with the world. Well, she was, but she couldn’t afford an editor or cover designer. “Give me a call when you get home, alright?”
“I will, I promise.” They hugged over the counter, and Hana slowly let go of the woman. On some days, she felt closer to Leah than she did with her mother. “Bye-bye, Leah. Send my greetings to Gerard.”
“He will hear,” Leah added.
Hana walked out of the coffee shop, and the chill January air swept her messy hair into her face. The air smelt of sweat and fumes from the cars speeding past her. She loved it. Rumbling from the distance made her look up. Lighting forked through the skies, and she grinned. Another thing she loved was the rain. So instead of ordering a cab, she started walking in the direction of her house.
A few feet down the alley she took to protect herself from the light rain, she noticed them.
The same men from the coffee shop.
Hana hurried her steps, but the men behind her seemed to do the same. From the corner of her eyes, she saw one of them slip a hand into his pocket, and her heart sank to her stomach.Her blue eyes scanned the alley for the nearest escape, but there was none. If she could get to the other end of the alley, she might get help or an Uber. Her arm shook as she tried to remove her phone from her purse.Their footsteps closed in on her. She turned to them briefly to yell, “Fuck off! Leave me alone.”They laughed but didn’t stop walking. Hana hadn’t expected them to stop, given how shaky her voice had sounded, but she had hoped that for once something would work in her favour.“We will leave you once we get a taste,” one of them said. The voice was louder above the rain. Fear tattooed a sharp line in her chest, and she almost missed a step. “What do you think about that, Arnold?”Arnold, or whoever it was, answered, “I concur.”The rain was pouring harder, making navigating in the dark or se
Someone was kissing Calvin. Not just anyone. The pretty stranger who yelled like a banshee from across the street. He only came out of the restaurant to call Diane. She was supposed to meet him here. Who was this? Why did she call him baby? Wait, what if Diane had sent her to him? No, she wouldn’t. It didn’t make any sense. The strange girl moaned against his lips. She was too loud, too eager. Her reactions felt scripted because he wasn’t kissing her back. Was she okay? Calvin knew he had to end this if he needed answers and also avoid possible issues with Diane, but the girl only wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her embrace like they were lovers catching up. She was wet to the bones, but she smelt nice, and he almost forgot that he should be putting an end to this. Thinking of Diane gave him the courage to peel her off him. His lips were poised to reprimand her, but she shook her head. “Please, play along.” Damn. She sounded like an angel. And Calvin wanted to make
Getting Angel into the car was easy. The hardest part was getting her to reply to Calvin with more than one-word answers. His angel had not spoken to him since his driver came around to pick them up. Calvin wanted to hear her voice again. “How old are you?” he asked. No reply. His angel curled against the window, and her arms wrapped around herself. Tapping on a button by his side, a black screen rolled up to provide them some privacy from the driver. The silence was starting to get to him. Calvin was a loud man like the rest of his siblings. He loved noise, music, and talking. As a businessman, he knew how to work the crowd in his favour, but this woman was difficult. “What’s your favourite colour?” Nothing. “What’s your favourite food?” Her head snapped to him. Unmasked anger burned beneath her gaze. “Can you stop?” she croaked out. She shivered violently, and her whole body shook. He wished he could do more for her than offering an oversized jacket, but the only option was t
Kyle. Hana rolled the name on her tongue, and a small smile lifted the corners of her lips. She liked the name. She liked the owner of the name. And maybe she even liked this place. If he let her, she would jump over the long couch, watching as the city slept. “Thanks, Kyle.” Kyle’s grey eyes blazed with something intense, and Hana tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. If she had to hazard a guess, she would say his mind was straying to indecent places. But in his case, the thought didn’t disgust her. The only thing that mildly nauseated her was his familiarity with the hotel receptionist and his flimsy excuse afterward. If the young man wanted to sleep around, that was his business, but lying to her would do nobody any good. Someone like him would never lack female attention. “Um, so… you were going to show me to the room.” “Right.” Kyle laughed. They continued to the main bedroom, and a small gasp left her lips when they entered. The curtains
“What?” sputtered out of Hana’s lips. “If you lie, I’ll kiss you. So, don’t lie.” Hana’s heart skipped a beat. She backed away from Kyle until her back hit the sink. Kyle’s grin only widened. He took slow steps towards her until he was right in front of her. This chase was different. Her body welcomed it. A part of her wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by him. To be kissed willingly, not due to a situation. “How will you know if I’m lying?” she asked. His eyes lowered to her hands, and she balled them into fists. Hana hated lying because her hands were a giveaway. His hands came on either side of the sink, trapping her between his body and the cool surface behind her. The truth was that she liked this position very much. His eyes were greyer up close, his lips poutier, and she almost gave in to the urge to kiss this man. “I’ll know,” Kyle whispered. “I have my ways.” Hana didn’t doubt this sexy man for a second. If seductio
Hana had fast learned that lying was a terrible idea with Kyle. She didn’t know how he found out her tell-tale, but she couldn’t deny the butterflies that exploded in her stomach each time he kissed her. She had agreed for him to stay in the room with her, but the tension was palpable. It also didn’t help that she wasn’t feeling sleepy. Kyle pointed at the flat TV on the cream wall. He had been silent for longer than she thought possible. While she sat, he stood. “Do you want to see a movie? Anything?” “No, thanks.” Running a hand over her dress, she replied, “This is fine. Thanks.” “Are you sure you’re not hungry?” Kyle asked. He had asked more than once, and she had given him the same answer. He backed away from the door to sit on a chair further from the bed. Hana didn’t like the distance between them, but it helped to keep her thoughts clean. “Even a bite?” “You can get something if you’re hungry.” The words were hardly out in the
The room was deathly still, same with the two occupants on the bed. Calvin had not moved an inch since he switched off the lights, and Angel rolled off to the other side. It was past midnight, and the rain had only worsened. He couldn’t sleep. How could he with an angel in his bed? Angel was stiff, but her light snores told him she was asleep. Calvin wanted to hug and kiss her. Even in her sleep, she wasn’t completely relaxed. What could she have experienced that made her so standoffish? Was it the incident with those bastards? That alone was enough to make anyone wary, but he suspected there was more to Angel’s behaviour. She was guarded. And he wanted to be let in. To take away her pain, and that alone made him worry for himself. He wasn’t the type to get attached to anyone. His sister would tease the hell out of him if she knew he had a crush. Diane Ross wasn’t permanent. A fuck buddy who had forced her way into a less temporary position. S
Hana’s heart galloped like a crazed horse. Kyle was staring at her like he wanted to devour her. The longer he stared at her, the less she thought about her mother. She wet her lips. He was kidding about the kiss, but she wasn’t joking about her reply. Kissing him made her forget about life. She wanted to live in the moment with this man. She touched the pendant peeking from his collar when he didn’t move or act on his joke. “What’s this, Kyle?” Kyle broke out of his trance. His eyes lowered to her object of interest, and he took it off. He moved to a kneeling position, and Hana sat up because it didn’t feel right lying down when he wasn’t. She was shy, confused, and shocked as he hooked the necklace around her neck. Her fingertips brushed the heart pendant with a green gem in its centre. There were initials engraved into the silver pendant. She couldn’t read the letter, didn’t want to because her attention was only on Kyle.&nb