“Care to explain, why aren't we back in the hotel room?” I ask Spencer, trying to sound a bit irritated which I'm really not. “I can see through your lie so cut it out, Brown. You like it here more than you would have liked to be back in the room.” Spencer is too confident which means he really is sure about my reaction. When did I become an open book? When did he become so good at reading me? “It still doesn't answer my question, Mr.Cruiz.” I say instead, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to match his intimidating aura.He just laughs at my face, making it look like it was obvious that I was trying to copy him. I can only roll my eyes in my defense. My eyes wander around the place. I remember adding “a night market” to my list of places I wanted to visit in Paris. I didn't know Spencer would actually pay attention to my list. Though it doesn't strike me as a traditional night market to me, it still gives off the vibe. There are a few food stalls and one or two gift stores nea
“Uhh…I'm hungry.” No. I shouldn't have said that either. It's annoying how most innocent sounding words have such nasty double meanings in English. “I mean….I mean let's eat something else.” I suggest without looking back at Spencer. He is either gonna tease me or he is gonna be frustrated with me. By the way he was watching me, I know he isn't gonna find it funny. I saw the hunger in his eyes. If I could see my own eyes, I would see hunger there as well. Probably my appetite would be larger than him. God! It's not helping. Why did I have to ruin it? We were having such a great time. What's he gonna think of me now? “Willow, wait!” Spencer calls for me. I can hear his footsteps becoming louder and louder. When did I get so far away from him? Did I freaking run away like a culprit? Great. Now I also find it sexy how my name rolls off his tongue. My mind is really a train wreck, isn't it? What did I do in my past lives to possess such a useless brain? “Yeah?” I try my best to fei
“But last night wasn't one of them.” His confession replays itself in my head like a broken recorder. My eyes desperately search for any traces of lies in his face and eyes. Even after searching for almost a minute I come out empty handed. His way of looking at me is enough to make me believe he is telling the truth. His heart skips several beats and the army of butterflies in my stomach multiplies by tenfold in mere seconds. “You…..You.” I fail to make any coherent sentences even though I have a lot in my mind right now. “Yeah. I'm telling the truth.” He decides to help me out. Thank God that he can somehow read my mind. “Oh.” I blink my eyes at him before averting my gaze at the ground. Before my mind can register what is happening, I can feel being pulled into Spencer's chest and then he turns us around. What's he doing in front of everyone? Though one part of me panics, the other part is dying with happiness. Hug him back. My conscience orders me. I try to refuse. I don't kn
“Why? Why? Why?” I want to scream on his face but I don't have the strength to do so. I know I will break down in mere seconds. Instead of saying anything to him after his revelation, I just nod my head and opt for staying silent. I was such a fool for falling for him and thinking he would reciprocate my feelings. I mean how stupid one has to be to think this way? It was just one night of fun for him, a one night stand. Nothing more and nothing less. I want to be angry. I want to yell at him. I want to cry on his shoulder. But I know I don't have the right to do any of these. “Willow.” He calls for me softly, making me snap my eyes at him. It's a shame that I have unshed tears shimmering in my eyes. “God, I'm so sorry.” His voice comes out hoarse and desperate, “I didn't mean to hurt you. It's not you. Trust me, it's about me.” I crack a mocking smile at that. “Such a classic excuse.” I wheeze out before finally letting the tears cascade down my cheeks. “Willow, I'm-” I cut him o
“What the fuck just happened?” I utter, breaking my silence. It happened so quickly that I was silent and just watched dumbfounded as the thief ran away with my phone. I can't let it happen. After getting my hopes stolen from me, I can't let a lowlife steal my phone either. With all the adrenaline pumping into my veins and all of my anger directing towards the thief, I start running behind the thief. I can still see the back of his head at the far end of the room. “Stop him! He is a thief! He stole my phone!” I yell at the top of my lungs while running after the thief.“Hey! Wait, you motherfucker!” I yell again as I try to catch up to the thief. Apparently, I'm so determined to catch the bloody thief that it doesn't even occur to me that I'm running with my heels on. What on earth? From where did I get this superpower? Did I just get blessed with the superpower of running with the heels on? I feel proud as I keep on running and maybe a little bit cocky as well. As a result, my fee
“I want to get him as much as you do but you are hurt and you need a doctor.” Spencer reasons with me, making me want to yank at his perfect hair. “Spencer, I swear to God! If you don't put me down and let me race to find that bastard, I will scream and tell people that you are kidnapping me.” I reason in my own way. He seems to consider my threat seeing I sound deadly serious. “Oh, you wouldn't do that.” He doesn't sound so sure. Good for him. I'm so angry that even I don't know what I'm capable of doing right now. “Oh, but I definitely would. That kid flashed me his middle finger. You think I will let that little bastard disrespect me like that? Let me down, Spencer. He is getting away. We need to get him! Don't waste time for no reason.” I drill him like a damn drill sergeant. When he takes his time to think it over, I yell at him again. “I have an idea.” He says, his eyes landing on someone who is standing near a food court with his bike a few feet away from him. “But there
I wasn't wrong when I thought my ankle was as good as gone. I feel like my whole body has been cut off from my ankle. I think it would be better if that happened. I would be spared from the pain my ankle is giving me. When I get bored of complaining about the pain in my ankle, I take a look around and find the kid a few feet away from me. He also got hurt but it's nowhere as severe as mine. There are little scratches on his elbows and face. Right next to him is a grumpy looking Spencer with a few scratches of his own. It's safe to say that the three of us look like we just made it alive out of a war zone. We all look tired and ready to pass out. Spencer wanted to hand the kid over to the police as soon as we caught him but my leg was killing me and Spencer and the boy were hurt too. So, we decided it would be the better decision to get us treated first. Well, Spencer wasn't too happy with this idea of mine but he will live.“Don't even think about it, kid.” Spencer warns the boy, hi
“Your husband is a beast. He is super scary.” Remy says, rubbing his wrist to soothe the bruises that are already forming on his wrists, thanks to Spencer. “He is not my husband. Why would you think that?” I reply to him instantly, struggling to sit on the bed with my legs resting. He watches me struggle so he decides to grab a pillow from the bed and put it under my injured leg. “Thanks.” I give him a little amicable laugh. “Because he was about to kill me when I disrespected you. He was so overly protective of you. Isn't it normal to think he is your husband?” He reasons, making me laugh.“He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mou