I let out an exhale. Whichever it is, this will turn out to be heavily interesting. Satisfiably so. * I can smell it. My brows narrows as my nose catches on a pungent scent the moment I got out of my car. Since the moment the car door was open for me and I stepped out, the acrid smell of somet
- HAZEL - According to Asami, I can’t show him any wounds. Not the ones on my shoulder, but for my hand, any lady can have a kitchen accident. Which is quite ironic considering I haven’t entered a kitchen and I can’t cook. I roll my eyes, taking a deep breath. I might as well just lie that I sur
- KILLIAN - “Well don’t you look adorable?” Killian says, pulling me in for a hug. On a casual day, I’d push him away because we’re in public but for once, I actually need this hug. I’ve been craving it desperately for a while. It’s so nice to feel his skin pressed against mine. I clutch my arms
- KILLIAN - That is no sore derived from cooking. I don’t need to look at it to know. I’ve cooked all my life since I was a child and I’ve gotten a lot of wounds in my life time to know what bandages are best suited for certain injuries. I also pay much attention to detail, so I know Hazel is not
- HAZEL - Wearing this jacket really paid off. It managed to hide the bandaged sore on my shoulders from Killian. I can only assume Asami is watching me so I have to be careful despite Killian and I being somewhere in the outskirts of the city. I am tempted to submit to the urge begging me to
“Please be seated and make yourself comfortable, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.” I drop my purse first on the seat before sitting. The waiter waits for me to get comfortable on my seat. It’s a cushion table for four. Certainly more comfortable too and with how high these seats a
- KILLIAN - Orion called out to me. Something wrong happened to my car. I’m obviously no mechanic so I already called one and also phoned another of my men to come with a working car. Every vehicle I own is nearly brand new and working effectively so this news was a shocker. It had me occupied w
“Owen.” I say to him, greeting. A fake grin forms on my face while I call his name. He’s grinning too, as usual. My smile drops when I glance at Asami. “You.” I say. Her scoff, although subtle was well heard by me when I referred to her that way. I return my attention to Owen. “To what do I owe the