The soft hue light shone on Marco's face as his eyes squinted on the laptop's screen and his fingers clacked away on the keys. A small groan made his attention divert from his work to the left, he switched on his flash light, directing the light rays on the cause of the sound. The way her lips curled up into a beautiful smile made him smile. He sighed, as his gaze moved from her pretty face to her body that was clothed with his yellow top that stopped above her knee. It would have been hard for him to control his s*xual urge if her butt was facing his side.He was about to turn when Patricia shouted. “ Dad!” Marco stood up in alarm, the chair stumbled backwards and fell. Marco knelt in front of her, dropping the torch on the nightstand beside the bed. “ Dad...” She called again this time with a teary voice. She grunted and groaned with her face scrunching and turning with her eyes tightly shut.“ Oh God, should I wake her up ?” Marco placed his hand on her arm, staring at her face.
Carefully and slowly, Patricia placed her hand on Marco's hand that was resting on her breast. She inhaled and raised the hand and dropped it behind her. Patricia sighed and sat up, her body was resting on the headboard. Her eyes darted to the sleeping man that makes her feel a whole lot of things. Her fingers gently swept his hair on his face, and her lips quirked into a beautiful smile. To her, she has seen the morning sun even though the curtains were closed.“ I find it hard to believe I'm in love with a human being but I don't know why the case does not apply to you. Why do I feel like being with you feels right ? Why do I feel my heart beating whenever you speak ? Why do feel like I love you ? Those questions rang in my head when I doubted our love. That's funny, ” Patricia chuckled and threw her head back, her finger were drawing circles on his forehead. “ I said our love that means I have finally come in terms that we are engaged. I would have run away, if you were not pretty
Their hands clasped together as it swinged forth and back while Marco and Patricia stepped out of the park, three shopping bags in Marco's other hand. “ I'm hungry.” Patricia said as she sighted the barbecue stall just opposite where they stand. “ It is getting late, we should go home.” Marco said, fiddling with his car keys.Patricia looked at the orange sky that was as a result of the sun setting. “ We still have time, it is just evening.”He placed the bags on the back seat of the car, and turned to the female that held the sleeve of his shirt, batting her wormy lashes and her bottom lip was jutted out. Marco scrunched his nose and laughed. “ Please...” She said in a sugary voice, that made a deep croak sound at the back of his throat.“ Fine!” He spat out. “ But we are not eating there.”“ Thank you.” She smiled giddily, she grabbed his hand without warning and began to drag him to the stall. A huff from him and two beep sound came from him as his finger pressed the locked button
Marco peeked through his left eye, staring at Patricia who is unusual quiet as she set her eyes at the tall trees that moved fast as the car drove by. “ Hey you are alright ?” Both his two eyes focused back of the road that looks ghostly, there were no vehicles on the road except theirs. “ It's night, lonely and the sound I am hearing is from the engine.” Patricia released a loud sigh, her eyes were still strained on the trees.“ Well...it's clearly your fault.”Finally, her eyes snapped to him. “ My fault ?” Her voice screeched, and her eyes narrowed. “ You wanted to play with the kids even when I told you it is late. So whose fault is it ?” “ They looked like someone who need some aunt's love, so I decided to give them. What's wrong in that ?”“ Everything is wrong with that, look at your body!”Patricia pursed her lips, and stared at her dirty hands. Sands gluing to her black shirt and white canvas already brown. “ Well the most important thing is that I had fun, nothing else ma
Patricia rolled out of Marco's arms, and sat up on the bed. Her feet slipped into the white fluffy bunny shaped slippers, she glanced at Marco who is still sleeping peacefully. She sighed, and stood up. Patricia grabbed the pepper spray that was on the nightstand, and she made her way to the door. Her hand on the door, her neck twisted to peek at Marco. Her fiance was still sound asleep. Phew!Patricia rolled her lips inside, her hands pressed the door knob gently. . . another glance at her sleeping fiance, she turned back to pull the door open slowly. . . The keys jingled, her hands quickly held the keys and removed the bunch of keys that was inserted in the key hole by just one key. . . Her eyes glanced again, this time Marco's body was laying flat on the bed, limbs spread out in a fashion disorderly manner.Relief! Patricia bent down lowly, dropping the keys steadily on the tiled floor. She pulled the door opened, her knees were on the floor and hand. “ Patricia.” Every bones
“ I think I'm having a change of mind.” Said Patricia, as her eyes darted from the moving line of the people to the well-muscled bouncer who is checking IDs.“ Me too.” Lydia shivered, rubbing her hands on her arms as the cool night breeze greeted her skin. “ Then let's go home...” Patricia was about to head to the car that was just near to them, Lydia grabbed her by the hand. “ Please, I beg of you.” “ You fucking shivering in that dress you putting on... At least wear a coat or let's go home so I can snuggle into the arms of my fiance in this perfect weather. ” Patricia dragged her hand away from Lydia's.Raising a finger, she said, “ Just thirty minutes and we are out of there, I promise. ”Lydia held her pleading gaze as Patricia eyed her from head to toe toe then she finally sighed. “ We are spending that thirty minutes going inside ? ” Patricia scoffed gently, staring at the long queue. “ Oh no, our entree into the club is very easy. ” She grabbed Patricia by the hand, and dra
"I'm having second thoughts," Patricia said, her eyes flicking nervously from the people in the line to the bouncer checking IDs.Lydia shivered beside her, rubbing her arms in the cool night air. "Me too," she said.Patricia started to turn towards their parked car, but Lydia grabbed her hand. "Please, I beg of you," she pleaded."You're shivering in that dress. At least wear a coat or let's go home so I can snuggle into the arms of my fiancé in this perfect weather," Patricia said, pulling her hand away from Lydia."Just thirty minutes, and we'll leave, I promise," Lydia added, raising a finger. She held her pleading gaze while Patricia stared at her blankly, and after a moment, she sighed. "Fine, but just thirty minutes, okay?"They approached the club, and the bouncer eyed them suspiciously. "You ladies can't just cut the line," he said sternly.Lydia rolled her eyes. "Our entry into the club is very easy," she said, grabbing Patricia's hand and leading her towards the building.As
"Why did you do that? Bob and I have nothing together," Lydia said as they entered."I do not care!" Patrick yelled out as their ears were blasted by the loud music. "I want a drink." She threw her hands up in the air, and her eyes scanned the dancing crowd, ignoring the flashing lights produced by the round object hanging from the high-arched ceiling. Her lips curled into a smile as she finally saw what she was looking for. "Go have fun with your friends, while I have fun with liquors." Patricia said as she eyed the bar."Uh-uh." Lydia grabbed her by the hand. "A future queen is not meant to be seen drinking with peasants. It will be a shame to the royal families.""Excuse me?" Patricia cocked her eyebrow and scoffed. "Well, a good thing I'm not the future queen so I can drink freely with the peasants." She pulled her hand out of Lydia's grip."You are engaged to Brother Elliot so th—""I am engaged to Marco!"Princess Lydia rolled her eyes. "Marco. Brother Elliot. Still the same thin
Patricia's confession hung in the air like an uninvited guest at a party. Marco stared at her, disbelief etched across his face."Did you just say you're nineteen?" Marco's voice wavered with a mix of shock and amusement.Patricia bit her lower lip, regretting her slip-up. "I, uh, well... yeah," she stammered, trying to backtrack. "I mean, isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"Marco's eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really had me fooled, Patricia. You've been playing the part of a seasoned spy with such finesse, I never suspected you were just a teenager."She gave him a sheepish grin, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "I guess I'm a good actress."Marco's laughter filled the room, and he pulled Patricia into a warm embrace. "You're more than that. You're incredible," he whispered into her ear.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Patricia's worries about Chloe and her fami
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while chewing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you okay?"She halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He pulled her gently toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears cascaded from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comforting embrace,
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to a
Stacy's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy consciousness returning as she slowly sat up. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. The events of the morning came rushing back, and she glanced around to find Patricia and Marco in quiet conversation by the window.Rubbing her temples, Stacy pushed herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. The events of the morning had left her head spinning, and her emotions were a jumble of embarrassment, anxiety, and curiosity. She had never anticipated that her innocent mistake would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.As she watched Patricia and Marco, their hushed voices conveying a sense of urgency, Stacy's thoughts began to settle. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a feeling that they were on the cusp of something significant. She couldn't help but feel that there were layers of secrets she had yet to uncover.Marco glanced over and noticed Stacy's awake state. He offered
Marco found himself in a comical conundrum, staring at the ceiling fan twirling above him. Never in his wildest dreams had he been this perplexed by a woman. He'd never been the type to get serious, just one-night stands and empty promises. And now, when he'd decided to have a fling, fate served him a teenager who managed to steal his heart and body, all while sleeping soundly on his chest, her bare back inviting his gentle touch.Regret? He might have for employing her through deceit or for getting involved with her, but did he really regret it? These unfamiliar emotions were a whirlwind, and perhaps he didn't regret having her in his life after all. The uncertainty of what would happen when she regained her memory or when they crossed paths with her father loomed over him, but he was ready to embrace it all, consequences and all. His gaze shifted to his phone lying nearby, and excitement coursed through him when he saw a message that read, “My man, you in town and didn't tell me. Yea
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while gnawing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you alright?"She abruptly halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He gently pulled her toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears streamed from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comfortin
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to an
Patricia's laughter dwindled as Marco sprang into action, hoisting Stacy up from the floor. Her eyes laser-beamed with irritation, lips pressed into a grumbling pout. "And he claimed he didn't like the girl," she muttered, rolling her eyes before diverting her attention to a nearby box. Relief washed over her as a grin curled her lips. Finally, something that resonated with her was here. She eagerly unloaded the contents and began arranging them with care.With gentle precision, Marco placed Stacy on the sofa, adjusting her flimsy nightgown and crossing her legs. A soft moan escaped Stacy's lips as Marco's fingers brushed her delicate thigh. His nose caught a whiff of the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the kitchen, prompting him to saunter over. There, he found an uncooked omelette in the pan, and a smile played on his lips as he deftly flipped it with a spatula. "She's truly making an effort to please me. Maybe, after I sort out everything in my life, I'll settle down with her, buil
The gentle morning light streamed through the curtains, painting the room with a soft, delicate glow. Patricia greeted the day with a grumpy groan, her body staging a revolt against any form of movement. As her eyes gradually adapted to her surroundings, she was met with the sight of Marco, sprawled out comfortably on the bed beside her. His hand had sneaked beneath her shirt, and his touch sent delightful tingles dancing across her waist.Her emotions were in a comedic tug of war. On one hand, there was an undeniable desire to lean over and kiss his handsome face. On the other, a compelling urge to strangle him for the emotional rollercoaster he'd unwittingly taken her on. Opting to address the latter issue first, Patricia pushed his hand away and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.The cool floor met her feet as she rose, her movements deliberate and careful. She silently made her way to the bathroom, the dull aches in her foot announcing themselves with each step. Splashing col