I abandoned my car and crossed the road in a jiff. I hurriedly stepped into the cinema, worried that I might miss her. She could be in any of the rooms watching a movie, and if she were, I would have to wait for two hours for her to come out of there. My eyes skimmed the whole floor and finally rested on her back. She was facing the board, nibbling on her index finger, pondering whether she should or shouldn’t watch a movie. Which movie? I couldn’t care less. As long as I get to talk to her and get to know her, it’ll be enough for me.

“Should I or shouldn’t I?” she mused.

“Whatever it is, I think you should,” I answered from right behind her. Then she slowly turned around to face me.

Her long and wavy brunette locks swayed as she pivoted. For that moment, my breath caught in my throat as my blue eyes locked with her hazel ones; sparks erupted in me.

“You think I should?” she asked, looking straight into my eyes.

“Wholeheartedly,” I replied softly.

“Which would you prefer?” she continued.

“Whichever your heart desires,” I bantered, eyes glinting.

“Hmm… Have you watched The Martian before?” she spoke again in her husky tone.

“Nope,” I smirked.

“Do you want a gist of it? I won’t tell if you hate spoilers,” she smiled.

For a moment, I was rooted to the spot by her carefree and beguiling smile. Man, I am hooked. Totally and unconditionally hooked.


My Curvy Italian Queen

It had been a battle inside me, whether I should or shouldn’t tell Kin about what had happened and how my parents had died. Their demise had been in the international news, but one that I’d been hiding from and prevailed. After I showered, I made breakfast this time since Kin had been cooking breakfast, lunch or dinner for me almost every time he came to my apartment or whenever I stayed in his. He refused to let me cook, for he felt a man should take care of his woman in every aspect, including making meals for her. When Kin walked into the kitchen, he salivated as he said in his low, magnetic voice.


“That is one heavenly smell, baby. What is it?”


“Just stuffed omelettes with fillings you love,” I replied, winking at him.


“Mozzarella, with meat and vegetables?” Kin asked.


“Yup, and bell peppers too,” I smiled.


Chapter 43