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

In the week Loretta and Samuel Benton were apprehended, I made a few calls to the judicial authorities, making sure to include Layla’s father, Uncle Antonio. The latter happened to be involved since Sam almost kidnapped his daughter. I requested an earlier court hearing date since prolonging it could lead to Loretta getting bail. It might not be from her mother anymore, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. She has high-profile friends who would probably be willing to pay and let her loose until the hearing date was fixed. But, with Antonio’s influence, the hearing was expedited within the week after.


Amidala decided not to attend because she realised looking at both her parents’ murderers would trigger the past. Every time I called Brian to check on their status, they actually looked pleased and contented. It was like they were satisfied with what they had done. What more when they didn’t show any remorse.


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