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

“Oh, I thought you only have a son,” said the woman.


I closed the gap in one stride behind Ami just to be sure this woman was not here to hurt my fiancee. After all the threats Ami got, the paranoia is still there, and my protective streak overcame my sense of rationality. You see, Ami is too trusting. She never has a suspicious bone in her body unless there’s enough proof to suspect a person. Still, she will try to find ways to justify why the wrong-doers did what they do.


“Well, Ami’s the bride-to-be, but I already accepted her as my own daughter,” Mom gazed at Ami as she added in her calm and gentle voice.


“Hi, Monica,” Ami said as she shook the woman’s hand and flashed her beguiling smile.


“Oh my… You are such a beauty, Amidala. It’s no wonder Beth couldn’t stop talking about you,” Monica said; her eyes did not leave Ami’s face even for a second.


“Honey, Monica is the designer of your wedding gown,” Mom smiled.


Chapter 93