chapter 7

"Is this real?" My eyebrow raised at him when my transaction asked me that.

"I didn't sell a toys, Mr. Young," I coldly said.

He even checked all the guns we were selling. As in individually really. My eyebrows just went up more because of what he did.

Mr. new buyer. Young, and I can't blame him if he doesn't trust us and that's what he asked us. That offends us.

We are at the Club House owned by Lay, we are currently negotiating. We sell a guns, and yes. It's illegal but we have reason. But can it still be called illegal after we talk?

"5.7 Billion," he said and I nodded.

No one can see us here and the place is safe, no CCTV. We were in a private room of the Club House. Mr. sat across from me. Young in his mid-30's. She is in formal attire and has five bodyguards behind her and sides. While me, I only have Lay.

"The deal is closed," I said.

I stood up and held out my hand to him. "Thank you, Mr. Young," I said bored but I smiled sparingly at him. He accepted my handshake with him.

"I'm looking forward for the business, Miss Carter," he said. I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses.

Dream on, dude.

I was the first to leave inside that area and I felt Lay following me.

"It's time," I whispered. I heard him cleared his throat.

From the other room five men came out and went straight to the room where Lay and I left. What will gonna happen with them? They will be arrested for selling firearms that will only be used violently. We have connections. We hold the police.

That's my other job when it comes to Mafia world. We are the ones who contact them, buy our guns that are sometimes drugs. It’s like we’re the ones setting up

to them so that the disciple of the law could catch them. Poor them, if our agency is the one they choose and they will really rot in jail.

"Where are you going this time, my queen? How about your marriage with Mr. Mojeh?" Lay asked me and it was as if something flicked my senses when I remembered that.

Oh! After the family dinner, I went home immediately without their permission to leave. I just left without a trace. I even turned off my phone so that mama could not contact me. I stayed at the hotel since I don’t have a condo unit here yet.

"How many days have I been missing in action?" I asked him.

"Not just a day, my queen. It's a week, probably a two weeks."

I smirked, I must have been carrying Kierson's surname for a week. Perk because I had a bad trip with him, I went to MIA after that night.

“I see,” I said.

It's already 9:22 in the evening. The dark surroundings of the Club House are very quiet but once you are inside it is very noisy due to the strength of its music and many customers in the bar. You will find many that are not pleasant. If you are innocent don’t just go to the bar.

After exiting the Club House we headed to the parking lot. As I expected there were many really parked expensive cars. Lay is not just a customer either.

"You can leave me, here, Lay."

"Yes, my queen. Take care in your way home," he said and bowed before he left.

Cyan Lay Del Rossa, my reaper and he is also a businessman. We're the same age and he's my trusted friend. Well, he’s the type of guy that women cry over.

He's kind and soft, gentleman and Lay is really handsome. She is in good shape. He's a good guy.

I leaned against the hood of my blue Ford Ranger and pulled out a cigarette stick, Bravo. One of my staff gave it to me. Not Lay, because I knew he would ban me from smoking.

I lit it and then inhaled. I was able to smoke it twice more when a violent hand grabbed my cigarette. What a good manners.

"What the h*ll ?!" I was crispy cheap because I was really bored there.

"What's your problem, woman ?! Did you know that cigarettes are bad for your health ?!" irritated question of ... oh, Kierson.

"I don't know," I replied sarcastically and I even followed with a shake.

What is he doing here at the bar? Oh, woman? Wearing his simple v-neck t-shirt and a blue pants. He looks dazzling with his outfit.

"Where have you been, woman?" he asked me coldly and I caressed the side of my lip which he followed. He frowned and looked back at me.

"Where did you go and why can't we contact you ?! You've been gone for two more weeks!" he said angrily to me again. I shrugged because I had nothing to answer him.

"Answer me, Xena Carter!" he shouted. His eyebrows met, did he get darkened and the vein in his neck almost came out. Cold and emotionless on his face. Both fists clenched. My eyes dropped to the cigarette and when he saw it he stepped on his shoe. Poor cigarette. I was frustrated.

"What the f*ck, Xena ?!" It was nice to hear my name he pronounced. If only he wasn't really mad at me.

"I'm asking you. Who are you? And how did you know my name?" I wondered.

There's nothing wrong with me playing with him now, right? I just want to annoy this doctor and I know his patience is short. And what he dislikes the most is that I like him and deny the unknown. He didn’t want that he was what people were playing with.

My chest throbbed as he pulled my waist closer to his and our bodies pressed together. Our faces were only a few feet away from each other. My eyes are watery and even though he can’t see it his eyes are really straight at me.

I-I can even smell his manly perfume. Dimwit! I grabbed his chest and pushed it softly but didn’t move. My hand was almost shaking just because I touched his chest. I want to see his hard chest-what ?! Did I said that ?!

"Are you playing with me, baby?" he asked me softly, my eyes closing when his hot breath hit my ear and it went down my neck. The strength of his attraction to me is still there. This is exactly how I still feel about him.

"You are drunk," he said and I swallowed when the tip of our noses hit each other.

I'm not drunk, am I? I just drank a margarita earlier while Lay and I were negotiating. Then I had a high tolerance for alcohol, he might even be the first to fall asleep when we drank. It's not because I'm a drunkard that I have a high tolerance for alcohol.

With his free hand he caressed my cheek which only brought me even more heat. It was as if a needle was piercing me with each touch.

"You are so beautiful, so I can put up with you," he said and there I seemed to lose everything.

A loud slap on his left cheek he inflicted on me. His face tilted and his lips parted.

"How dare you!" I shouted angrily and pushed him hard. I did it because he hadn't gotten over when I slapped him. It really had strength so my hand reached out to his cheek, already red.

"Well, on the second thought. I can still call-off the wedding, a ** hole!" I shouted.

I was about to enter my car when someone pulled my arm and I leaned against the hood of my car. Before I could react, I was immediately kissed on the lips.

My eyes widened again. His kisses on me were strong and punishing. I also couldn't let go because he was holding both my wrists and then behind me.

I could not move because my knee weakened immediately. Soften because of her kisses.

He let go of my hand but both my cheeks were already closed with his big palm and his kiss on me got worse.

He was also able to bite my lower lip so I tasted the blood on it. Instead of stopping what he was doing he was even more dirty!

I moaned at what he did. I couldn’t appreciate the sweetness of her lips and kissing because it was punishing! Seems like a mad ewan!

Maybe it took a few minutes before he released my lip. I can feel its trembling.

My eyes widened when I woke up. We both catch the breath. I meet his gray eyes. He smiled as my forehead furrowed.

Red lipstick stained her lips and it was spreading. It was as if he was still drowsy because of his bulging eyes.

He rubbed his hand on my cheek again and kissed it. I felt his lips on my ear. My hair stood on end because of what he did.

"Behind these dark sunglasses, you're hiding a beautiful scene," he whispered softly and weighedly staring at me.

My lips parted when he had my sunglasses in his hand. He deleted that when he kissed me and I didn't even notice ?!

"I love your eyes, baby ... It's fascinating that melts." He put on my sunglasses again and even combed my hair with his finger.

"But I want you to hide these beautiful eyes from others, I just want to be the only one to see that."

I was leaning on the back of my seat. I was already in Kierson's car and walking to his condo unit. After the kiss, he didn't let me go because I was already tied to him. I wanted to protest and then when I caught a glimpse of him he still had a grin on his lips while holding his lower lip.

"You look stupid," I said softly as he heard me. Quickly glance at me.

"Is it that delicious to kiss your lips?"

"Pervert," I muttered.

"I want more, baby."

Both my cheeks got hot because of what he said so I reached for what was on the dashboard of his car and threw it at him which he quickly caught.

"Oh? You want more than that?" smiling she said and my eyes widened when I saw her condom box.

Boyscout is g*go and he even has a comdom in his car!

"You're really disgusting! Don't tell me you're hanging out in your car ?!" I asked him in fear.

"Yes, definitely in your seat," he replied to me and terrified me.

"You're a dirty ugly froglet pervert, as*hole!" I cursed him and he just chuckled.

"Just kidding, baby. I love teasing you. Your cheeks are red," he said. I was able to strike his arm which he didn't care. I was even hurt by what he did!

Oh, good God! Kierson's mad.

Reluctantly I caressed my hand. He took my hand and kissed it, I would have quickly grabbed it but he tightened the grip.

Civil wedding.

10:15 in the evening, January 11, 20XX, literally Mrs. I am now Kierson Mojeh. He didn't miss the night until we were awake. Shotgun wedding. It's as if I can't escape anymore and I'm going to insist on what I want to marry him.

I knew I would be hurt when I married Kierson. But this is what I always wanted. To marry the man I love and yes, I have loved him from the beginning. We have a past that I think only I can remember.

Maybe, I can change playboy Kierson. I will do everything just to make him look away from me. I promise that he will forget the woman he loves and he will only love me.

I can do that as long as we are married. As long as I have something to hold on to.

It will be written tonight, that I am Xena Carter-Mojeh that I will fall in love with Kierson Mojeh. I will do everything just to win her heart.

But he failed and I was rewarded for what I did. He also disappeared for more than a week. One month. It took a month that he didn’t show up to me and didn’t go home to his condo unit.

And when I found him he was on another woman's lap.

I laughed, at the very beginning of my married life he immediately betrayed his wife.