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my hotel room. My heart beating a million miles

at the far end of the room and using the restaurant flow

out the show glass, and the next she was moving towar

t that point. I prepared myself to face

into. But that wasn't the shocking part. It was the f

n't bel

g into Annabelle was a strategic action

ll before she could realize what was happening. By the time she gets b

e. I was going to deal with Robert later

d them on the bed beside me and turned on the TV with the remote I had picked from the table

o wash away the craziness of the day. Turning on the sh

y had my meeting felt like a flop, Vivian the receptionist, whom I was hoping would release all this pent up ener

blue jeans, with a pair of brown sandals and my swiss wristwa

rse, I walked out of the room and stepped into the elevator. I presse

s 29 minutes past 1 pm. Just one minute

ea

om for Annabelle, I saw her by the bar, sitting on one of the barstools and chat

anse of her back exposed, the bikini she

a

. This lady was getting to my head too fast for comfort

. I didn't like the way she was getting too comfortable with him. I felt li

nd answered.

, I dropped her purse on the counter, away from

the bartender, making sure not to look directly at her,

her body tense up. She b

gnized m

was truly I, and on discovering that I was, there, she took a lar

king her

n she gave up was anger. Which I guess

ut she didn't. Instead, she pretended not to have heard my voice or seen me, casually

ng water you gave me?" He was curr

quickly placing the glass of scotch in front of me,

won't just tell me this recipe? so I can

y all you want, but I am going to the grave with my grandma's rec

girl that could easily be swayed. The fact that she was a su

d the tip of her glass cup. "Justin," he answered, sending her a challengi

ly ignoring me and

for p

at her line of sight on the counter. Make sur

ched the glass cup. She dropped the glass back on the counter as her

urse to my face. I completely ignored her, faking ignorance. On getting

r until now. I frowned a little as if I was trying

or some minutes, the

he exploded, "So you a

from her. A spurt of anger, so

ng about Miss?" I asked her,

ng her hands on her hips as she continued without waiting for my reply,

such a thing. I am many things Mi

This was a twist I w

the first place? You bumped into me just

asked hotly, brows knitted in a thin line. "Were you even planning on returning it at all

as planning on returning it!" I replied hotly. This was

after you left, I couldn't go after you or drop it at the reception. I took it along wit

fortunately, my meeting wasn't satisfactory. So when I

ng the stool close

d that your purse was still in my possession, so I

placing her hands on her knees

trate

o I thought to myself, you might have already relayed the information to

logical" sh

deci

til the lady that was on d

ou get it,"

: "So you are saying, you didn't e

planation I gave her was a lie any

but honourable," She

hief? Or crucify me because I bumped into you

to crucify you anytime soon. I'm Annabelle." She

a start." I said as I too

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