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❝ There is no such thing as
control but only chaos.❞

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C H A P T E R N I N E T E E N

“Let the sleeping
dogs lie”

SCARED, LONELY AND alone I was only a little girl when my mother left my brother and I for another man. I don't blame her though she was just doing what she had to, till this day I still wonder what could he offer that my father could not?

I yawned and stretched my arms then slowly my eyes stained upon the elderly woman sitting in the booth in front of me of the café I was at, her hair tangled up the smudge make up at her face and yet she sat still and listening to the man who spoke murmured nothing but words of comfort.

Telling her it's going to be fine, I don't understand how is it going to be fine? She ran away from her husband possibly abandoning her own children, so how longer will it be fine till she hits her rock bottom?

"Are you better now?"

Marcus asked as he approached or booth placing the mug of warm melting coffee in front of me.

My eyes softened a little as with flushed cheeks and cold hands I spoke, sniffing,"I am alright, couldn't be any better but you really shouldn't have left your work and come to me."

"I couldn't find a much better excuse to meet you, Paris."

He murmured slipping his fingers against mine enclosing them together, an unknown like emotion brushes through me making me shiver, as sighing I gently pulled my hand back.

"Don't worry about me I'm perfectly alright just for the fact that I'm fired from my part-time job and lost my scholarship to the Browns university."

My lips tucked up, tilting my head I spoke, my voice held it's humour while Marcus sighed as he sips his milkshake silently, perhaps giving my words a thought?

"You know I could help you if you want."

"And that's exactly what I don't want. You've your own problems to deal with and mine will only cause more."

I breathed out letting my eyes to meet his as faintly smiling he back away whilst I carefully, slowly sipped my coffee.

"We have enough money for a month, but what about after it?"

"We'll look for a solution, I've brought my jewelry with me and man husband's savings."

"Do you think it's enough, Rory? Lord you should've stayed a little longer with your husband and tried get some money out of him."

"I left him for you, I left my son for you."

Rigid, my stare transformed into pure glowering as sitting back I listened to them talking, their words clear and loud and soon embraced with the woman's sob while the man stood up panicked as with trembling hands he calmed her down, upon sensing the attention the two of them have gathered.

Pathetic, why would she even leave her husband.

"That's why you never trust a whore," My eyes snapped up at the sound of the man's speaking sitting at the booth behind me.

My teeth clenched as I pushed the empty mug and looked upwards at Marcus who seems to be watching me with amusement.

"They are worthless men, it's fine I'm sure that woman will be fine," Marcus assured and I couldn't help but smile faintly.

"No it's nothing serious-" I stopped midway as my phone made a buzzing sound, glancing at it I sighed,"I guess I'll go something came up."

"Yeah, I understand," Marcus murmured as we both stood up,"I guess I'll see you soon?"

Smiling, I tucked a lock of loosen hair behind my ear and stared anxiously at the man.

"I'll text you, so we could catch up may be?"

"Yeah, that'd be cool," he whispered in a husky voice, his lips forming a dazzling grin as hastily he turned to leave.

Holding up my bag, I sighed and briskly continued to walk the smile that I've kept on my lips far gone as with exhaustion I breathed out.

Everything was just the way it was before fine, I was talking, eating, meeting up with my friends and more drinking.

But in my heart I knew something was missing a part of me was missing, it's been over six months, six months since I last saw him, touched him or felt his lips.

I wonder how he is? Does he even have a breath of time to think about me?

Swallowing the hard lump within my throat. A heavy that remained on my shoulders like those of an abandoned one carrying it's darkest secrets burdening one's soul.

A cold breeze swept by me making me shiver, tears daring to sting my eyes just then my ears raised as I heard the creaking sound of the dead leaves been crushed on behind me.

Warm blood rushes through my veins, my hands clutching on to my dress as I continued to walk cautiously, my breaths coming out harsh.

Then I felt those again, the steps, getting closer and closer-whilst I walked eager enough not to turn.

"Paris," I flinch when a hand touched my shoulders, making my heart to stop it's beat as with fear my steps stilled, my breathing turned cold.

Who is it?

Daring to turn around I whimpered,"Marcus?" my voice sounding much of a startled one, as with an emphasis heart I stare back at him.

"Are you okay?"

He asked sensing the fear within my expression, my eyes melted then slowly I moved back.

Has he be following me? For how long.

"You scared me, don't ever do that again," I grunted narrowing my eyes with my finger pointed towards him.

His eyes darkened, before I see something flashing through his eyes as he steps forward,"I thought to give you a ride it's getting dark and it's not safe around here."

Something was definitely not right, I could feel it. The way he approached me I sensed it.

Everything within the moment stilled, the world before me stopped his eyes that possess a mischievous glint in them stared at me, a sly sinister smile that suppressed his lips.

"Paris, are you alright?"

He asked almost into a thrilling voice making my eyes to widen as numbly I murmured,"I'm-fi..ne."

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❛ I am at the bar waiting, my love by your grace I'm not a patient man as you may know. So be sure.❜

Folding the note I stared at the wall in front of me, my arms folding across my chest as sighing I threw the paper in the dustbin before walking across the room, in nothing but my bra and underwear I pushed open my closet and pulled out the red dress, the one given on the night I went to the club.

This would do fine.

I thought as I pulled it out off its cover, then slipping underneath it l let my skin be embraced by it's silky smooth fabric, the dress hung low hugging the curves of my body.

As my eyes stared at my reflection in front of the mirror, I have to be extra cautious today I had told myself before I applied the crimson lipshade over the curves of my lips, then dabbing it slowly I tucked my lips.

I was ready.

Holding up my clutch and keys I made my way to the front door, then down to the parking lot.

The sound of my heels hitting against the hard charcoal road of the lot invading the tranquility as I caught the sight of the black limo standing in dead silence awaiting.

Walking towards it, I looked around to see if no one was watching me before I pulled the door open of the limo and got in.

"It's good to see you, Ma'am."

Murmured the dark skinned, shaved head man, wearing goggles sitting in driver's seat. I smiled nervously as I sit back before I felt the car moving.

Seeing as how late it was it didn't took long for me to reach my destination as soon the limo came to it's halt stopping in front of the tremendously exquisite bar, as I find the door of my side being pulled open just for me to step out.

Murmuring a small thank you I got out, holding my dress in my hands so that I don't trip I walked in.

With soft music being played in the background I found no one in sight as I continued to walk through the silence before my eyes caught him sitting at the bar, drinking his shot of bourbon.

His usual-I thought.

His eyes sparkled, a smirk that played across his lips as he caught the dress I was wearing, placing his drink on the counter he turned his whole body towards me as when I approached him.

"Mi bella amore," he whispered softly as he took a hold of my wrist within the lines of his thin, long fingers.

"Tell me something I don't know, Francis."

I mumbled, grinning lazy as I pulled my hand out of his graps then taking stool beside him, I blinked feeling breathless as I could feel the man's stare lingering upon my body, as he studied me close with his face held in fascination.

"One tequila mixed for the lady please and yeah," Francis spoke to the bartender as with an intense gaze he glanced at me,"Make it strong." He spoke almost tongue twisted.

TO BE CONTINUED

LUCKY BLUE SMITH as FRANCIS

Author's note:

Well, I am so tired now this chapter was too long and took me long enough to figure out what to write.

Are Paris and Francis connected? What are their intentions, I guess Paris has her secrets too.

Since the story has finally taken its turn I want you guys to be prepared, a lot has to come. And I'm so excited to write about it.

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