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Hi lovelies,

I hope you're all well. Here's another chapter especially for you x

Lots of love,

Rose x

|4.|

Once I managed to stop showering myself with praise over my dramatic frying pan wielding skills, I quickly realised that Aaron was still bound on the floor, trying to get my attention through his muffled screams. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets as he continued to writhe around on the floor, bound legs kicking out for help.

   "Oh shit! Oh Aaron..." I quickly dropped to my knees and untied his arms and then helped take his balled up shirt from his mouth.

  "Oh god... are you alright?" I ask, quickly pulling him into a hug. The poor man was gasping for air, his brown cheeks turning a dark crimson. Dried tears streaked his cheeks, his eyes rimmed red as he clutched onto me for dear life.

Aaron continues to hyperventilate, no surprise since the man just had a gun to his head and all I could do was gently rub his back, reassuring him that he was fine and safe.

  "No..No...I'm not safe-I'm not safe!" He pulls away quickly from my arms and with shaking hands attempts to undo the restraints around his leg.

  "Argh! Fuck!" He exclaims in frustration when his trembling fingers make it difficult for him to undo them. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Fresh tears roll down his cheeks, his whole body now shaking.

  "Ok...Ok, here-let me help." I push away his hands and within a few quick movements the rope around his feet falls apart and Aaron jumps to his feet, wobbling at first since his legs had gone dead from the lack of blood supply.

With no other explanation, Aaron limps into his bedroom. I follow behind quickly, casting a wary look at the unconscious man still on Aarons living room floor. 

  "Aaron, what the hell was that? Who is that man? Why is he in your house and why the fuck was he holding you at gunpoint?"

My frantic questions fall on dead ears as Aaron desperately searches his room before pulling a suitcase from under his bed, opening it and then quickly proceeding to stuff it with all the his belongings that he could get his hands on.

Being very aware that the attempted murderer was still in the apartment, I marched over to Aaron and grabbed him by his shoulders, forcing him to stop moving and to look me in the eyes.

  "What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?" I ask, enunciating every single word. I felt like I was slowly losing my mind and my fake fiancé was hiding something from me.

Something that was clearly very dangerous and life threatening. Something, that meant I had to knock out a man with a gun using a frying pan.

Aarons dark eyes flick around the room, refusing to meet mine and then when my grip got tighter on his shoulder, he gave in.

  "I'm in a little bit of trouble." He admits making me roll my eyes in annoyance.

  "Really? I never would have guessed." I reply sarcastically.

He gulps and his whole body tenses in preparation for his next words.

  "I owe someone some money." He explains and while I'm surprised by his words, I urge him to keep explaining.

  "But I don't have it and now he wants it back."

I let my hands drop from his shoulders as I step away. My mind spins like a tumble dryer as I take in his words.

  "So you borrowed some money from someone and now they want it back but you don't have it, so you can't pay him back?" I summarise what he had just said, mainly so I could get my head around what the hell was going on.

  "Yeah." Aaron confirms, sounding defeated.

Hmmm... Something seems off about this.

  "Why did you borrow the money?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Realising I wasn't wearing a bra and that by crossing my arms my nipples were more visible, I quickly dropped my arms again. 

Aarons appear to be caught off guard by my question.

  "Uh, I- I was behind on my some loans and I needed the money urgently."

Again, something about this doesn't make sense.

I push further,  "So you needed money to pay off your loans, but you still live in a bloody penthouse that probably costs the same to rent every week as my monthly salary?"

Aaron fidgets, his fingers clenching and unclenching into a fist at his side. He turns away and walks over to his walk-in closet, grabbing as much of his stuff as he could before he walks back and stuffs it into his suitcase.

  "I know it sounds dodgy but I'm being serious," he says, zipping up his overfilled luggage. Just as he was about to pick it up I slam my hand onto his suitcase.

  "Don't lie to me, Aaron!" I snap, "I just physically assaulted a man, albeit in self defence, but if he ends up brain damaged, I need to know that I helped the right guy."

Aaron hesitates and it almost looks like he was about to tell me something. But then he pushes my hand away and heaves the suitcase off the bed.

His eyes meet mine, "Kessiya, I am so sorry for dragging you into this mess, but I think it's best if you leave. This whole situation is so much bigger than me and it's definitely not safe for you. This fake marriage deal is off."

Our fake marriage was the last thing on my mind.

He pulls his luggage behind him as he quickly exits the room. There's something about the way he had quickly packed up his belongings and had a suitcase ready that made me wonder whether Aaron had already known his life was in danger and he needed a getaway plan in place.

  "Where are you going?!" I whisper shout at him, when I follow behind, my eyes quickly darting to the still unconscious mystery man on the floor. He remained so still and unmoving that it made me suddenly forget how to breathe.

Was he dead? Did I just kill a man?

Aaron twists on his feet, his eyes follow my gaze and once again his face pales with fear.

  "Kessiya- get the fuck out of this house, ok? Go somewhere else, maybe go back home to your parents. It's not safe for you to be here anymore."

What?

Hell no.

  "Aaron, what the fuck are you saying? I can't just pack up my life and leave. I have a job, I have responsibilities."

Was this man for real? Suddenly I felt my stomach drop in dread. I can't believe how stupid I've been. I nearly got married to this man, sure a fake marriage, but still. I knew nothing about this man standing in front of me and suddenly looking at the open wound on his head and the dried blood on his face I realised for the first time, that maybe, I've just got involved in something that was completely out of my control.

  "Aaron- there is a man with a fucking gun, unconscious on your floor. He tried to kill you!" I shout, wanting to get the seriousness of the situation through his apparently thick skull.

  "You owe people- clearly very deadly and dangerous people-" I gesture to the man on the floor, "-money and that means just packing up and running away from this won't be enough."

Aaron grabs the handle of his suitcase tighter, his knuckles blanching white under the force of his grip.

He gulps in fear but I can see his brain pondering my words.

   "You don't understand, Kessiya," He says, his voice barely audible. "They will kill me."

I throw my arms in the air, exasperated. Clearly Aaron was not only involved in dangerous things, he was also bloody stupid.

  "Exactly!" I exclaim, "I don't understand. I have no fucking clue what is going on. You're lying to me Aaron and I need you to stop. Tell me the truth and I can help you."

"Mh..."

Both Aaron and I snap our heads in the direction of the sudden sound. This time, Aarons' not the only one with a pale face. I can literally feel all the blood drain from my head as the previously knocked out body starts to stir awake. He still had his eyes closed but it was obvious to tell the intruder was starting to gain conscience.

  "Fuck..." I whisper under my breath.

I look up at Aaron who looks like he's about to shit himself any second now.

He takes a step back in the direction of the front door, pulling his suitcase with him.

  "Don't you dare!" I mouth, knowing well that any sudden sounds might fully awake the man I had smacked over the head with a cooking utensil.

Aaron doesn't stop. He simply shrugs apologetically and before I knew it... he's gone.

That fucker!

I saved his life and this is how he repays me?

The intruder is thankfully still unconscious and I decide that it's my time to follow Aarons lead. If that bastard can get me in this situation and then leave with no fucking worries, then why the hell am I still here?

I go behind the kitchen counter and grab my wet clothes and my handbag, mentally still cursing out Aaron. I can't believe I trusted that man. I thought we were friends! Grabbing my phone from my bag, I ignored the several missed calls from Millie that flashed on the screen and quickly booked an Uber... to the nearest police station.

Aaron might have ran away pathetically but I was a witness to a crime and I needed to tell someone in authority.

I quickly put my phone into the pocket of Aarons joggers that I was wearing and gathered all my wet clothes and my handbag before standing up.

And then BANG!

A pure blunt force smacked me over the back of my head and as the pain exploded in my skull, I stumbled forward and freefell straight to the hard floor, my body meeting the laminated wooden floors with a 'thud.'

  "How does that feel, bitch?" I hear a deep voice ask from above me, before the resounding sound of a metal frying pan hitting the floor echoes beside me.

Holy fucking shit!

I've just been knocked out- with by a frying pan.

And it fucking kills.

Well, well. *rubs my palms together like an evil villain*

Things have just got interesting.

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