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Third Person POV

As soon as Neen paid the cashier for her and Amanda's order, she rushed back to their table and grabbed Amanda's wrist.

"Let's go, love," Neen said.

Amanda who had just taken the last sip of her tea, looked up at her wide eyed.

"Where are you taking me?" Amanda asked, her heart rate starting to spike dangerously.

"Back to the pharmacy parking lot where you parked your car," Neen replied, noting how Amanda's face fell in disappointment at her remark.

"And then I will follow you in my car to your place so you can park it there and then I will wait for you to come back and car pool with me to my place," Neen continued.

Amanda's eyes grew wide once more.

"You better not be shitting me," Amanda said, wiping her lips with the table napkin before standing up and obediently letting Neen lead her out of the seaside restaurant.

Inside Neen's car, Amanda sucked in her breath when Neen lunged towards her.

"Oldest trick in the mind game book," Amanda complained when all Neen did was to fasten Amanda's seat belt while looking deeply into Amanda's eyes.

Neen started to laugh uncontrollably. But actually it was her way of hiding her nervousness because she did not want Amanda to notice how her nearness was affecting her so much.

Soon they were back at the pharmacy parking lot but before Amanda could step out of Neen's car, Neen grabbed her wrist once more.

"I need for you to text me your address. That way if I lose you in the traffic my GPS will guide me to your house, and of course that way I get to have your contact number registered into my phone as well," Neen said, flashing Amanda with what she thought was her most seductive smile.

"Good idea," was all Amanda said as she took out her phone. "Wait, you haven't given me your number yet."

"Oh oops how forgetful of me," Neen said with a laugh as she fished out her phone from her purse.

"That's because you're an old hag," Amanda said teasingly.

"What did you just say," Neen muttered under her breath before tossing her phone and purse to the back seat and grabbing Amanda's face.

Before Amanda knew what was happening, she felt Neen's lips on hers.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Saint's POV

My heart was beating painfully as I surveyed the scene in front of me.

How, how could Perth do this to me???

I wondered if Amanda had broken her promise to me and had called Perth to let her know that she saw me at the seaside restaurant earlier with Joss and this was Perth's way of getting back at me.

But even if Amanda did call Perth, I could so easily tell him that it was an innocent meeting with Joss. We were there because he had seen me just before I entered the supermarket and had asked me if I had breakfast yet and when I said no, he invited me to have breakfast with him, saying that we could always do our marketing after breakfast. Joss had also been meaning to do his own marketing, coincidentally in the same market.

While all these thoughts were running through my mind, I did not realize that my grip on my shopping bags had loosened and they dropped from my hand, making one of the mandarin oranges roll out of the bag and make its way towards Perth, stopping just a few inches from his face.

I watched in silence as whoever that person was who had been straddling Perth, got to his feet and then helped Perth up from the floor.

"It's not what you're thinking," Perth said as soon as he was on his feet. "This is Tae, my physical therapist."

"And who is that over there holding one of your shirts?" I asked, starting to calm down.

"That's my home health aide, Waan," Perth said. "He's doing my laundry right now."

Waan started to walk towards me, his hand extended for a handshake.

"Woah, woah, woah," I said, stepping backwards, placing my hands behind my back. "You have been handling Perth's laundry."

"Stop being a germophobe," Perth scolded me. "And besides, I don't think any of my laundry has any contagious bacteria or viruses in them."

"Sorry," I said, extending my hand to Waan. He took it and shook hands with me.

Then I extended my hand to Tae.

"You have just been from the supermarket," Tae said, stepping back. "You might have touched some bacteria or virus laden grocery cart handles."

Perth turned to Tae, unable to believe what he was hearing from him.

"I was kidding," Tae said, starting to laugh. He walked towards me, and instead of taking my hand, he gave me a bear hug.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Perth started to protest.