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Her Con Artist ♤Chap: 10
Once we all were done, deciding who will share the room, we all went to get fresh and then came down for dinner. Ordering food, we decided to play a game. It was suggested by Ella. We all were bored so decided to play along. "What's the game?" Josh asks Ella, who was busy removing stuff from the coffee table. We all were huddled in the living room."This game is trending. So i wanted to try it." She said, giving no clue about this game of hers. Owen and i shared a look, rolling our eyes at her. "Bring me beer and vodka. Come on hurry." Ella said, slapping Keith's leg. He sighed and stood up lazily from the sofa. Dragging his feet he went into the kitchen. "Where is the tape?" She asked Eric, who had his head laid against the sofa and watched her with boredom. "In the drawer." He said, pointing at the drawer of coffee table. She clapped her hands in excitement and pulled it out of drawer and a scissor. "Help me." She said, looking between us. Sighing, putting my hands down on
Her Con Artist ♤Chap: 11
Piling up the clean plates and cups, i put them to their places after we had our breakfast. I looked outside the casement kitchen windows, it was sunny with stratus and altocumulus clouds and my favorite sound of bird's chirping which brought a smile on my face. The scene flashed in front of me like a punishment, no matter how much i tried to take my mind off it, it came back like a reflex. Throwing the kitchen towel away in frustration, i sighed as the flash back came back. When they all were leaving for today's mission, i told everyone to be careful. Eric was last to leave the house, when i bid my byes and told him to be careful and stay safe, what he did next was unpredictable. He stared at me with brooding eyes and walked towards me. I just looked at him waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to. He neared me with those intense blue eyes, my eyes following his hand moment. He placed his one hand on my cheek, making me look at his eyes.Darn those eyes. He leaned forward, w
Her Con Artist ♤Chap : 12
I was sitting outside under the tree, using Owen's laptop, which i got after some promises. Like i will make him the pasta that i made the other day and only for him. He was a big foodie like me so i agreed to his condition. I was currently going through my emails and looking at my schedule. Opening the file, i looked at my pend up work and felt a headache coming right away..Gosh. Ugh!Closing it, i clicked on application file and bit my lips in anxiousness. My vacation was ending in two weeks and i still had to solve this puzzle. Leaning my head against the trunk of tree, i looked up at sky. What do i do? It's been two days, i can't gather enough courage to talk to Edgar about the whole situation. But i can't longer, i need to clear the between Eric and Edgar. I sighed, swipe opening my pone, i clicked his id and the number got dialed. I took a deep breath and closed the lid of laptop as i waited for him to pick up the phone. It was 4 in the evening, he must be free this time, its
Her Con Artist ♤Chap : 13
Edgar kept throwing worried looks at me as I was leaving the building. Faking a smile at him but failed miserably. I sighed and opened the car door. Thank goodness, Eric hadn't noticed the shift in my mood, so I better pretend to be fine. Taking a seat in the car, pulling the seat belt, plugging it in, I leaned back and closed my eyes. I felt eyes on me but I kept my face blank devoid of any emotions. Eric started the car and I felt a bit calm by the sound of gears which distracted me from my thought. "Are you okay?" He asked, softly. I felt his palm over my hand to comfort me. Well, it should be the other way around. I thought he was involved with Leon as they all were best friends and we shifted to another city to it was harder to go ask him myself. I was blinded by rage and betrayal so I assumed he was also involved.Edgar showed me the records and footage of my father's murder. He apologized that he didn't approach me, saying he was dealing with his difficulties at hand." He sai
Her Con Artist ♤Chap : 14
This chapter is in third person perspective; Eric after talking to his friend made his way inside the mart. Feeling bad for making Monica wait, he moved his feet faster. Just the thought of her brought a smile to his face. Smiling in shyness, he moved his hand over his face avoiding being seen by people in this vulnerable state. He went looking around the aisles but wasn't able to find her.Then a sudden thought appeared to him that he should call her and ask her in which aisle she was. Placing the phone on his ear, he looked at the aisle in front of him, it was a juice aisle. Waiting for her to pick his call, he found her favourite juice among other juice's in the aisle. With a smile on his face, he picked it up, thinking to give it to her later. He realized she hadn't picked up her phone yet, confused he dialled her number again. He knew she was not the one to pick up the phone late. The call went on and she didn't pick it up. Sensing
Her Con Artist ♤Chap : 15
Russell took us to the nearest hospital in the town and stopped the car near the entrance of hospital. Opening the door, i get out of the car after gently laying Eric's head on the seat and rush to nearest nurse to ask them for help. The middle-aged nurse saw me running towards her and quickly called the helpers around her, she must have seen blood on me and my tensed expression."Nurse! We need urgent help, a man has been hit by a bullet." I said, grabbing her hand, The helpers quickly grabbed the stretcher and rush it towards where the car was parked roughly. Russell helped them in picking Eric up and putting him on the stretcher. They began pushing the stretcher inside, i followed them quietly, praying to God to save him. The bullet hit the left side of his chest near his heart. My feet were till numb from the shock, taking a seat outside of the operation theater, taking deep breaths trying to fight against the panic attack that was arising now. I closed my eyes and took deep brea
Her Con Artist ♤Chap: 16
The time kept moving on but time for Eric was paused. He sat frozen with confusion in his eyes, looked at me like i was playing games with him. I stood there with in silence, hands balled up into a fists as i see him struggling him to process this new piece of information that i just threw it at him. "Are-are you serious?" He said with shaky voice. Not believing his ears. I nodded my head, his eyes morphed into a pit of fire within seconds. "Did you come after us for some purpose? We took you in, cared for you like one of us and trusted you. And you are telling me your the daughter of that bastard!"He yelled, i knew his outburst was coming. "I have no connection to him. I-""I dont want to listen to your excuses! You were here to keep an eye on us! How stupid of me for trusting you!" He shouted, he threw the small vase beside him onto the floor in anger and hissed in pain. Putting a hand over his wound, he tried getting up from the bed. I rushed towards him to help me, but he pus
Her Con Artist ♤Chap : 17
Scrolling the instagram, i passed my time waiting for Eric. Today we were going to have a meeting or discussion about their last target in which i had a role to play too. I didn't knew about their new location, so Eric had messaged me a while ago to get ready he will be here to pick me up. After changing into cozy clothes, i had enough time on my hands so i decided to reply to my investor's emails. Even after doing that there was no sign of Eric. What's taking him so long? Opening the contact icon, i dialed his number but before it could connect. I heard the house bell ring. Ding dong. Quickly cutting the call, i switched off the lights on my way to the door. Opening the door without looking at the peephole, it was him standing outside scratching his head with a guilty expression.Shaking my head at him, i walked out and locked the door behind me. "What took you so long?" I asked him curiously. "Um i had to buy something on the way it took time there. Sorry for keep you waiting
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