A FEW MINUTES AFTER she argued with Rome, Margaux found herself sitting in their living room. Her mind was a mess. She thought that both Rome’s and Alberta’s reactions were weird. However, she didn’t want to deal with them now that Greg was here."What are you doing here?" She spat, giving the man before her a disdained look.She had always known Greg to be a neat-to-the-dot type of guy. Thus, she almost didn’t recognize him when she came into their living room. He was outright messy today— a wrinkled shirt, a tired face, and unruly hair. No wonder Rome called him garbage."I came for you." Greg’s voice was low when he answered. He then pushed the box of roses across the coffee table toward her.Following the box with her eyes, Margaux faked a laugh and then turned back at him. "Aren’t you supposed to save those for my burial?""What the hell are you saying?! You’re my girlfriend, Margaux!" Greg’s fist banged on the table between them. Then he stood up and started pacing back and fort
ROME WAS ALREADY ON HIS WAY BACK when his body stopped pacing in the air vent. He then shook his head a couple of times when Margaux's name started ringing in his head... again.He was still annoyed with the woman, and he was trying to minimize his contact with her. However, how could he do that if he couldn't even think of anything else but her?Just a glimpse of Margaux shouldn't be that bad, right? He has no plan to do anything more than just look at her anyway. He should be okay— he better be. 'Darn.’ Rome was still frowning when he turned to his cara's room. He had no words to describe the need taking over him, but it was more than enough to keep him moving through that tunnel.He was eerily quiet when he stopped by the mesh-covered opening just above Margaux’s room. It had been forty minutes since he last checked on her. Trying to sense what she was doing, he closed his eyes and focused all his attention on what was going on inside her room.'Holy fuck?’ Rome’s eyes fluttered i
"SO WHATS THIS GAME CALLED? Who Wants to Be the Next Corpse?" What Alberta said made Margaux briefly pause from sipping her coffee. Shifting her attention to the older woman occupying the main seat of their table, she frowned, then turned to the man who was silently eating breakfast across from her.Romes calmness about the situation was unnerving. How could he act so casually while Alberta was pulverizing them both?Margaux raised an eyebrow and stared at him even more sternly. It was never in her wildest expectations that Rome would suddenly look up at her and catch her glaring at him.'Shit!' She quickly bowed her head and went back to drinking her coffee. Then, covering the embarrassment that made her blush, she straightened her back and continued eating her meal."What’s wrong with you two?!"Margaux’s and Rome’s plates shook when Alberta hit the table with her hand. And as if it wasn’t enough, the old woman began banging the table successively, causing their utensils to dance t
MARGAUX'S MOVEMENTS WENT WILDER as the music continued. The club was having a rave party tonight, and everybody's emotions were on fire!The lights were blinking, and the smoke covering the place felt like boring holes in her lungs. The floor was swaying, and she could smell the mixed scent of different bodies squeezing with her while dancing through the ear-deafening music.It was dizzying to the hilt, but she wanted it! She needed it!After a few more minutes of power dancing, Margaux started feeling tired. Drunk and a bit high on trip, she pushed whoever was blocking her way. She didn't care about who or how big the body was or if what she did hurt anyone.She was half-witted when she managed to reach the bar and sluggishly hang herself on the smooth table. She gave a sluggish smile to the bartender, then raised four of her fingers. "I nyid my third shot.""Madam, that's your fourth.""My third!" she snapped, with a sudden change in her tone. Her eyes were droopy when she raised on
ROME SIGHED before pulling out the keys from Margaux's bra. He was clenching his jaw painfully as he stopped himself from dipping his fingers back into the soft place where they were.He was trying to be cool when he scooped her from the car's hood and dumped her carelessly on the shotgun seat. She flinched with a slurred cuss, but he deadpanned her and slammed the door on her beautiful face.'God, she's torture, he thought before marching around the car and slumping into the driver's seat. His feet weren't even heating up on the gas yet when he forcefully stepped on it and made the car jet out of the parking lot.He drove like a madman. Everything he saw that night was red. The veins on his wrist were even warning him to burst with how he had been controlling himself. ‘I'll do a killing spree next time you dance in public like that—’"Pull oveh.""Shut up.""Pull oveh Sheven Eleven!"He kicked the brakes without warning and heard a loud thud on the dashboard. His frustration was writ
OPEN FIRE. That was how it was as soon as the hotel door closed. Margaux's grunt was halted when the man before her immediately kissed her mouth. Not a scream, nor even a word. Nothing at all. Just..."Ohh..." she moaned inside his mouth when he bit her lower lips. He was kissing her so aggressively, and all she could do was hold on to the arms caging her.He was a mad kisser—a goddamn expert. And even if he was painfully crushing her lips, she couldn't help but want him more.Her body was reacting to him like iron filings to a magnet. She couldn't help but glue herself to him and mimic how wild he was claiming her. When his bare palm crawled from her waist up to her breast, her body instantly arched to give him more of her, unquestioning and unashamed.He grinned against her mouth, and she drunkenly smiled back with her eyes closed. She pressed her breast harder against his palm. 'Damn! This feels so good...'"Who owns this breast, woman?""My husband." she moaned when he began rolli
IT HAD BEEN TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES since she opened her eyes and found herself dead on the spot. It was a glorious death, though— lying in the middle of a Victorian four-post bed, blankly staring at the expensive chandelier, and being surrounded by a satin bed sheet that must have cost a fortune. The room simply fits a queen. It was just unfortunate that the queen gracing the place was none other than the 'Queen of...' "Scum!" Margaux muttered the word a little too loudly before trashing the comforter above her. Her hands immediately caught her head when it ached. Dizzy is good. Being disoriented is good. But that was only until the initial hangover subsided. She bit her lip when fragmented memories of last night flooded her. More so, upon noticing the wedding ring that was left on her finger. She let out an empty laugh. 'He already ran away! He must have run as if AIDS was after him upon seeing you this morning. Were you really expecting him to wait for you to wake up? You're nothi
"FINDINGS?" [None, Maestro. It’s complicated. I’m still trying to decipher the Alla Mia Amata—] Just like the other nights, Rome found himself shutting his lapel mic off at Lucille. It had been days since he sent her the scanned copy of the music sheet, and each day that passed frustrated him more. He could feel that the paper had something to do with his mission. For Pete’s sake! It was even titled "Alla Mia Amata". How on earth could he be wrong? His jaw was clenched when he looked at Alejandro’s bookshelf again. After adjusting his night-vision glasses, he started scanning all the other books and documents there one by one. He had been religiously sneaking into that room every night, secretly rummaging through his cabinets, and even unlocking his vaults. He had already done everything! But where was the code? 'This is getting fucked up...' Rome shook his head, knowing that being there could be just another waste of time. Nonetheless, he still pulled an old folder from the shelf