Book TRK
17
At ‘Huzek meals’ restaurant, two streets away from the boxing center, sat two people at the extreme of the restaurant. If you look closer, you’d discover something. What is it? Yeah it’s those two from the boxing ring (stage): Angel and the unknown man but right now no one would recognize them.
Angel has taken off her mask, and she turns out to be Liana but the man is sporting a cap and black sunglasses. Now that she took a better view of him, she found him to be hot and taller than her late grandpa. Her grandma’s words ” Bring a man home by Friday next week” kept resounding in her ears. She nodded her head and smiled.
She daydreamed.
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“Anything amusing you my princess?” he asked as he gorged on the rice and salad. He had two big chickens at the side of the big plate and a big can of chilled coke by his side.
“Oh, nothing much. I just recalled a childhood memory.” Liana lied and continued eating.
“So, where would you like to go my lady” the man asked again. His tenor voice was so soothing to the hearer.
“Em… I just want you to sing me a song and I’ll also sing or dance for you as a reward.”she said dreamily.
“I’m afraid that is impossible, my princess” the man coughed and drank the coke.
“Come on! I’ll do whatever you want later” Liana tried to act cute, but it failed on this guy.
“We’re not that close, sorry” he replied, and she sighed.
“Actually, Blake, I’m in love with you. You’re the only one who I’ve been comfortable with. I love you. So” Liana leaves her chair and walks around him. Then she goes on one knee and brings out a small purple box from her jeans and gently opens. By now, everyone’s attention is fixed on them.
“Blake, I love you so much. Since I’ve met you, my life has become sweeter. You make my heart beat and I want you to be my fiancee and quickly impregnate me so…” her words weren’t completed coz she received a punch in the face.
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This woke her up from her daydream.
She noticed her chin down to her green t-shirt was wet. Gosh! What happened? Was she really dreaming so vividly with eyes open? And in front of Blake whom she just met. AH, SO EMBARRASSING!
But wait, did he punch her? She saw that the man was no longer sitting there but was leaving.
“I already settled the bill,” he yelled and ran off.
“That bastard! I let him off easy on the ring, and he’s so ungrateful.” she rose and took off her t-shirt and used the wrong side to clean her mouth and neck. She wore a singlet underneath. She left the t-shirt on the table and placed 100 dollars on the waiters hand.
“Help me dump that shirt.” without waiting for a reply she ran off with her purse chasing after the guy. ( whom I will now call Blake Millan)
“Bastard, don’t run. You dimwit and coward! Don’t you have ca conscience You wanna escape after what you did. Get back here, bastard” she kept yelling as she chased him earning looks from others. Then an idea came to her.
When they both made a turn around a passage way, Liana began to yell.
“Help me catch him. Thief! Thief! Catch that man in a red t-shirt. Thief! Thief” immediately, some youths started chasing the man into an alley where they held him down.
“Ma’am, we caught him” one panting youth said.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Liana surprisingly took out money from her purse and shooed them away.
“Ma’am isn’t he a thief?” another youth asked in confusion.
“Yes, but I know him. Just leave” Liana walked closer to Blake who couldn’t run any longer.
“Blake, Blake, if you want to live, be my… BOYFRIEND!” she stated before kissing him on the lips and running off. Blake in question remained stunned on the ground for a while.
“What… what just happened?” he brought his right hand to his right cheek, still unable to register what Liana did.
“Damn… did she just kiss me? How bold!” he thought but at the same time a smile came to his lips. “Doesn’t she want a boyfriend? I’ll fulfill her wish.” he muttered and caressed his cheek like it was the best thing ever. His subordinate wearing white t-shirt and purple shorts along with a white cap and gucci sandals, hidden in the shadows kept shaking his head. Had his boss become silly just because some fiery lass kissed him? Ah, if he tells this to his fellows they will be shocked. His boss is the top 3 most eligible bachelor in Doe city but now he has come to Y city to have fun forgetting all his plans.
The subordinate was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when his boss was behind him. He felt two cold rough hands wrap around his belly from behind and it took all his willpower not to gasp. Wasn’t his box in the alley just now? When did he… get behind him?
“Clark, your awareness as a shadow guard is too low. If I were a wicked man, I’d have plucked out your balls and forced you to eat them” Blake said in a husky voice.
“Ah… sorry boss! I’m so sorry for failing you, I promise it won’t happen again” the shadow guard (whom we will refer to from now on as Clark Rays) spoke flatly.
“You’re sorry? If I met a bad man and he bullied me, do you think sorry can cover it? And that girl also took advantage of me in my low moments. If she stripped me naked and did lots of indescribable stuff to me, what face would I have left? If I was prematurely delivered to mother nature, then would you be able to retain your big head? I’ve never hurt anyone in my life; I’m a puny human being whom the breeze could just sweep away from the land, isn’t that enough reason for you to pay attention to my every move?” Blake asked in a teasing manner but Clark wanted nothing but to run off now.
‘What girl bullied you? You were clearly enjoying it. Who would even accept the big bounty to kill you? Be realistic boss! I can’t even defeat you if we go intense. And what innocent, weak righteous man needing help? You are more like a demon who eat people’s brains everyday for food. Ptui!’ Clark didn’t dare voice out his opinions; he still wanted to enjoy life and grow old naturally in satisfaction okay!
“Why don’t you reply me? Do you not put me in your eyes coz I’m scarred? Or is it because I’m not a girl? But I have a broad chest, I can take off my shirt now and you’d see how pin my nipples are. My eight packs also ain’t for show. Clarkie, don’t you like my hug?” Blake asked, his tone was more like a wronged elegant wife.