Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Thank God. He was beginning to think that he was mute. And he? Her patron was a he? Who was he?
“But that will be tomorrow. We have to stop at one of the safe houses and plan….” Andrew trailed off realizing he wasn’t supposed to give her too much information. At least until they knew she was not going to be a liability to them.
Maggie noticed his action and shrugged,” I just want to know I’m safe, “
“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me. It’s an order from above that I can’t defile even if I want to exchange you for forty million,” He intentionally held her gaze while saying that.
Maggie was supposed to be scared shit by that comment but she wasn’t, he had a sardonic sense of humor. He didn’t scare her.
“What do you guys do for a living? From what I’ve seen so far, you don’t look like law-abiding citizens,” Maggie took advantage of the moment, who knows when he will open up to her again?
Andrew turned to her, “Are you then a law-abiding citizen? Can you swear to me that aside from your ‘case’…. ” he put it mildly, “That you haven’t broken the law? That you haven’t stolen? Failed to pay taxes? Received or given a bribe? Malpractice? Have you?” his gaze bore into hers with blazing intensity causing to squirm on her seat uneasily.
“A-hem,” Maggie cleared her throat awkwardly, “You should focus on the road. We can’t escape an accident only to die in one caused by you,” she tactically avoided the question.
Andrew gave her what she would interpret as a cold sneer instead of a smile. She just thought that they must be a bunch of criminals… Well, it was better she left this sensitive topic. It was a grey area anyway.
Learning from the previous conversation, Maggie didn’t attempt to stir up another discussion,?choosing to enjoy the silence until they got to their destination.
It was funny how she could trust a total stranger. Someone who could easily kill and bury her in a place where no one would find her; someone who could easily sell her off into prostitution or sell her organs without anyone coming to her aid. Even so, it was better than getting her heart ripped out by the one she thought loved her. Fernandez not only broke her, but he also destroyed her. Maybe that was why she didn’t care anymore, she no longer had a purpose – a motivation.
Her initial purpose and motivation had been to end Fernandez, and when she finally did, Maggie was satisfied but empty. There was just this hollow feeling in her chest, she lost her motivation to live anymore. But that was until Cecil, the woman fought for her so fiercely that she had a motive once again – win this case and thank her properly.
However, that motivation was ruined by that crash and her escape. She didn’t stand trial; she ran. The motivation shattered. Now, she just flowed with the wind, lived with the moment, and see where life takes her. There was just no passion anymore.
It took them about two hours to reach their destination and it was just a small duplex in a little village. However, with the look people gave her, Maggie had a feeling she was an outlander – she didn’t belong here.
“Don’t mind their probing stares,” Andrew told her as soon as they stepped down, “It’s not every day that they get to see a new face and they have many reasons to be cautious,”
And yeah, she could relate. They were afraid she was a spy or might tattle tale them to the Law – if only they knew she was running from the law as well. How amusing.
While they walked in, Maggie found pots around the house with the legendary palmate leaf with serrated leaflets. They were growing cannabis? No wonder the villagers seemed so worried about her presence. They were cultivating marijuana and she wasn’t really sure if that was legal in this jurisdiction. She bet the answer was a no. Nor would it surprise her if she stumbled upon major indoor marijuana grow operation. Her feeling was right, she was dealing with criminals.
“You should stay here for today,” Andrew led her to a room that wasn’t exactly lavish but decent. The bed was at the least comfortable and her body needed some sleep.
“Thank you,” She said to him.
“You have your bathroom and toilet stocked with every necessary toiletries,” He informed her, “There’s first aid at the cabinet, your wound is not that deep so you can help yourself. You just need to wash the blood, I’ll get you an ice pack and you have some painkillers. Then off to bed immediately. I want you strong and healthy tomorrow if you want to see your patron,” Andrew threatened her knowing she would do the opposite of rest. He could see through her; there was a playful gleam in her eyes.
“Sir, yes, sir,” Maggie saluted him, a smile tugging on her lips. He had not seen that coming.
Andrew was close to laughing but controled the twitch of his lips, this was a mission, not a date nor leisure hour with this woman. He still doesn’t know why Sakuzi wanted her at the base?- this wasn’t their mode of operation.
“I’ll get you your food,” He turned away immediately else his mask falls off.
However, she announced from behind, “Add some cannabis to my food, I want to get high,”
The third point of view:
Maggie was high, really, really, high in the sky, and then she crashed. Badly. Plummeted Iike sixty feet from the sky. However, she still had her bones intact.
The woman woke up with a start, her eyes immediately connecting with honey-brown eyes. For a while, none of them said a word, just staring at each other until he spoke, “Are you done hugging my body?” Andrew spoke icily as usual, but beneath that arctic layer, she could sense a hint of amusement. Her being stupid entertained him.
She looked down, “Oh,” realizing indeed that she was hugging his body as if she was sleeping with her teddy.
“Sorry,” She apologized, blushing scarlet red and as well, wondering what in the world happened here. This was not her room – probably his from the look of things – and how had she gotten here. The only thing she remembered was cleaning up her wound and eating… It hit her.
Her eyes widened, “You put cannabis in my food?”
“Didn’t you ask for it?” he gave her a blank stare.
“I was joking! Can’t you take a little joke?” no wonder her food tasted extra good last night. It was the best rice dish she had ever tasted.
“Unfortunately, we don’t joke with shit around here. Perhaps the next time, you make yourself explicitly clear,” He said, standing up to his feet and began to take off his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“I smell like shit because I couldn’t take a bath last night thanks to you hoarding my body and refusing to let go. Now, I finally have to take my bath, hallelujah! And you should do the same, we’d be leaving in an hour,”
Maggie smiled, “This is the longest you’ve talked to me since we knew each other. I never knew you were talkative,” She said, trying not to linger on the sight of his bare body.
Andrew winced, “If that’s the case, that means you don’t remember last night, and do I have to seek your permission before I undress in my own privacy?” he asked her.
“No, you don’t….” she stopped dead at the scars on his back. What in the name of God!
“What happened to you? Who did this to you?” She tried to touch the scar on his back but he swatted her hand away.
“My ex-girlfriend’s father, your patron,” He confessed, watching as her jaw dropped. He smirked knowingly, “I bet you don’t want to see him anymore,”
“Oh no,” her face was red and determined, “I want to meet him so I can give him a piece of my mind!” She was furious, “Why would he do this to you?”
Andrew was dumbfounded. He had intentionally told her that to see her reaction and this wasn’t what he expected.
“You don’t have to give him a piece of your mind or anything, I deserved that,”
“Why would you say so?” Maggie couldn’t understand him. He was abused physically for God’s sake.
“I broke his daughter’s heart in the most humiliating way possible. I cheated on her,” Andrew confessed.
Bang!