Chapter 144
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Me: "How difficult is it for you to keep one damn promise!" Sending that I got quick reply back, causing me to stop mid-walk and having me stand in the middle of the hallway.
Private Number: "Well it depends how much worth keeping the promise is. But what got you so heated?"
Me: "I guess that means that keeping me in your life means nothing. Don't worry I'll gladly take my stuff and go somewhere where even you can reach!"
Private Number: "Kitten, I haven't broken that promise once. What happened?"
Me: "Don't act like you don't know what happened!"
Private Number: "I'm not acting. I truly do not have a fucking clue why you're so angry at me. I'm not spying on you anymore, remember?"
Huh, I guess he's keeping his promise? I thought pleasantly surprised.
Me: "So you have nothing to do with Sabrina's sudden disappearance?" I pressed. Seeing the next message pop-up, I narrowed my eyes.
Private Number: "Who?"
Me: "Don't play dump with me, Mark. Or I'll be the one who will disappear next." I threatened.
Private Number: "You know what? How about you come to my office so that we can talk about it properly."
Not sure whether it was a good idea to be alone with him in a room I wrote,
Me: "I still have a lot of work to do-" But simultaneously a new message from Mark popped up, intervening and preventing me from sending the message as it caused me to stiffen up in place.
Private Number: "I'll give you a real reason to run away if you don't come right now."
Grumbling as I erased my message I wrote instead, "fine." And send it before making my way to his office.
I had to drag my feet as I trudged deliberately. The stares that my colleagues threw at me were daunting, watching me intently how I shuffled my way to Mark's office. Standing in front of the wide black doors that formed the entrance to Mark's office I wondered if it was a wise idea to enter, not wanting to give the people inside the building more materials to gossip about.
The last thing that I want them to misunderstand about is that I went to Mark's office because of a booty-call. I was about to pull out my phone to tell Mark that I'll just talk to him when we get off work when the doors suddenly opened by themselves to reveal Mark standing there. "Are you planning to stand there for the rest of the day?" He mused with an arched brow.
Responding to that I shook my head in a surprised daze. Mark then reached his hand out to grasp me by the wrist and pulls me swiftly inside, bringing forth a startled yelp from my lips that even reached the ears of my colleagues until he shut the doors behind me- pushing my back against one of them. One of his hands was placed on my shoulder to keep me perched against the cold wooden door and his other hand rested above my head as he leaned in closely- invading my personal place, making me question whether he knew what a personal-space even was.
My heart skipped a beat seeing him up so close. His masculine scent penetrated my nostrils, triggering the memories that had been created at the night of our union. The sheen of sweat that glossed our bodies as we were mushed against each other creating passionate movements that left both of us breathless. On the mere thought of it made my body react to him as it wanted to relive that night.
"So, who is this Sabrina person that's putting a wedge in our love life, hmm?" A dangerous edge could be heard in Mark's voice, turning the smile on his face that was meant to be sweet into something eerie and brooding.
I pushed his hand off me as I glowered at him. "Are you really going to keep acting like this? Weren't you the one who said that it would be shameful if you didn't know all the names of your employees? I didn't know that the men in black had arrived, cause they sure took a chunk out of your memory." I snorted sardonic, before folding my arms over my chest.
Tilting his head to the side while staring at me with his signature smile he started, "My sweet little kitten," Using his free hand to play with the locks of my ponytail. "There are millions of Sabrinas in this world and I only have killed a handful of them. So, you got to be more precise about which Sabrina we are speaking of."
Mark brought a hair strand to his lips, kissing it while keeping his piercing gaze focused on me and it almost took all of my willpower to keep my hardened gaze from withering away. "We are talking about Sabrina Hills. What did you do to her?"
His brow rose up, amusement dancing on it. "Why are you so sure that I had something to do with it?"
"I have known you longer than a day Mark. Also, I can just feel it in my gut that you had a hand in it."
"Or you're just hungry?" He commented to have me narrow my eyes at him as I growled at him disgruntledly. "Stop derailing the conversation and start answering me already."
He hummed in complacent before staring heavenwards; combing through his memories about Sabrina Hills. The smile that was already present on his face then increased in width before his eyes went back down to meet mine as he chimed, "Ah~ her? Yeah, she's dead."
