"Hi." Massy heard a familiar voice as she was about to leave the kitchen.
"Hi" she mumbled holding the tray she was holding firmly to her chest.
Richard stared at the tray she was holding "you also love midnight tea, I suppose?" He inquired
"Yeah" She mumbled, replying him as flatly as she could.
"I also like midnight tea." He said with a smile.
"Got to go" she said trying to walk away
"Why the rush?" He said stopping her.
"You won't understand." She thought as her eyes darted to the golden clock.
She gasped when she saw the time "I'm dead meat." She thought as she tried to walk away.
She would have gone successfullly but he held her by the wrist which made her groan in pain.
Richard stared at her eyes and then to her hand only to see bruises from lashes.
His eyes widened at sight of it "Holly Molly, what happened..."
And before he could finish his statement, she snatched her hand away from his hold and ran to Malik's room.
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"You're seven minutes, twenty eight seconds late." Malik said huskily immediately she stepped into his room with the tray in her hand.
"I'm sorry " she apologized.
"Say sorry to your pathetic self" he says with coldness that did not make her shiver like before, she was just cold.
"Make me another one in a minute." He ordered without allowing her to drop down the tray.
She bit her lips staring at the tray of tea before walking out to make another one.
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"You should be ready for today's night, it won't be like other nights, a very special and unforgettable experience for you I believe."
"Hmmm" she breathed, remembering all he has done for her in the past already and wondering what more worse thing he could do at this point.
"You don't have to worry about your dress, it would be delivered to you when the day breaks." He said as she dropped the fifth tea she had make for him.
She stared at him perplexed, and she wanted to ask questions but bit her lips to stop herself from saying anything else.
"You want to say something?" He inquired with his dark gaze on her, but she nodded a no reply.
His eyes darted to her body, he noticed a large bruise on her right arm, and he wanted to ask questions.
He knew better than quizzing her at that moment so he stopped himself so as not to look like he cared about her.
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A familiar figure stepped into the casino dressed in black long coat, he walked towards one corner and sat down.
He sat watching as the other gamblers played across the room, he looked randomly but particularly, he stared at a man.
His untearing gaze was fixed on the guy with tattooed body who was surrounded with ladies.
After watching him for a few minutes, he brought out his phone and typed something on it quickly.
Immediately he did that, the tattooed guy phone made a sound, making him to bring out his phone to check.
A little frown settled on his face as he gazed at the screen of his phone, so he looked up scanning the room before excusing his self.
And just immediately after he (the tattooed guy) walked out, the black coat guy followed him too outside.
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"What do you want?" The tattooed guy inquired without turning back immediately they got to a vicinity far away from the casino.
The guy in coat chuckled "aren't you happy to see me?" He teased making the tattooed guy scoff.
"Why should I? We are not even friends, we are just business partners."
"You are still the same way, fetish as always."The guy in coat said, making the tattooed guy rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?"
"Do you think I need something?"
"Of course, you never show up without a cause." The tattooed guy said, making the guy in coat nodd smiling and putting his hand in his pocket.
"I need information on her." The guy in coat stated.
"Who if I may ask?" the tattooed guy asked turning to face him.
"Stop pretending not to know."
"You're still obsessed with her?" The tattooed guy inquired, and his "friend" just shrugged out angrily.