What I would give to have those times back.
What an irony? The same thing I wanted to end is one of the things I wish to have back.
I reached near him to stand right in front of him while keeping some distance between us. Yet his scent is doing great job in making me forget why I am here for.
The same scent that he is aware that I am addicted to.
“Or are you here to get me arrested? Seeing that you had informed them about me being drugged?” I continued.
“I am not the informant.” He said with his usual cold eyes that I am very much used to now.
“If you are not, then why did the officers looked behind you with a meaning eyes.” I asked.
“If I did something I have absolutely no trouble in saying that out loud.” He replied.
“It must be why you had asked your PR then to cover the Keith Gardener case. Right?” I scoffed.
“Not my idea but your dad’s. But I would gladly love to tell who had snitched on you.” He smirked.
