The Guy I Married

♠ 41- A twist; Wema

•Shawn•

"Curtis?" I spun to see her standing in a spot with folded arms. She had not left there since she got into the house. I closed our distance, holding her firmly by the waist before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Gosh, I missed this. I missed you."

Some months ago, I couldn't utter these words. Somehow, I was saying things and expressing myself to her. Man, I've fallen in too deep and I can't get out. Everything about this woman was mesmerizing. From her body, to her style, to get scent. Absolutely stunning.

"Come, I made dinner." I took her hand in mine as the other hand was bandaged because of the sniper wound and led her to the dinning. I tucked her in her sit and pulled mine from the other end.

"Thank you." She murmured.

"I thought-" I said while dishing the meal I had prepared. "-I should do something for you. But I wondered what, I mean, you practically have everything. So I decided to make a nice romantic dinner. I knew you would be tired from working all day, love. And we wouldn't want to stress your arm since you're still recovering. And don't you worry, after this, we have a little massage session. Me and you." I winked at her, grinning.

She only stared back at me with a piercing gaze and a questioning look on her face. Like she wanted to say something, but what.

Six mute minutes into dinner, my eyes remained on her steadily as I finished the contents of my plate. She on the other hand, was barely eating. Overall, this awkward silence I was getting from her didn't sit well with me.

"Curtis.."

She raised her gaze towards me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No."

"Is something bothering you?"

"No."

Damn. Not only was I getting the silent treatment, I was getting the NO's. I think now I understand a little bit how she felt when I ignored her back then. Damn. Shit hurt.

After a clenching silence later,

"Say Shawn, I was wondering. How did you know about the sniper at the party?"

All activities happening at the table, paused.

"Excuse me?" I had to ask.

"I'm sorry. I was just curious."

She had a blank expression on her face. Why was this a topic so suddenly? Was she suspecting something? Is that what this silence was about?

"The building was filled with security officials, Curtis, as well as cameras. It was quite easy." I said with a Stern tone. A bit of my old self.

She laughed aloud. "Somehow, it felt like you knew I was targeted. So, I was thinking. Maybe it's just my imagination." She continued her hysteric laughter.

I felt blood drain from my face. It was quite obvious I was mad now. That laughter irked me badly. How was any of this funny? I suddenly lost my appetite. Throwing the napkin on the table, I exited.

"Shawn...?"

•~

I was pacing in the bedroom with folded hands. These questions Curtis asked earlier knocked me back to reality. This wasn't the time to act lovey dovey. I was in a war. A war with Aman and a war against time.

I left home 3 days ago to track down who the sniper was at the party. But my investigations amounted to nothing. The guy freaking killed himself before my guys caught him. I knew now had to change my strategy. But how can I keep Curtis safe and track Aman at the same time? She doesn't even understand her life was in danger. Would things be easier if I just told her the truth? Damn.