Taste of Love - (Gal Gadot)

19 (2/2)

"Go wait inside of the car. I've left it unlocked, I'll be there shortly, I just need to make a quick phone call, okay?"

I bit my lip, I hadn't wanted to leave Gal, not even for the slightest second. But within a moment, I sighed, giving in, as I nodded my head, and ushered away, leaving the grocery store, and making my way to Gal's Porsche, which she indeed had left it unlocked.

I rolled my eyes as I left out a slight chuckle. Perhaps, it was my paranoia, but even I, a regular person, wouldn't be careless enough to leave my door unlocked at any given moment, let alone someone with a lot of publicity such as Gal's, but I digress.

I made myself comfortable as I leaned back, and kept my eyes on passerby's as they made their way in and out. I slowly got lost in a daze, not realizing that quick phone call that Gal told me about, was taking a hell of a long time.

"C'mon, Gal. What's taking you so long?" I mumbled to myself, as a little part of me was hopeful every time the door opened up, but my hopes shortened as Gal was nowhere to be found.

I was growing impatient, and I didn't want to spend the rest of my remaining time, doing nothing as I sat on the passenger seat of her car. I was growing bored, more impatient, and sooner than later, I've had enough.

So I pulled myself out, shut the door, and went searching for those brown eyes I could easily lose myself in. My frustration was growing more and more, as the more I searched, the more I couldn't find, until I had made my way to the very back, where I heard a slight commotion, a raise of familiar tones speaking, which grew my curiosity and attraction.

I discreetly made my way to the corner, keeping myself hidden as I expected to peak, and find Gal on the phone, only to find her facing off with no other than Cassie herself.

My breath began to grow unsteady. I was becoming nervous, and anxious. Keeping my eyes mainly on Gal, I could see her rage, it was like no other I've seen before. I thought I knew of her madness of that night where she had attacked Donny, but this was nothing compared to it.

My immediate assumption was that Gal had thought Cassie may have liked me, and wanted to confront her directly, but the more I tuned in to the conversation, the more my confusion began to arise.

I watched, my hidden eyes, locate Gal's fingers repeatedly being pressed against Cassie's chest, as the space that was in between them was now shut. Gal walked closer towards her, they were barely a few inches apart, but Cassie was calm... a little too calm, and that worried me.

"You never listen, do you?" Gal spat, her eyes fixating onto Cassie whom nonchalantly kept herself quiet, as she listened, not giving to much of a care what Gal was saying.

"No. Believe me, I listen, I just don't obey. Surely to someone like you." Cassie responded back, a sinister smile spread across her face, as she tilted her head to the left, and kept her gaze fixated on Gal whom had her fists clenched together, ready to attack.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Cassie. You're getting too close again."

"You feel threatened. So you slip into a character to try to dehumanize yourself as much as possible because you don't like being vulnerable, Gal. It's sad, quite embarrassing too. I almost pity you."

As much as I had wanted to continue eavesdropping, I simply couldn't, as my mind began to race, my thoughts were completely scattered and all over the place. I was god wrong, Gal and Cassie don't like each other, and that was very obvious to see, but the reasoning wasn't.

It had nothing to do with me, it was clear that they know each other personally, there's history there, but I was only left with more questions with no answers whatsoever.