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Xavier Romano, a trained assassin who lives by moral code, and only listens to his state of mind gets a deal to adduct Eliza Othman, a pharmacist who would think thrice before hurting a soul.
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Getting up Xavier walks to get out off the room as he closes the door behind leaving me in confusion.
Did he just say he'll handle the family part? How on earth does he plan on doing that? My dad is going to shoot him the moment he finds out he has me hostage in his place.
And he plans on persuading my father? I laugh out like a maniac thinking of the outcome of what's going to happen to Xavier.
Oh wait. But why am I laughing? Soon I'll be crying when my dad shoots him and I'll be left with Thomas on my tail trying to capture me..
No. I cannot let that happen. Xavier is my last resort to have a stable life. Well not stable as in stable but comparing it with Thomas on the run for me it's very much stable.
Ugh all this tension caused me to sweat. I repeat during this snowing weather I am sweating.
Wow. Just wow.
I need a shower. Getting up from where I was sitting, I take some clothes from the closet as I open my scarf and lock the door before entering the washroom.
I walk in to the bath, and wash off the worrying scent off me and use a flavourless shower gel.
I rinse off the soap and shampoo and take the towel to dry myself. Patting the soft purple towel I remove every ounce of water and put on my clothes.
Usually I wear a bathrobe and then put on the after shower products but since few days I just put the lotion and cream in the washroom before putting on my clothes as it fells more safer then to be undressed in a strangers room.
Even though the room has started to feel like mine I try to avoid being to comfortable as I have to leave someday.
One of the problems I faced as a teenager was attachment. My attachment and sentiment towards things or people always was too quick. And that scared me more then anything else.
Whenever me and my family used to visit our home country. We were often invited to many places and I often ended up being too attached to leave the place so I try to not get too connected now.
Anyways, I finished praying. And after feeling slightly recharged I muster up the courage to go downstairs.
Walking out of my room I bump into Flo who is in a exceptionally good mood. Hmm that is suspicious..
"Hey Flo what up?" She comes by my side and jumps in the air and bumps to my side almost making me fall with her strong body as I hold the railing for support.
"Whoa chill woman" I say her as she beams me a bright smile. I smile back at her in a questioning manner as she speaks.
"I heard about the wedding oh my gosh I am so excited you've no ideaaa"
My smile slightly drops at her words but I manage not to stiffen at her words. Atleast someone is finding joy at my plight even if it's not myself.
"Yeahhh" I say in an awkward and long manner as she senses my awkwardness.
"Chill I know it's weird but I got your back, here's your phone sorry Xavier asked me to give you long back but my forgetful ass forgot about it"
"What do you mean long back? How long?" I ask her as she puts up a 'sorry' expression on and I repeat myself " how long back Flo?"
"Around a week back?"
"What?" I say loud enough to feel the harwood floor's vibration.
"Sorry I forgot, please don't kill me"
"You know for an assassin you sure are convincing" she shots me a look as I ignore her.
So all this while Xavier thought I had my phone and I was thinking about how much of a jerk he is but in reality he was treating like a normal being not a captivator.
Urghhhh My fate. Why is it like this??? I swear I'll go insane if I stay like this one more second.
"I need to talk to Xavier, where is he?"
"He is in his room, but Eliza wai-" Before she could complete her sentence I storm off to Xavier's room.
Without knocking I open the door and holy moly-
Xavier is shirtless....
He is in a towel...
I repeat he is in a towel.
Oh my lord. My eyes trail to his forehead with droplets of water dripping to his forearm and then to his lowers abs. Oh lord. Eliza stop. I should totally look away now right? Yes LOOK AWAY!!
But why is it so hard? Eliza stop. A dash of moral values taught by my father hits me as I look away.
I knew he was ripped but this ripped? like wow, even with the light blocking the view he looks out of the world.
He clears his throat and says " is there anything you needed?" With a teasing tone and a smug face on.
Urgh he is not gonna let this go. Especially with smirking like that? Not soon.
Avoiding his eye contact I say "Umm yea.. I mean yes" but only a sound of squeakiness comes out. Oh lord.
"Yes, I need to talk to you, call me after you get dressed"
