" what the fuck?" I half-shouted.
I tried to move my chair closer, but the table obstructed my way.
I quickly took out my phone and took a picture of the side of his face as his back was facing me.
" hazel stop it you can not take someone's picture like that it is known as stalking..." Kristoff half yelled.
"That's my friend, " I said pausing for a brief second "but not anymore....." I replied through gritted teeth.
He smiled "you're beautiful " he complimented out of nowhere trying to hold my hand, I quickly moved it away chucking the entire glass of water.
I took a glance at Zach's table once again, that is when I notice he was here with Cassie, he lied to us for her like gosh seriously.
Why is my day going this horrible, first this annoying date, second those dumb jerks, and now zach...gosh more what is left someone that I have been running away from.
I looked at my phone hoping someone would call me so I could excuse myself away , but realising I don't have the privilege of it I sighed in annoyance.
I looked towards Kristoff who was eyeing me creepily.
The waiter came in with our food, he placed the oysters in the center, placing the tiramisu in front of me.
" we did not order that ?" Kristoff was quick enough.
" no sir, it's from that man," the waiter said pointing towards the table of jerks.
The guy looked at me winking his eye.
There was a note, written on the tissue.
It read ' tiramisu is meant to be eaten before lovemaking, this is your dessert, you would be mine tonight' I crushed the note , getting myself ready to punch the shit out of him.
" hazel sit down your making a scene " Kristoff half yelled.
I looked toward him glaring.
"you're embarrassing me," he said again I plopped myself on the chair annoyed.
" let's just get it over with, " I said curtly, not bothered about his feelings anymore.
I dug the fork angrily into the tiramisu enjoying it, I should be benefited from something in this situation that I am stuck in right.
" Kristoff!" a squeaky high pitched voice yelled.
I looked up seeing a lady with pepper grey hair, wearing a white fur coat and a black knee-length dress looking at us pissed, she looked like she was trying too hard to impress someone.
I looked towards Kristoff who looked like a deer caught in headlights, he slowly stood up.
Looking at her " what...are...you....do..doing here?" he barely stuttered out.
" who the fuck is this? " she yelled looking at me, I ignored them enjoying the tiramisu.
" I thought you were in Morocco..." he said.
"Ya, you would wish that, so that you could fuck around with hoe's," she said scowling at me.
I placed my fork angrily over the table standing up.
" first of all I don't know who you are and I don't care what relation you have with this man but you don't have any right to talk to me like that," I said trying to contain my anger.
At this point, everyone started looking at the commotion we were causing making me very anxious.
" I am his wife bitch " she snarled out.
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" Bitter Truth ".
RomantikThe smile on his face, misleading. The innocence in his eyes makes you believe something that's not true. His laughter makes the brave hearts tremble. He was termed to be innocently cruel. He isn't your typical mafia. He is 'Austin Wilker.' ©️ Copy...
