Glory - A Passion's Symphony |18+

37. What's going on?!

She's just like candy, she's so sweet
But you know that it ain't real cherry
Know that it ain't real cherry
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
But you know that it ain't real
Know that it ain't real
I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime
Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got....

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Siya

"You're a murderer."

Hearing my words, Ostrich looked at me with a confused expression. I kept staring back at him, trying to hold my ground.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"I mean, you're the killer of my feelings... and my good mood," I said, a hint of frustration slipping into my tone.

"How did I do that?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if trying to figure out what exactly I'd meant.

How could I explain to him that I'd lost track of time, just getting lost in him? And now, just when I was completely absorbed, he'd stopped the car and interrupted me at the worst possible moment.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry now. Let's go?" I said while unbuckling my seatbelt.

This time, Ostrich didn't ask any questions or make any comments. He simply got out of the car with me.

As we walked toward the hotel, there was a quiet understanding between us. Neither of us spoke, but his presence felt close, reassuring in the silence.

We both walked in and sat down at an empty table. And, of course, the thing I always dread happened. The moment the great Ryan Malhotra walked in, the entire staff gathered around our table.

I sat there quietly, while all the staff surrounded Ryan, completely ignoring me. 'Fine, let them ignore me for now. I'll make sure to settle the score with their dear Ryan Malhotra tonight,' I thought to myself.

After finally taking Ryan's order, the waiter left, and I squinted my eyes in irritation, glaring at Ryan...

Just then, his phone rang, and without thinking twice, he placed it to the side, ignoring it completely.

"Hey, whose call is that? You should pick it up. It might be urgent. You even got a call in the car, and you didn't answer then either," I softly told him, urging him to take the call.

He glanced at me, and without saying a word, he finally answered.

As he talked, his expression shifted, growing serious, and without a word to me, he stood up from the table. His face had turned tense. And now wearing an even more serious expression.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Siya, I need to leave urgently. You stay here and have lunch. I'll send some bodyguards and a driver over. Just wait here, okay?"

He turned to leave without waiting for my response, but I stopped him, asking, "But where are you going in such a hurry?"

"I'll explain when I get back," he said, not answering my question but reassuring me that he would return soon.

I didn't say anything and just watched as Ryan walked out.

As I was still watching him leave, a waiter came over to me and said, "Ma'am, please wait a little longer. We'll serve your food in just 5 minutes."