THE KILLER

CHAPTER 3

6 years later...

It was a snowy December Morning in California. I was kind of cursing my suit tie for playing hide and seek with me.Maria was sleeping. I didn't want to wake her up as she had not slept the whole night. Giving up on the tie, I took the last sip of coffee from my cup looking outside the window. I saw a little kid passionately building a snowman with his father. I wish I could see his snowman but I looked down at my watch and smiled sadly. I turned back and saw Maria standing behind me with my black suit tie in her hand. I smiled, went near her and wrapped my arms around her back. She starred at me with her complaining beautiful eyes while knotting my tie. I smiled as apology and kissed her bare shoulder.

'You thought you'll leave without saying good bye?' She grouched.

'You want to say something.' I smiled looking at her face.

'What made you feel that?' She smiled back.

I just kept on looking at her face.

'No, nothing.' She put her head on my shoulder.

I found it strange but didn't say anything.

'I always wanted to see Eifel tower,' She whispered.

'Why didn't you tell me before?' I asked in wonder.

'You didn't take me in your arms like this before.' She smiled.

She smiled, smiled, she smiled and her lightening bright smile could make the stars fall down to earth but couldn't stop her hidden but gone rebel tear fall from her eye.

'I'm so foolish,' She wiped the icy tear away in hurry.

'You want to come?' I asked.

'Yeah, someday.' She was smiling but I knew it's her strength.

'Okay, we are late.'I said looking at my watch.

'Yes, have a safe flight.' She said.

'Surely, we'll!' I smiled.

'What?' She asked in disbelieve.

I lifted her up with ease.

'But like this?' I could feel her pounding heart across my heart.

'Yes, I'll love to.' I said.

'No, I mean dressed like this?Now, I'm wife of a celebrity.'She laughed naughtily.

She was in my white shirt which was obviously too loose on her and her night trouser.

'You are looking so beautiful,' I said.

'And if you look a little more, I doubt if I'll wait for Paris.'

Her cheeks turned red and she closed her eyes laughing, resting her face along my chest. I walked down stairs lifting her in my arms.

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'Ladies and Gentleman! We are live tonight from Paris with the man in spot for his upcoming film Alex John-The Killer.' The French television host introduced me.

'Boring.' I answered.

'As rude as The Killer!'

'So, Alex John?'

'Yes?'

'The Killer?'

'Alex.'