Vic
Glancing back at her, I knew she was pissed. The slight red in her cheeks gave it away. She pull that poker face all she wants, but I will always know. Always. I placed my keys on the table and took a seat. She wasn't going to nowhere until I got my answers. I mean that.
"So you gone tell me or nah?" I folded my arms.
"Tell you what?" she leaned forth.
"What your little secret is. I did some digging. You don't exist. Josphine Ciara Marshall does not exist. Period. You are basically ficition. But that can't be right. You sitting here in my face. Human. Flesh and bone. So, what is your little secret?" I gritted.
"You did a background check Vic?" she smirked, leaning back.
"So you still playing?" I asked, anger creeping in.
"Nobody is playing. I find it cute." she chuckled.
"I find it annoying. Who are you really?"
"In time love." her voice grew soft.
"You don't have the time." I pointed out.
"What do you mean?" confusion crossing her face.
"If you don't explain yourself in the next five minutes, I'm walking. I am serious this time."
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