Green-minded (EDITING) ✔

T W E N T Y - T H R E E: One night

*Tony's POV*

"Are you kidding me? You're married. Your wife is gonna kill me."

Amber's words echo inside my head...

For a brief moment, there was an awkward silence in the car...

Then, Greg and I burst out laughing-- an earsplitting horselaugh to be exact. I recover first from that funny remark made by this gorgeous lady beside me, "Marriage? Never in my vocabulary, babe."

Greg shakes his head, unable to stop himself from grinning.

She looks stunned, "Don't lie to me and don't call me babe." Her expression appears sour as she tells me that, but is that a ghost of a smile on her face?

"Why should I lie to you and have you been living under a rock all these years?" I can't help but a belly laugh.

"Stop joking around. I'm working my ass off to put food on the table. Don't have time for digging the itsy-bitsy, juicy details of a Hollywood star's life." I roll my green eyes. Cute, "Then, were you divorced?"

Greg spots the rearview mirror to peek at my reaction. I snort, "Basic logic, babe. Never married, so never divorced. Amber, I didn't imagine this side of you."

"What?" Her brows pull together. Cuter.

"The gullible side that believes in fake news and is fond of gossips." Chuckling, I realize that I haven't had fun like this for a very long time.

Not since Ash.

Stop thinking about her, Tony, you'll spoil the fun.

Though she's going to smile she purses her lips instead, leans her back on the soft, leather car seat, seems thinking about something deep, then another gunshot fires at me, "Then, how about your kid?" Where the heck did she get all these?

"I had a kid once.." I respond dryly.

She nods, "I see."

"In the movie, 'Single Dad'. Are you high?" I wince. A very amusing lady I have here.

"N-no." Confusion paints her face. She's acting extremely odd, "Hey! I don't do drugs, okay?!" Erase that, she's her old self, she pivots her head to stare curiously at my face, cutest, "Then the last question, I heard you were getting married to uh- is it, Joan Myers? The Supermodel. Not sure of the name. You know her, right? And she was pregnant."

That's some good boffs, "How many bombs do you carry with you? I'm afraid you might blow up my car, this is pretty expensive and new."

"I'm serious. Answer me."

Wow, I'm weirded out by the fact that she truly comes across as serious about it.

I clear my throat, "Why should I? Thought you ain't interested in the itsy bitsy, juicy details of a Hollywood star's life?" I mimic her tone and the rolling of her eyes.

"Fine. We're already miles away from the bar, thanks to your pretty expensive and new car." She's imitating mine as well, "So can you pretty please with a cherry on top, allow my presence to leave this precious car of yours that I may also be out of your sight?" Sarcastic but why am I so entertained with this girl?

"Hold your nerve. You'll stay with me, just for the night. And to answer your question, Joan ruined my life. I can never lay a finger on her, not because I'm a gentleman, I never was and never will. It's because I'm disgusted by her. Satisfied or do you still have more questions, Miss entertainment reporter?" Sure, she's so bold in answering these things and I know that I'm not obliged to answer her questions but I chose to tell her because I'm not comfortable with Amber having nonsensical ideas.