What is Love?

A Trap in Paris

'Le Bar D'Amour'

The neon red light shone brightest among the street of Laplace. It was known by every human in Paris that this bar screamed the most expensive interiors, the most expensive drinks and the most expensive visits.

The door guarded by two guards slid open on its own as Monsieur Martin, the son of one of the most renowned businessman of France entered. He slid his hat towards his eyes to cover it a little. He found a place in front of the bar. That place was his weekly spot and every time he carried lust for drinks and girls but that day he was not in the mood. The most loudest and cheerful man didn't speak a word and just nodded whenever someone greeted him.

'10:30' his Rolex glistened.

'Mesdames, Messieurs, bonsoir!' shouted the host for the night.

'Thank you for choosing Le Bar D'Amour, where you get to drink away all your stress and forget all your misdeeds. Without wasting your time, we want you all to be excited for a set of new and talented girls that are going to capture your darkness and give joy and maybe an unforgettable night with a little more euros. So lets hear a huge of round of applause for the dancers!' He continued.

Just then the sensual music filled the air but M. Martin was still not brought to peace. He took of his hat and loosened his tie. He got a call but he switched his phone off. As he looked above from his device his eyes landed on a girl.

He got lost in the swift movements of the brunette locks. Her pale skin and her brown eyes glowed under the lights. Her body beautifully wrapped the pole flaunting her perfect body.

As the beat dropped, M. Martin gazed away and saw everyone looking at her. Feeling a little frustrated he looked around for the host and there he was just a little seats away from him. He grabbed his purse and sat beside the host.

'Good evening, Monsieur Martin. May I be of any help?' He asked.

'You see the girl with brown hair and pale skin... What is her worth?' M. Martin asked.

'Oh-no Monsieur, you are just a minute late. She is already bought but you see the girl with jade eyes she would give you the best night.' The host said.

'M. Thomas I am guessing some €100 would be enough right?' M. Martin asked slyly.

This created a smirk in the sneaky little host's face and nodded. M. Martin handed his credit card.

M. Martin face lit for the very first time in that awful day. After the show ended he was ushered to a VIP suite room decorated with roses and bottles of wine. He jumped onto the bed and bounced back a little. He took of his coat and watch and threw it on the expensive sofa. As he took of his tie the door swung open which created a figure of an innocent lady. Although innocent the sultry lady walked towards her man of the night and wrapped her hands around him.

M. Martin threw his tie and carried her to the bed. He climbed on top of her and said, ' You are not from here...'

He then licked his lips and proceeded to give her a rough kiss. He looked up and said, 'Your kiss takes me to Asia,'

She opened her eyes as if after a long thought and then took off his shirt. She curiously placed her palm on top of his heart.

He snorted and said, 'Well that is an awkward place but very amusing,'

The innocent eyes smirked and pushed him away landing on the bed. He sat up and pulled her closer. Their eyes met and his eyes brimmed with lust. The strong hands proceeded to take off her pink blouse and the soft hands proceeded to the back of his head. Just as few buttons were left to open he smirked and said, ' I am looking forward from you... I want to see your strength,'

'Sûr,' she spoke.

As he took of her blouse the soft hands formed a strong grip around his head.

'Woah, you're pretty strong, eh?' He said shockingly.

'I know why were you so stressed...' She said.

His eyes widened.

'How long are you going to hide, M.Murderer?' She continued with a sly smirk plastered on her face.

He fidgeted and blinked his eyes in disbelief. He tried to escape from the grip but she was too strong.

'LEAVE ME OR ELSE YOU'LL DIE!' He shouted.

She leaned towards his ears and whispered 'You can't kill me. Nobody can kill me.'

His eyes widened just then she smacked his head in an angle causing him to faint and groan in an extreme pain.

~

'BREAKING NEWS'

'The son of Monsieur Frederique Martin, Charles Martin has been found not guilty for murder of two of his workers. The unconscious body of Martin was found in the VIP Suite of Le Bar D'Amour. For more details tune in after this news.'

'Wah~ Detective Duvont is a genius. Who would've thought of a plan like this?' Detective Bernard exclaims.

' It is definitely not me that we should be thankful of but Madame Nina.' Detective Duvont said.

'But what is your secret, Madame Nina?' Detective Bernard asked.

'I can just feel people.' Nina answered.

'No as in how ca-'

'Thanks to you that we have been able to give justice.' Detective Duvont cut off.

'Now I must be going as it is getting late.' Nina said.

'Off to the bar,' joked Detective Bernard but earned glares.

Nina took the metro and headed towards her apartment in Lyon. Her apartment was after a narrow alley so she hurried a little.

'You had trapped me but you see, there is no proof to claim me as the murderer.' A man said.

Nina turned back at the sound and there stood a figure with a gun pointing at her. She squinted her eyes through the ray of red sun and recognised the face. It was Charles. He had escaped.

'My investigation can never be wrong.' Nina said with confidence and brought back her smirk.

'You can't kill me, tsk~ what a dumbhead- well let's meet in hell as I am going to die anyways.' He smirked and walked towards her until the gun met her heart.

'Good-bye Madame,' He said and shot her heart. The sound spread towards the atmosphere causing the birds to fly in fear.

He sneered and backed away. He laughed like a psycho and looked at her heart but- but there was no blood flowing. His round eyes widened once again. Slowly her head lifted up but her eyes- her eyes were gray as if it was like that of a metal. He looked at her heart and there were sparks shining from there.

He shook his head in disbelief as if it was a dream.

'I told you, you cannot kill me Charles,' Nina said as she sped to snatch the gun and shot him.