Cara shot an intense glare at him, which only said of how much shock she was.
"It's a joke" he grinned amusedly.
With a long exhale Cara's shoulders slouched.
She looked appalled and couldn't decide on chiding him or slapping him for being an old joker.
He smiled at her reaction and shook his head, scooting closer to her, he wrapped her in his embrace.
"You know I can't do that to you right? "He smiled."I mean you've sacrificed and done a lot to be forsaken now."
Cara stared at him. Having mixed feelings about the way he spoke. If Martins stabbed his friend Dennis in the back, what more could he not do to her.
She gulped down her thoughts and forced a smile, saying. "Why don't we hasten up, I am not acquainted with miss patience."
"That I know, but I will advise you falsify a connection with this patience, for a short while. Then we have a 2020 agenda, to accomplish." He smiled back.
"I can't promise" she curtly retorted.
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"Oou! She's hot" Drew cooed.
"Hm," Vin returned.
They both watched Mercy, as she slid down from the hilly house, heading to a flower shop, opposite the building.
"Is she your new hot stuff now? I never doubted your taste"
"No, she's not my type" Vin smiled.
"Oo, why?" He asked.
Vin turned to him and squinted his eyes"She's too uptight"
"Uptight? You mean...you've seen her tight? Her undies? or her thighs?" His mouth formed an 'o', which was quickly contoured with a generous grimace. When he received a hard knock on his head.
He hurriedly removed his cap, and rubbed his head voraciously, at the intense sharp pain, he'd received.
"I was joking man!"
Vin smiled again and replied. "You're still a kid, you shouldn't say stuff like that"
"Dude, I'm 17 Come on!"
"You're 16" he smirked.
"Almost 17" Drew retorted.
"Shut up and focus" Vin made to slap his head again.
Drew capped his head and made a safe distance from him.
They watched the shop, Mercy entered in. And a short silence followed.
"Androol, why can't I make a proper plan right now. I need a perfect plan" Vin fixed his hands into his pockets.
Silence.
He glanced at the boy and pulled his bottom lip in.
"Andrew" he muttered lowly.
The boy finally graced his audience. "What? Can't you let me think?"
"Alright then you better have a plan or I'm decking you once more" he looked at his head.
Drew touched his head, looking frightfully at him.
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BEFORE NOON (On Hold)
Mystery / ThrillerEmily is the heiress to D.M, the world's leading global accounting firm. She suffers from a memory disorder, as a victim of Alzheimer's disease (A.d) Her memories of each day disappears Before Noon. A secret. The world mustn't know. Vin- A young C...
