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Ch.12 □ Timid Finale

I hate how satisfied with my inner selves I was, I am like a million different forms of one being. Not just anything would effect me - but without even trying her effect on me was too much for us both to handle. She needed to let go, and I needed to accept that?

Xander P.O.V

Something was happening to me, a change of heart perhaps. I couldn't quite pin it.
Her laugh gave me the smallest glimmer of hope; is it stupid to think of romance and friendship as two different things?

My point is, I could have her gracious spirit around me and still have everything else. But who am I kidding I'm not that lucky to have more than a special someone in my life; let alone one.

"Leave before I steel your soul," M warns, trying to master a stern face failing miserably.

"I'll remember that," I tell her, but before I leave I kiss her again deeply.

"I am waiting for the last chapter and send me a copy. A real one!"

She laughs and whispers something I don't hear but don't stop at. The phyco in me decided to leave, as if it would have taken forever for her to tell me and me to actually ask.

"I'll go lay in bed," M informs me in a smooth sultry voice.

"Shall I consider this an invite," I propose, Malia only giggles and kisses my lips in a quick manner I didn't appreciate, so I do her the honors of coming in and lathering her lips properly; she did not say a word and just let me. I never understood why she didn't say anything and I never gave myself a chance to think why I would.

But the night was ending and I needed her, it was only her in my mind and when I thought of the word beautiful and oddly enough it was crossing my mind a little too much for my liking lately. I knew she wasn't a mistake - but I was.

"You're a beautiful mistake Z," She whispers, I ward my attention to her face studying her psychic readings. Her sudden understanding of my inner thoughts has happened too many times for me to think and drown myself in thought of 'The How' every time.

"What?" She asks a small merciful smile on her lips.
I shake my head, She laughs and tells me how weird I am. "Love me goodbye," she says her eyelashes fluttering.

"How poetic," I scoff, knowing it was another lyric of a song she liked. Before I finally leave she hugs me tight, mending my pieces.

I drive back home needy of sleep, planning to wake up early for the early 'Finance' lecture I have. The urge was too strong, building me a boat of unconsciousness I drifted easily.
I knew nothing was ever making sense, I was not going to start doing effort in hopes of understanding now.

I woke up the next morning like any other day to catch the road before the traffic buzz, I was finished with everything at around 4 PM thinking how Malia did not text me all day cursing That Puke for consuming her time. I thought of texting her myself, but before I did I got a blocked incoming call. Nevertheless, I answered a lot of the corporations we deal with had private numbers for security details.

"Mr. Kane; we are offering a new deal" I heart all too familiar voice of Kim - Woo. I rolled my eyes thinking why on earth was he not in jail or hanged for his crimes. "Do You have any idea how much you have cost me Mr. Kane!"

"Does it look like I was counting - I told you to back off I did warn your ass of the fire didn't I?" I told him - unlocking my car.

He chuckles darkly, " 158 Million Dollars Mr. Kane, I have been looking up and down, for anyone you might care for and I think I got the perfect one." I nod my head at the number a smug look making its way to my lips, before I listen attentively. "You do know a certain hooker named Malia, you left her place late last night," the blood in my brain boils, my palm gripping the steering wheel.