I watched her walk in.
Damn.
Have you ever felt suffocated in a way you can't breathe because of the beauty before you.
Exactly.
And what was more annoying was: she didn't know!
"Excuse me, sir" she said, smiling sweetly, "how much is this watch for." She said, whilst holding one of the watches I bought from a fellow Chinese Conman for a fiver. Pfft,China. How could I live without you.
"For as much as you want it to be, cupcake." smirked Marco.
Oh shit.
"I'm sorry Madame, but my "friend" here was a little bit misleading in his information." I replied quickly, slightly stammering,"I'm sure he meant from anywhere between..." I stopped abruptly.
"Have we met?" I said.
"Erm, no, I'm not actually around from here,"
Good, easier to manipulate, I thought.
And she will probably never see me again, so no problems dealing with a batshit crazy woman with a knife screaming horrific obscenities.
Believe me, it's happened.
"Sorry for being rude," giving her my most charming smile ever " but I believe I haven't introduced myself." I reached my arm to shake hers.
"The name's Luká" I said in my huskiest voice.
"Luká Kristov" I continued. The tension between us at the moment was heavier than a fat cow on steroids.
"Hahahaha, you sound worse than Edin trying to pull those old ladies" he howled, wiping his eyes from tears, " and believe me, cupcake, he sounds like a frog choking on a parrot"
Oh shit, again, I forgot this fucker was still here.
Wow, what a way to break the awkwardness.
"Way to go Marco," I said rolling my eyes, "that's the 3rd female you've driven away with your goddamn comments this week"
"Do you want me to die a virgin or what"
I heard a faint snicker coming from the girl, I unconsciously narrowed my eyes at her.
"Sorry... It was just a bit funny, you gotta admit." She stammered, "you guys seem to know each other,"
"Yeah I'm Marco, the greatest badass living in London" he wiggled his eyebrows, granting laughter from the girl.
"We gotta third guy in our band, but you know, he's off sick." He said with a flirtatious wink.
Yeah, you guessed.
He's the womanizer in our band. That means me and Nico have no chance.
"And you are..." I said, trying to include myself in this one way conversation.
"Oh, I'm Kara, I'm here to stay with my sister in London. She works in the hotel business"
Me and Marco looked at each other.
"Nico." We both said.
"Um, pardon?"
"Never mind, so how long are you staying for?"
"Oh I don't know, but I'm staying for at least 6 months."
So she won't be here tomorr... WHAT!
Oh shit. Not again. I distinctively remember the mental woman with the knife,causing me to shudder involuntarily. Shit, not again.
Wait. Did I mention I'm a con-artist. I "buy" items and sell them for a rip-off.
It's how I pay my bills? Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game. Anyways, were acting nice and friendly, but I'm willing to bet the Chinese watch, this "Kara" has in her hands, that tomorrow she will go crazy at how we tricked her.
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The Con-Artist
Teen Fiction"Money is money, no matter how you got it." This is Luka's mantra in life, and so far, it has never failed him. Until he meets Kara, a stubborn, determined woman who fails to be intimidated by his demeaning aura, power and his unsubtle way of connin...
