One crazy, celebratory night.
3 confused finest New York bachelors.
A 24-hour food stall.
One confusing, domino-effect kiss.
After a disappointing day, Em decided to treat herself with a takeaway food. She was staring up at the menu on top of the st...
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"Cause, baby, we're just reckless kids,
Trying to find an island in the flood."
-MAX
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Lesson number one.
If you commit a murder, you don't go looking for the dead body.
Don't go back to check whether the body is still there in the ground.
Obviously, if you keep it well hidden, it should still be there! Don't be dumb. Don't second doubt yourself. You'll only get caught if you go to check in the middle of the night.
I mentally slapped myself. That was exactly what I've done. But to be fair, I didn't murder anyone. In fact, I was the victim! I shouldn't be afraid of this pancake guy.
But right now, sitting in his sleek black convertible, he radiated the aura of seniority, dominance. He was confident he had the upper hand. With one hand on the steering wheel, he glanced at me and raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to get in his car.
"C'mon, we don't have all day," he complained, tapping the black leather of his steering wheel impatiently.
I folded my arms. "I'm not coming with you," I announced. "You've harassed me in the past. I'm in no way going inside your car! Are you crazy?"
No, I'm the crazy one here.
Are you crazy? This person can end you in one click of a finger!
He scoffed and glared at me. "Isn't that what you want, to get all the attention? Once people found out that you're the girl I kissed, you'll be world famous!"
I stared back at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious," I started. "I'm the victim here—"
I jumped when he suddenly punched the honk. The car released a loud groan that almost made my heart drop. A shudder of fear ran through my body as I registered the anger on his face. He had enough of our banter.
"Get in now, or you'll regret it later," he barked. His words were final.
Although reluctant, I slowly made my way to the other side of the car. For a second, I thought of running away. There was another small alley across us. It was small enough that a car wouldn't possibly fit in, and I could escape this pancake guy. But then another thought haunted me. He knew what I looked like, and he guessed that I would be here, the place of the incident, this night. With this information and his resources, I was pretty sure he could easily find out who I am...
