Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Will

I sat facing the bar with a bottle of tequila in front of me. A message came in and I checked my phone. My heart sank when I saw it was from Marigold

“should I read this?” I thought. I shook my head and dropped the phone. I took two shots of tequila and banged my fist on the counter

“damn!” I lowered my head and closed my eyes.

I felt angry the two days I didn't speak with her. I saw her calls but couldn't pick them. I have been thinking of the perfect way for me to break up with her and she won't get mad at me. Like, making her hate me so if I break up with her she'd be somewhat glad I left her.

Derulo had waylaid me yesterday again. He told me to speed up before they run out of patience. I begged him to let me stay with her but he just grinned and whispered “you don't deserve love. Neither do you deserve to be happy”

But I don't deserve to be punished! This whole saga is making me angry, so angry.

I left my bar and went upstairs. I decided to take a shower then head out in order to clear my mind.

I went to a golf club where I visit once in awhile with my manager, he's the fan of golf and not me.

I thought maybe seeing people hitting balls would make me feel better.

As I sat watching others play, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back immediately and held my breath as Coloy himself stared at me. I didn't say a word

“aren't you going to invite me to sit with you? Will?” he asked with his usual cool face. He looked nothing like a criminal, but never judge by looks.

I still didn't say anything. He just chuckled and sat opposite me.

“I never knew you liked golf” he said and stroke his hair like a woman

“and I never knew you were still gay” I said with gritted teeth. He laughed and brought out a stylish hair band and tied his hair up

“how do I look with ponytails? I decided to start keeping my hair in prison. It's very befitting, isn't it?” he asked and then blew a bubble

I scoffed “it doesn't look good on you”

“hmm, it's funny how you of all people would say that. You know Derulo and Maxwell actually love it” he said and giggled. I was getting irritated

“don't give me that face of irritation. The last time I checked, you never really stopped being gay too” he said

“what do you mean by that? Is this about Eduardo? Eduardo isn't gay, he never was so stop thinking I was in a relationship with him” I blurted out

“oh really darling? I believe you. I'm just saying you're still gay on the inside. Everything about you says that. You look like a girl, act like a girl, your things are always ladylike. Pink model? Who is that?” he asked mockingly

“I already resigned from that post. I stopped being the Pink Model already!” I yelled and he smiled

“wasn't that just three days ago? When you heard we were back?” he asked

I looked away and I noticed strange looking men at every corner.

“I've got something to show you” he said and he stood up. He brought out a phone and began to show me pictures. Pictures of Marigold in different places. Damn! I can't believe he's having her followed

“you have until tonight. We're not waiting till tomorrow” he whispered. He tucked in his phone and stood straight in front of me

“not a word of this to anyone. We've got more connection than you do now. Telling someone might just get you into trouble, even Lucas your brother” my breath ceased, he smirked at me and left.

Mari

I had slept off in the living room with Goldie using my leg as a pillow. It was the ringing of my phone that woke me up

I yawned and picked it up from the table. I looked at the caller ID and screamed out

“oh my God it's him. It's him. Okay breathe Mari. Breathe” I said to myself and took in deep breaths. I tried hard and hid my smile then picked the call

hello

Mari

His voice was dull. Like really dull

are you sick? Is something wrong Will?

no I'm just... Tired

why haven't you called me since?

busy

busy? You didn't tell me you'd be that busy this week

sorry

I seriously think there's something wrong with you

do you mind having dinner with me? I've got something important to tell you

okay. Where?

I'll text it when I make a reservation

okay then

thanks. Bye

wait. Will—

He had already hung up. I sighed and sat on the couch. Goldie had now curled up at the end of the couch and still sleeping.

“something's weird. Will is really acting strange” I muttered to myself.

Well, maybe he's got something he wants to clear of his mind. He might be troubled about something for real