<A week later>

I've been getting notifications about Owen's whereabouts and locations, this insight will soon stopping coming after a week from now, yet for some days now I haven't mustered the courage to meet the man that I have had dreams of since that steamy night.

Ohh just remembering him made my body warm, head spine, mind foggy

After three month I would be paid in full and given one year security while in hiding, I still wonder what type of person will pay to break someone else's heart...

"Yasmin were you even listening" asked John.

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, I snapped out of my daze to see Norah and John, frowning at me.

Right now we were having lunch at our favorite diner.

Norah was discussing about Liam and the plans she had already put in motion.

I think I recall her saying she hired a few investigators to dig around her husband's past and present doings, a stalker to spy on him to.

Only if I wasn't trapped my thoughts.

"Daydreaming about Mr Wells again" Norah teased.

Ever since I told them about him and that night, the teases became inevitable.

" I can't still believe she found love at first-"

"John !" I glared at him.

"I was going to say, ' first sex' "

He flashed me a provocative smile.

" right!, guys I forget to mention I'm going on a date tonight" Norah informed as she chomped her sandwich.

"With who" John questioned.

"My new boyfriend" she blurted out.

"New boyfriend?" John forehead creased as he stared at her, dumbfounded.

Even I was at lose of words.

"And where did you meet this your n e w b o y f r i e n d," John inquired.

"At a club, we hit it off pretty quickly yesterday night," She replied, slurping her hot chocolate Drink.

"Girl, what is f u c k i n g wrong with you" I quizzed, staring at her in bewilderment.

Not long ago she was on a hospital bed now she's acting all healed up and all.

"You need to chill out, recover, heal and carefully plan Liam's downfall" I insisted.

"She's right" John nodded in agreement.

After a moment of silence and meaningful glances she nodded.

"I'll break up with him then" she said.

"Better" John said, I gazed at him meaningfully.

"I told my parents about the whole thing and they gave not a fuck about any of it" Norah revealed.

"I guess I've been fooling myself all this while" she rolled her eyes slowly.

Good thing she finally figured it out, it was a relief.

"When will you be divorcing him?" Asked John.

"After I've destroyed him," She whispered, giggling.

"I contacted a woman from years ago, apparently he SAed her several times while they were in a relationship, she actually a well known renowned lawyer now," She explained.

I gasped, thrilled and in shock at same.

"I guess luck's on my side"

"More like he's a demon with badluck" John emphasized the last part as he spoke.

My phone suddenly went off, looking at the screen I saw an incoming call from an unknown number.

"Give me a moment guys" I headed outside.

"Hello ," I said, picking up the call.

"Felicia Conklin"

This voice sounds familiar.

"Am I speaking with Mr Wells" I asked.

"Yeah " He replied.

"You free tonight?" He enquired.

"Yeah I..." I stuttered, wondering why he was suddenly interested in my schedule.

"8pm, I'll come pick you up, where do you live?"

I gulped, he didn't give me a chance to object or reject.

Glancing back at my friends through the floor to ceiling window of the diner I noticed them staring at me, keenly.

"No need to pick me up we can meet at a restaurant"

"I insist" he replied,

I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment, it would not be safe to expose my address to him, the target.

"I insist we meet at a restaurant" I cheekily persuaded.

Subsequently he hummed in response just like that the call ended.

Did I piss him off or something...

I massaged my temples, nervously before making my way back to John and Norah.

"I think he wanted us to go on a date or something" I blurted out to satisfy their curiosity.

"And then.." quizzed Norah.

"He wanted to know where I stayed so he would come pick me up"

"I guess you're not just a one night fling to him anymore" John commented, earning a glare from me and Norah.

"Did you tell him" asked Norah.

"A bloody NO, I'm not planning on relocating why would I expose my location to my target?" I reasoned to which Norah nodded in understanding.

"He was like, eight pm, I'll come pick you up" I quoted, mimicking his tone he used to say it.

I was the only one who bursted out laughing, Norah and John stared at me, unamused.

As Norah whispered something into John's ear he remarked

"you're right, she's does need help"

In the end we all erupted in a goofy laughter.

****

That night as I watched a movie on TV while drinking a bottle of beer my door bell rang.

I wasn't expecting anyone or any delivery, the people who mostly visited were my friends or my mother.

Maybe Norah came over to chill.

Concluding with that I sauntered to the door and without checking the peephole I opened the door wide.

But the person that stood before me wasn't Norah or John, it was Mr Wells, he stood with three black bags in hand.

How?

Why?

I gulp, feeling something stuck in my throat, I was speechless.

Subconsciously I slammed the door shut in his face only to open it slightly a second later to peep, checking if it was really him or I was just hallucinating.

He was cladded in a three-piece suit of burgundy colour, his hair neatly combed back with some stubborn strands let to fall in front, his hair had a silky smooth look to it, that made me want to ruffle it.

And his scent, he smelled the same but this time I could literally taste his cologne just by breathing it in , it was still intoxicating yet refreshing.

"It's rude to keep a guest waiting at the door" He mentioned, narrowing his eyes.