Chapter 127
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"Sir, I have packed everything in" The store manager informed us as she opened the door wide enough for her to peek her head through it. There was a momentarily pause as she gazed at our position, but she ignored it and proceeded to speak. "Is there something else that you would like sir?"
With me still caged between Mark's arms, Mark looked over his shoulder with a brooding expression and opened his mouth to respond. "No-"
Taking this opportunity now that he was distracted, I ducked under his arm and swiftly run past him to the store manager. "No, there's nothing else that we need so we will take our leave after paying." I said hastily between breathes before turning my head around to look at Mark. "Right Mark?"
Mark was still in the stance where I had left him, his hands placed against the mirror. He tched and removed his hands from the mirror as he exasperated, the disappointment lacing his voice. "Yeah."
After paying for everything with his black credit card he gave the woman another wad of cash for her service to have me question myself how rich Mark truly was. The drive back was also uneventful with no to minimum words exchanged between us while the radio made up for the silence.
Mark parked his car in front of the café where I was supposed to meet my mother. The people outside all casted a curious eye towards us, wondering who was sitting in that expensive car. Flipping open the visor of the car I checked myself in the mirror to see if everything was looking alright. My outfit was great, but the way my hair was didn't sit me well as the mane of my curly hair was unbounded. I wanted to tie it up but didn't have my tie with me.
Seeing me fumbling around with my hair he pulled out a hair tie out of the compartment. "Turn your back towards me." He spoke.
I shifted in my seat so that my back would be directed at him and let him do whatever he wanted with my hair. Leaving few of my front fringes out he took half of the up section and tied it in a messy bun while leaving the down section loose to cascade down my back.
"There." He patted my back to let me know that he was done. I shifted back in my seat to glance in the mirror and was impressed at how well he had done my hair. How does the messy bun not look messy but perfect? I wondered as I glanced around Mark's handy work. "Thanks." I muttered.
"I have some things that I have to take care of so call me when you're done. I'll come pick you up."
I furrowed my brows. "It's literally five minutes walking from here to my house Mark."
"I don't care if the distance is one minute, I will not let you walk alone when you look so enticing."
I rolled with my eyes. "Mark come on you're being overdramatic."
"Unless you want me to chop the head of the guy who dares to flirt with you then go ahead and strut down the street while I dye it with blood. It would be a good exercise for me anyway since I feel like I have been getting rusty." He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes which sent only a chilling feeling down my spine knowing that he would go on a vicious killing spree.
Glowering at him I tightened my jaw and said annoyed, "Fine." I can't retort back when he is threatening me with somebody's life.
Mark clasped his hands together pleased. "Great! That means that I don't need this anymore." A knife that was somehow now in his hand was shoved back in the compartment.
Was he planning to kill the first person that would even look at me funny? I thought disturbed. "But don't pick me up with the car." I said.
Tilting his head to the side he asked, "Why?" wanting to know the reason behind my request. With my thumb I pointed at the window next to me where a small crowd of people have formed around the car, trying to catch a glimpse of the people inside of it. "Your car is too eye-catching. You may be used to all the attention, but I'm not." I explained to have him nod. "Okay, then we will just have a romantic walk." He said and was about to start the engine thinking that I was done, but I wasn't.
"And could you please not listen in to my conversation with mom?" I requested to have Mark snap his eyes at me. Despite my phone being new I know that he had already done something with it. After all there's no way that he, my stalker, won't have done that by now. Seeing how he still didn't respond to my request only confirmed my suspicion that he had indeed already tempered with my phone. "Please Mark, I am not going to tell her about you. Like you said I have to resolve this issue with my mom, but if I am going to do that then I have to do that in private." I want to tell her all my pain and traumas that she has given me, but I am not sure if I will be upfront about it knowing that Mark will be listening in.
Seeing the determination that had settled in my eyes Mark released an elongated sigh as he raked his hair back with his fingers. "Alright I won't listen in."
I smiled relieved. "Thanks Mark!" I said elated and unbuckled my seatbelt planning to exit the car, but a hand that was placed on my arm stopped me from doing that. "Wait, don't forget your bag." He said as he pulled out a white handbag from the backseat. The handbag was also purchased at that extravagant shop to really complete the outfit. "Oh, thanks." I grabbed the bag and opened the door.
"Wait, you forgot something else."
"Wha-?"
