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Take me there
"Mr. Qinn, I really love you!!!" a woman's voice echoed in the dimly lit, cold concrete underground garage, startling Abigail that her phone almost fell from her hand.
She was just on her way towards her parked car but who would have thought that she would witness a confession in this dark, cold place?
"What did you say?" Abigail heard a cold, husky and deep voice and she flinched even though she was not the one the man was talking to. Perhaps, she reacted like that because the man sounded so damn intimidating. His tone even seemed heartlessly cold. What seemed like a romantic confession, sounded more like a misunderstanding!
"I said I love you," Abigail heard the woman's voice again, "I love you so much! I already fell for you the first time I saw you." The woman sounded very emotional.
Abigail held her breath waiting for his response, but only silence followed. She wanted to peek but she thought it was not the right thing to do. She waited until finally, she heard the man's reply.
"Is that all?" was all he responded causing Abigail to gasp in disbelief.
'Wah… he's so cruel.'
"W-what?" the woman sounded like she was utterly shocked.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
"I… I've been in love with you since the beginning. I've been your girl for two months now but you have never said anything about how you feel about me. Mr. Qinn, I… all I want is… I just want you to love me back."
Abigail could tell from the voice of the lady that she was at the verge of breaking down, and yet, the man's voice didn't soften even a little bit after hearing her. Instead, he sounded even more menacing as he responded to her.
"We're done," he said nonchalantly without a care in the world. There was simply no trace of warmth in his voice at all.
"W-w-what?"
"I won't repeat myself."
"W-why? Mr. Qinn, what a-are you saying? This is not… The contract I signed clearly stated that I would be your girl for three months! It's only been two months, but now you're saying we're over? What do you mean by –"
"Miss Moore… didn't you properly read the contract?" the man's tone became even colder, almost harsh. "Scott, come over and read the condition she didn't read."
Abigail was shocked to her bones hearing their shocking conversation, "A contract? Oh goodness, what are they saying?"
She could tell that the situation was getting worse so she really wanted to leave now but if she moved now, they would see her. Without a choice, she could only stay hidden and listen even if she didn't want to.
"Miss Moore, here is one of the two conditions from that contract you signed." Another man started talking. "The contracted girlfriend can demand anything except for one thing; love or affection. Once the contracted girlfriend demands to be loved in return, the contract will automatically become null and void."
Aby was so shocked she couldn't stop herself from taking a peek at them. She just couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe that something so outrageous as this was happening in real life. This was absolute madness to someone like her.
When she saw the girl, her hands flew to her own mouth. 'Isn't that Ina Moore? The famous actress?!'
She couldn't believe her eyes. Why would a beautiful woman like her beg for a man's love? More importantly, their relationship was contractual?! This beautiful diva, Ina Moore, was some ruthless man's contracted girlfriend?!! The entertainment world would be shaken if they found out about this!!!
Abigail's widened eyes then shifted to the man but she couldn't see his face because he had his back to her.
"I warned you long ago. I don't do love and never will. And you of all people should already be well aware of how I deal with anyone who breaks any conditions in the contract." The man said and Abigail shivered as she watched Ina Moore fall to her knees. The goddess that every male creature out there praised now looked like all her blood was being drained all at once as she heard him. Then just like that, she was dragged away by a bulky man in black towards another car. When the car where Ina Young boarded was gone, Abigail finally came back to her senses and quickly hid herself again.
However...
"Come out. I know you're there. NOW!" The man ordered and she was so shocked that she just froze for a long while. She knew he was talking to her and she knew that he was a man who didn't want to repeat himself so holding her breath, she finally stepped out.
"Come over," the man commanded and Abigail slowly lifted her face. She was incredibly nervous. She couldn't remember if anyone ever made her feel this scared and nervous before in her entire life.
As soon as their eyes met, Abigail almost gaped. The man before her was just so damn good looking - no, good looking was actually a huge understatement. She was sure that he was a hundred times more handsome than any celebrity she had ever seen in her life. He was tall. His inky dark hair looked like it was combed by his fingers and swept back away from his face. He had a strong, defined and masculine jawline - it was perfection in her eyes. He just looked too good to be true. She was utterly impressed, and she had never been impressed by a man's beauty like this before. How could a mortal man look this stunning? No wonder such a beautiful woman like Ina Moore begged for his love!
But this stunning creature, was glaring down at her. His eyes were hostile, making her want to shrink to the floor and disappear. The way he looked at her was definitely the definition of the phrase, if looks could kill.
"Who are you? A paparazzi?" Abigail flinched back from the resentment in his voice. His ice cold eyes glimmered with a dangerous light and it chilled her more than the freezing temperature. She couldn't help but think that this man was definitely the perfect example of the inhumanly beautiful demon king she often times read in fictional books.
After swallowing her own saliva, Abigail forced herself to respond to him.
"No, I'm not." She shook her head but the man's eyes narrowed and then, he moved his feet, walking closer to her.
Every step he took felt like a ticking time bomb to her but surprisingly, she was able to hold her ground despite her knees shaking a little. She was surprised.
When the man stopped just less than a meter before her, she couldn't help but bite her bottom lip. The man was scrutinizing her, looking at her like she was some prey. She knew with one look into those eyes that 'dangerous' was an understatement to describe him.
"Little lamb… did you hear everything?" he asked, his gaze seemed deadlier than the sharpest dagger. He was definitely glaring at her like he wanted to kill her. She had never seen eyes as beautiful as his but also as deadly cold as his. He had such killer eyes that could pierce through anyone's soul.
"I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean to –" Abigail managed to answer when the man suddenly raised his hand towards her neck. She flinched in fear as she shut her eyes, thinking that the man was going to strangle her.
But that didn't happen. Slowly, Abigail opened her eyes.
He did not say a word. He was solely focused on her bright yellow knitted scarf. For some reason, the daggers and the ancient glaciers in his eyes seemed to have been washed away and was suddenly replaced with an odd, calm blankness.
She looked down and when she saw his fingers fiddling with the edge of her knitted scarf, Abigail simply froze again, her heartbeat beating so erratically as if a hammer was inside her chest.
"Yellow…" he murmured to himself as he dropped his hand and then the look in his eyes changed again. He didn't look harsh and cold anymore as he did moments ago. "Go home," he said and just like that, he turned to leave.
Abigail exhaled as she watched him moving away from her. She should've been running away now that the demon finally let her go unscathed but she just stood there, unmoving, her gaze watching his retreating perfect and graceful figure.
Closing her fists tightly that her knuckles turned white, she suddenly called out.
"Wait, mister, please wait!"
The chauffer had already opened the door for him to enter. Her voice echoed in the cold garage and he looked over to her.
"What?" he replied without turning to look at her.
Fearlessly, Abigail began walking towards him. She was suddenly high on adrenalin and she felt brave. Her knees had stopped trembling and the fear in her eyes was replaced with something else – resolve.
"Was everything you said true? That you do not do love?" she asked as she stood less than a meter behind him. "Are you really sure you won't fall for anyone?"
The man finally turned to look at her. His dark gray eyes assessed her with disbelief and then, interest.
"From what I understand, you're willing to make someone your girlfriend as long as she won't demand for your love, right?" she asked again.
Silence reigned between them for a moment. The man stared at her through his narrowed eyes. He seemed astonished as if he was looking at a certain unbelievable creature.
"Why are you asking?" his lips now curved up in a wicked, amused smile but his tone was still obviously disbelieving.
"I'm just curious. Is it true?" she answered. She was unbelievably calm.
"So what if it was, and what if it's not?"
Abigail pressed her lips tight. "If it's true, how can you be so sure? Do you really believe that you will never fall for anyone? Ever?"
What she got as a response was a low chuckle. The man looked like a devil when he laughed. His laughter didn't reach his eyes, but somehow, he seemed a bit amused? She wasn't sure. His expressions were just too tricky for her to figure out.
"Yellow, tell me. What exactly are you trying to say?" he fiddled with the edge of her scarf again, his thin lips still curved up to a dangerous and mischievous smile.
"I… I'm just saying that I don't think you'll be an exception. Maybe you just haven't met that special someone who has an axe to force your heart open."
"Little Yellow, are you saying you want to try me?"
Looking at his eyes, Abigail fell silent for a moment before she nodded her answer. Her eyes were decisive.
He laughed.
Creasing her brows, Abigail tried to show him how serious she was but when she said she was serious, her intensity seemed to have only made the man more amused.
After he stopped laughing, the man spoke. "Are you perhaps thinking that you could eventually make me fall in love? Too bad, Yellow... Countless women already tried that and besides… I don't think you are capable of that." His eyes traveled from her head down to her toes.
"And you heard me correctly, I don't do love. Never. So don't waste your brain cells thinking about it." his voice was smoldering, despite the smile on his face.
But Abigail was unfazed. "How about you try me? I promise, I will not demand for you to love me back." She promised, even raising her hand like a girl scout, causing the man to laugh again.
"Yellow, you're such a brave little girl." His smile faded and a hard edge crept into his voice.
"Please stop calling me Yellow! My name is Abigail. And I'm not a little girl! I'm about to turn twenty-two."
The man's expression abruptly shifted once again and he chuckled. His laugh seemed to have some sort of magic as it lingered in her ears. His laughter was unexpectedly so pleasing.
"Indeed, you are one brave little girl, Yellow. Do you know who I am?"
"No."
"And yet, you're still here blindly offering yourself?"
She nodded and the man now smirked evilly. He stared at her from her head to toe for the second time as he licked his sexy lips and then he stepped forward. His long, graceful finger lifted her chin.
"Little lamb, let me tell you this. You're standing before the gates of hell right now. Doing this means ruining your life. Are you ready to step down to hell with me?" his eyes blazed. A warning was burning within it and Abigail knew he was more than serious and that the danger was real.
His intensity made her shudder slightly but his warning wasn't enough to make her give in. She had never been this brave - or crazy- in her life. She was already imagining lots of things in her head. The possible outcome of this madness she was trying to throw herself into, of course terrified her but… every time she thought about her future, was there anything scarier to her at this point? Wasn't she looking for something like this? For a man like this?
As the silence dragged on, the man's lips curved up into a triumphant, mocking smile and his hand landed on her head. He ruffled her hair and leaned in on her.
"Hell is not a good place, at least for a little lamb like you. I'm sure you're aware of that. Now run away while this demon king is still being nice and calm." He whispered.
And then, he turned to leave, so casually, as if nothing just happened. But after three steps, the girl stopped him again.
"The hell you're talking about..." she mumbled, "I… I'd like to see it for myself… Take me there."
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Crazy
Abigail knew she sounded like a mad woman.
"You're crazy, Aby," a whisper in her head told her but the oddest thing was that she didn't feel it. She was totally sane and completely clearheaded.
This was the most daring thing she had ever done in her life and the most terrifying, too. Yet, she was calmer than ever; more certain about this than anything else.
The man directed a gaze of disbelief at her. His eyes pierced through her as if he was trying to pry into her soul, but when he saw the unwavering look in her eyes, he shook his head.
He failed to understand this little fragile creature before him. Everyone yearned for heaven, yet this girl wished to experience hell? He was simply stupefied. This little girl might be the most intriguing person he'd ever met.
"Yellow, what's your name?" he finally asked.
"Aby… Abigail Lee."
"Abigail…" he echoed her name as he fiddled her yellow scarf again. Her name on his lips sounded so nice.
He seemed to be thinking about something as he looked into her eyes again before a wicked, devastating smile appeared on his glorious face.
"Sorry but…" he started as his gaze once again traveled from her head down to her to toes. "I'm not interested in unattractive girls."
His comment, and that playful smirk on his face aggravated her. She was usually unaffected by these kinds of judgmental comments that boys and girls often threw at her. She simply didn't care what they said about her looks but why was it that this man's comment riled her up this much?
"Just you wait! I will prove to you how attractive I can be!" Abigail was quick to retort. She didn't even know how she managed to speak like this. She was used to not giving any attention to what other people said. She wouldn't even bother justifying herself so what she was saying right now was actually a shock even to herself. She didn't know she was capable of speaking this way, until now.
But then, the man's response was another fascinating chuckle.
"Yellow, you really are unbelievable." He said before his expression abruptly shifted again. The corner of his lips turned down in disapproval. "But I'm serious. I'm not into little girls."
"Ina Moore is just two years older than me." She argued, not backing down.
"Miss Moore is… a mature, sexy woman. And you're…" He raised an eyebrow. "Even though you're two years younger than her, you look like a granny."
Abigail was getting more and more aggravated. No one ever made her feel like this before. The way she dressed up today was, as always, purposely unfashionable. Her hair was braided in pigtails; she was wearing fake thick eyeglasses and her winter coat was boring and unfashionably thick and long. She knew she looked really unappealing at the moment. After all, this was the appearance she was aiming for today – for her to look so damned unattractive that no man would bother to look at her.
"I purposely dressed like this today." She hissed, bravely. If only she knew that she would meet this man at the end of the day, she would've at least made herself a little more presentable.
"Oh... really?"
"I will show you."
The man snickered, shaking his head. He was looking at her with wonder and disbelief and for a moment, there was a strange and dangerous glimmer in his eyes as he stared at her. But it abruptly disappeared as his hand landed on her head.
"Go home, Yellow. It's late." He smiled and entered his car.
"Wait!" she called out but the man only waved at her before the car left, leaving her astounded and unexpectedly upset.
Abigail was incredibly frustrated. She was pouting, her brows were pulled together as she entered her car. She couldn't understand why that rude man had this unnerving effect on her. Was it because he rejected and mocked her appearance? But she was truly used to this kind of thing. Something like that definitely shouldn't frustrate her to this extent. More importantly, her heart was still pounding. The man was long gone, and yet, she was still nervous?! What was going on? Could it be that this nervousness was the aftershock of her bravery? That was the only sensible reason she could think of.
Shaking her head to clear her mind, Abigail just started the engine when someone knocked on the car's window.
A man was standing there, smiling at her. The man was wearing a black leather jacket and he was also unbelievably pleasing to the eyes. Was there something wrong with this place? Why do overly good looking men keep popping out of nowhere?!
Abigail didn't dare roll down her window. What her eyes looked for first were the locations of the CCTV's. When she spotted one right above her car, she relaxed a little but she was still hesitant.
"You're so damn outrageous Abigail! You didn't fear offering yourself to that scary stranger but now you're afraid to open your window to this pleasant looking one?!" she mumbled to herself, shaking her head, as though she was now convinced that she was crazy.
The man knocked again, flashing his pleasant smile, as if he was using his beauty to lure her out.
'I have something to give you.' She read his lips.
Heaving a sigh, she finally rolled down the car's window.
"Hello, Miss…" he grinned, flashing his white teeth. He was truly another out of this world beauty. Although, to her, that ruthless man still beat him good when she compared their looks.
"What is it? Do you need something?" she asked politely. The man leaned in on her and gave her a piece of paper.
"If you want to meet that man again, just contact me and I'll tell you where to find him," he said, smiling kindly at her. He had a pleasant atmosphere about him that made one not feel that he had any ulterior motives. He looked like the kind of man that would easily entice people with just his sweet smile. Still, Abigail had a hunch that this one was dangerous, too.
"That man?" Abigail creased her brows, trying to confirm, even though she already knew, who he was talking about.
"Mm. That cold man who told you that you're unattractive." He grinned and Abigail blinked at him. Her frustration somehow came back.
"You know him?" she finally asked and the man nodded.
"He's my friend."
"W-why would you want me to meet him?"
"Because you want to show him that his judgement is wrong. So let's just say, I'm helping you prove your point." He grinned again, looking as though he was encouraging her.
Abigail was even more confused but before she could say anything more, he spoke again.
"You don't want to? Did you already change your mind?" he asked, seemingly disappointed.
But the moment he began retracting his hand, Abigail took the piece of paper he was holding out to her.
The man smiled in satisfaction before he moved away. "Bye bye, Miss Yellow! See you!" he waved and then before she knew it, he disappeared from her sight, leaving her blinking in confusion and curiosity as she stared at the note in her hand.
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Reason
As she left the city, Abigail's mind began to wander.
She was already twenty-two and still never had a boyfriend. She grew up within a peaceful, loving family and she had grown up into a really good girl. Some even compared her to an untainted snow, well-mannered and pure, but most mocked her, calling her, Miss goody-two-shoes or little Miss Priss.
As she was growing up, Abigail had gotten used to other people mocking her but her grandparents always encouraged and advised her to not let the water around her enter her ship, otherwise, she would drown. She had been raised to keep a positive mindset and she herself decided that there was no way she would let those kinds of people drown her.
She had a reason for why she had never had a boyfriend in her twenty-two years of existence. When she was seventeen, she realized that she had developed a trauma – she was afraid of having someone fall in love with her.
Abigail had witnessed just how much her father suffered day by day, even years after her mother died. It was unbearable for her to even watch him. Her father loved her mother so much that even after nearly two decades her death, she still saw her dad crying at night, looking at his wife's photo. She had seen just how painful it was to lose someone you loved through her father – it was nothing but torture. She even once heard her father saying that he didn't feel alive anymore since that day her mother died. She knew that her father was only holding on because of her.
Years after her mother's death, Abigail was diagnosed with the same illness that killed her mother. It appeared that she inherited the illness from her and since then, she'd been battling with it. She was only seventeen that time and she knew that just like her mother, she only had 5 more years to live.
That was why she always rejected the boys who showed any interest in her. There were a few of them but her fear would always be triggered especially when someone confessed to her. All she could say to them was 'sorry'. Due to that, Abigail avoided boys as much as she could. She even purposely dressed quite unfashionably in order to become less attractive.
However, as years passed by, Abigail started to question herself. 'Will I die just like this?'
The desires that she had been suppressing all this time were getting out of control. She had been dreaming of wanting to experience how it would feel like to love someone. She wanted to know how it would feel to have butterflies in one's stomach, and how it would feel to kiss and embrace that person you loved with all your heart, romantically. She had read many webnovels and she couldn't help but wish she could at least experience this so called love before she died. That was her only wish – to fall in love, to find someone she could fall in love with.
But she was torn. She was afraid and worried sick. She didn't want to leave someone behind to suffer when she was gone. She didn't want anyone to experience the loss and pain her father was going through until now.
For years, she'd been thinking about it and she thought she had already accepted her fate but now that her due date was getting closer, the desire in her heart only kept on getting stronger. So she decided to be brave and try her best to make her wish come true with the little time she had left.
The only way she could think of to fulfill her wish was – to find a man whom she could fall in love with but would never fall in love with her. She had heard and read stories about one sided love. She heard and read that that kind of love was excruciatingly painful but… she still wanted it. If this was the only way for her to experience falling in love, she would be willing to throw herself in it, even if it meant being hurt. She thought that she could handle the pain of loving someone who didn't love her back more, than dying without knowing what love felt like at all. Perhaps, she was thinking about the quote she once read when she was eighteen that said, 'It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all'.
Abigail once anonymously shared her situation online and asked about what to do. Her thread garnered lots of attention and different contradicting reactions occurred.
"Since you don't want someone to fall in love with you, then why don't you go and pick a random bad guy? I mean, there are a lot of jerks and heartless idiots out there who only know how to break hearts." Was one of the advice she wanted to try. But what if that supposedly heartless someone would fall for her in the end?
Abigail still had a year left.
She was doing fine for now. The people around her, except her family didn't even know that she was sick. But her mother was like this back then, too. Abigail somehow knew that her health would start to worsen in the fifth year – this year. She could even foresee that she might have to start going back and forth from the hospital in the next month or two. She was aware that she didn't have much time left.
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The one
Everything that just happened right then started replaying in her mind and she couldn't believe herself. She actually did something so outrageous like that? It was simply unbelievable. Now that she pondered about it, she couldn't fathom where she got her bravery from to approach him, much more offer herself to a stranger as mysterious and dangerous as him. Was she really that desperate?
Abigail was aware that what she did was pure madness but… deep in her heart, she didn't regret it and the fact that that man rejected her unexpectedly motivated her. She thought that he really was the man she had been looking for. A heartless man who didn't fall for anyone. She didn't know why but she believed him when he said he didn't do love and never would. Maybe it was because she could see the truth in his eyes. She didn't know why but she just felt that the man had an icy heart that would never, ever melt.
But was it possible for her to fall in love with such a man? she wondered. Would it possible for her to love a man who was cold so cold that he might even scare her poor heart away? She didn't know but, like Eve, she wanted to taste the forbidden fruit even though she knew it might bring her pain. Besides, didn't they say that 'love builds up' and 'love is blind'?
At this point, she thought that there was really no reason for her to even tell herself to be careful anymore. There was no point for her to chicken out anymore because she was going to die soon and if she wanted her wish to come true, she had to do it NOW. She just knew that this was her last chance.
…
When she arrived home, her family was waiting for her in the living room, watching their favorite TV show.
They then had another pleasant and peaceful dinner before Abigail finally went in her room.
After taking a shower, she lay in her bed. She had been thinking about that man all night, even when she was in the shower. Strangely, she couldn't stop. Was it because he rejected her? Probably not. Maybe, it was because of his ever so striking appearance? The probability was high.
Abigail couldn't help but think that he wasn't real as she remembered every feature of his face very clearly in her head. She then lifted the note that pleasant man in black jacket gave her and stared at it for a long while.
As she lay there, her eyes finally drifted close. The next thing she knew the sun was already streaming through her windows.
She rose and did her usual routine; arranged her bed, helped her grandmother prepare their breakfast, and after eating together, she got ready for work, kissed her family goodbye before she drove back to the city.
After Abigail graduated from college, she volunteered to work at the Morning Sun orphanage. Her family co-founded that orphanage and she had become a part time volunteer since high school. Her job was mainly assisting the teachers during class time. She was assigned to read books to the kids on the weekdays, except Fridays, and she loved what she was doing. She had grown to care very much about the children and she treated them as her family. She was truly happy extending any help for as long as she was able.
It was Monday so the kids that hadn't seen her for three days were excited to see her. They embraced her one by one in the hall way as soon as they saw her.
"Miss Aby! We missed you." the youngest in the bunch, Betty, kissed her in her cheek.
"I missed you too, darling. Now, let's get inside. Your teacher is coming."
Abigail assisted Mrs. Smith, the kids' teacher, the whole day. She read the story of "The little prince" this time and when the class was over, Abigail headed to a coffee shop near the orphanage.
She had sent Kelly, her friend, a message last night that she wanted to talk to her about something so they planned to meet at this shop – their favorite meeting place since college.
"How are you? You were pretty drunk last night." Abigail was looking at Kelly with a raised brow.
"Do I look that bad?"
"Yep."
"Don't lie, Aby. I made sure that my eye bags are perfectly covered!" she huffed and Abigail could only chuckle. Her friend Kelly Young was insanely rich. She didn't really know why the two of them, who were worlds apart from each other had become the best of friends.
Kelly during college was definitely envied by many. She was pretty, super rich and had lots of suitors. However, she was alone at school. Only boys who wanted to hit on her approached her and the ladies avoided her like the plague. When Abigail began talking to her and they eventually became close, the students started calling her Kelly's maid. She couldn't blame them. She did look like a maid compared to the fashionable and sophisticated Kelly. But Abigail didn't really care. She knew that Kelly was a good person and she was her friend no matter what anyone said.
Back then, Kelly was the one who kept being enraged every time people mocked Abigail. She even insisted on dressing her up - god only knew how many times she had begged her - but Abigail refused her again and again until the girl eventually gave up.
"So? What's the agenda? I'm really curious, you know? You calling me out like this is soooo rare." Kelly sipped on her drink as she looked at her friend with narrowed eyes.
Letting out a deep sigh, Abigail pressed her lips tightly before she looked at her friend.
"I have found a man." Abigail said and Kelly choked. "Careful, Kelly!"
"Cough, cough… what did you say? Y-you? You found a man? You?!" Kelly looked like she just heard something so damn unbelievable.
"Calm down. Don't be too loud."
"Oh my god, Abi, how can I be calm right now?! You… my ever so innocent Abi finally found a man you like?!"
"Well, I still can't say if I like him but... he's the man I've been looking for and… he's the one I want."
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I want him
"Wow, this is unbelievable. Who is he? Who is this man that caught my dearest Abi's eyes? Huh?" Kelly was so excited.
"Actually, I failed to get his name. All I know is that his surname is Qinn." Abigail's response made Kelly pout but she was quick to bounce back to being excited and asked her about how and where she saw him.
Abigail told her that she saw the man in the garage of Kelly's apartment building last night. But of course, she didn't say anything about the drama she saw and the outrageous thing she did.
"That man is… he is super handsome. I wonder if he's some kind of celebrity. But I don't think he's one or I would know about him."
"Wow, now I'm dying with curiosity. This is the first time you praised a man's looks, you know?"
"Oh, is that so?"
"Hello… you really haven't cared about men before, Abi! You don't even look at them! Okay, so? What are you gonna do about this super handsome, Mr. Qinn?"
Kelly's brow lifted again. She was so damn intrigued and she looked like she was very much more animated than Abigail about this.
Abigail looked down at her hand wrapped around the lemonade bottle. She looked like she was considering something vital in her head while her friend was impatiently waiting for her.
"I…" Abigail started as she looked up to her friend, looking serious. "I want him to be my boyfriend."
For a while, Kelly gaped at her. It seemed like she was shocked. But the moment she recovered, a huge, bright smile curved up on her face.
"Okay! That's my girl! You're finally hearing my advice. My innocent bun finally learned to become daring!"
Kelly was happy and for some reason, proud, like a happy mother who had just witnessed her child finally learning to walk on her own for the first time.
"Kelly, I want to impress him so I want to ask you to –"
"Darling… leave it to me. I promise to dress you up and turn you into the most stunning woman on Earth!"
After their talk, Abigail told Kelly that she would contact her once she decided to meet him. Kelly offered to help her get him but Abigail simply told her that she had to learn how to do it herself which of course, made her friend beam happily again.
"Okay, just call me if you need help, okay? And about your outfit, don't even worry about it. I will make sure that handsome man will fall in love with you at first sight," was all Kelly promised before the two of them parted.
Abigail couldn't tell her friend that she was not trying to make him fall for her at all. She also didn't say anything negative about the man. She didn't tell her that he was heartless and cold. She didn't tell her that he told her he didn't like her. And most of all, she didn't tell her that the man was dangerous because Abigail knew that if Kelly found out what kind of man she chose, she would surely go against it. Kelly had always been protective of her so she could already foresee her reaction if she found out about the strange and mysterious man she had chosen.
It was already dark when she arrived home. Her family waited for her again before they all ate dinner together.
Once in her room, Abigail took the piece of paper out from her drawer. She stared at the number and typed it on her phone.
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