Chapter Two
The longer Nick talked to Marielle, the more he liked her. Her hypnotizing eyes, made him forgot all his fears and told her his story like raging water, words after words. He memorized her sweet features. They were flawless. He'd never seen anyone more perfect. And her brain, her wits, they made him laugh. They could be cruel sometimes, but yet, he was falling for the wonderful Marielle. In fact, the attraction was so great that he asked her out for a date, which Marielle nonchalantly excepted.
"Isn't this ironic?" Marielle asked, admiring the glamour of Casa Blanca around her. The most sophisticated resteraunt in LA. "That a police and a suspect go out on a date?"
"I thought you are a investigator," replied Nick challengingly. "And I'm not a suspect."
"Really?" Marielle looked at him with her eye brows raised. "Then why is Officer Dexter so mad at you? You should've seen the look on his face when you walked out of the station free. By the way, I'm also a police, dimwit, a investigator for the force."
"Ha, ain't I offended." Nick throw his hands up.
"Why don't we try enjoying this evening?" Marielle said smoothly.
"You started it," Nick said.
"And I ended it," Marielle replied amused. Nick was speechless.
"Girl, you are smart. You've got a answer for everything."
"Well, last time I checked, my IQ is over 160. I must admit." Nick couldnt' find an answer to that, he just meddled with his food around the plate. Silence filled the air for a while.
"Do you have a hitch who wants to kill your girlfriends so badly?" Marielle asked.
"Course not."
"Anyone who hates you?"
"Nope. I'm well-loved, as you know," Nick answered still looking at his plate.
"Talking about 'ego'," Marielle muttered under her breath.
"Hey, I'm offended. But I can tell you, I never hurt anyone in my life."
"Unintentionally?" Marielle required.
Suddenly, glass shattered. Everyone turned their heads. Bullets fired at them.
"Heads down!