Chapter 58


    Chapter 58 Fifty Eight


    SYDNEY’S POV


    The address that Mark sent me indicated that he was at Luigi’s bar. My gaze fell on his car by the


    side of the road as I drove to the parking lot and parked my car.


    I made my way into the bar. As I looked around, searching for where Mark might have taken a seat,


    my eyes fell on Luigi. He was already looking at me. As our eyes met, he pointed his index finger


    and middle finger to his eyes and faced it in my direction. “I am watching you,” he m*uthed.


    I rolled my eyes and pressed one of my fingers to my eyes. “I will gouge out your eyeballs,” I


    m*uthed back. Then I turned and walked to Mark’s private room. Since he was not on the down


    floor then he was definitely in one of the VIP rooms.


    “Sydney…” Mark’s eyes instantly fell on me and he slurred. “You’re here,ee, take a seat,”


    he patted on the space beside him.


    I paused at the door and eyed the empty bottles on the table. I shook my head at his form, he was


    gulping another cup of whiskey. How many had he taken? Anyway, figuring out how many bottles of


    whiskey he had taken was not my business.


    I closed the door behind me and stepped further into the room. “Where’s the promised hundred


    thousand dors?”


    He chuckled lightly, then he reached for a bag by his side and pulled out his checkbook. I watched


    as he unsteadily held the pen he pulled out with the checkbook and swiftly signed his name. With a


    smirk, he handed it to me, “Fill in any amount you like.”


    With a smirk on my face too, I took the checkbook and pen from him and took a seat on the scat


    where he had patted.


    I had the opportunity to be greedy and either add a zero to the amount or change the first number


    to any other number of my choice but I didn’t. A hundred thousand dors was a lot. I filled in the


    exact amount he promised then I showed it to him so that he could see that I didn’t add any extra


    figure.


    He nodded, “Whenever you’re free, you can stop by the bank and cash it out.”


    After securely tucking the checkbook in my bag, I got down to business, asking, “So why am I here?


    What did you want to talk to me about?”


    He regarded me for a while then he went straight to why he had invited me here, “Do you know


    everything about Be and some Isaac guy?”


    I raised my brows. “You’ve found out.”


    He ignored my response, “Including that the child in Be’s womb wasn’t mine. Did you know


    all of these?”


    I took a deep breath and nodded, “I know.”


    Then he asked, his brows creased in confusion, “Why didn’t you tell me? We were together for


    three whole years and you never even bothered to hint that she left me for another guy.”


    I countered, my brows raised, “Why should I have told you? It wasn’t my story to tell, Mark,” He sat


    up more upright, “If you had told me, we would not have ended up divorced. Our marriage would


    still exist, we would have made it work.”


    I shook her head and raised my palm, “Nuh uh, no matter what – whether I had told you or not,” I


    niet his gaze, “our union, since I walked up to you at the altar and you saw that I was not Be, was


    meant to be doomed.”


    He opened his m*uth to speak but I beat him to it.


    “Besides, let’s face it, Mark, you wouldn’t have believed me. To you, in your heart, I was just a thief


    and I had stolen your love. You would have readily believed that any word from me was a lie, an


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    now, wouldn’t you also disbelieve every word she says?” I shrugged, “That’s just how it is.”


    He looked at me, silent for a while, as his eyes searched. He reclined in his seat and his fingers ran


    through his hair, “You’re right, I indeed wouldn’t have believed you.”


    Then he leaned forward and his hands reached out to caress my face, “I wish I had realized how


    smart you were sooner than now then I would have fallen in love with you. But I was blinded by


    rage; that I had been deceived into marrying you, hurt; that Be didn’t trust me enough to tell me


    that she was sick and guilt; that I didn’t see the signs of her sickness when I should have.


    I raised my brows as he moved closer, wondering what he was up to. Then his face got closer and


    he attempted to k*ss me.


    That was the height of it. I ced my palm on his face and pushed it back. It is enough that you


    touch my face. My services do not include k*ssing or S*x, watch out or I’ll bash your head in, I


    earned sternly.


    Heughed, seeming humored but he backed off, “Alright, ma’am. I’ll y by your rules.”


    Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open. We both turned to the door to see Lucas


    walk in.


    His eyes were set on Mark as he moved to my side. He stood beside me and possessively ced


    his hand on my shoulders. Now I was stuck between Mark and Lucas.


    “What are you two talking about?” His eyes shifted to me then back to Mark, “With the door


    closed.”


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    I brought out the ch*ck from my bag and waved it in his face. “Nothing much, he paid a hundred


    dors just to see me,” I said and fl*pped my hair back. It costs that much to see me.” Lucas


    chuckled, “Aren’t you worried I’ll get jealous?”


    I replied with a grin, “Sorry, the money was just too easy to earn so I pushed all of my worries and


    thoughts out the window. I could not resist it.”


    Lucas just squinted his eyes at me.


    I safely sl*pped the checkbook in my pants pocket and stood up. My arms curled around his


    shoulders and I ced a brief k*ss on his ever inviting l*ps. My heart catapulted in my ch*st just at


    that mere contact.


    I pouted and blinked, “Are you jealous now?”


    Mark, who must have been watching our exchange in silence blurted out his question, his words


    heavily coated in disbelief, “Are you two dating?!”


    I turned to him with a big grin, my arms still lodged around Lucas‘ shoulders and cheerfully


    answered his question. “Yes!” I turned to Lucas, ced a peck on his l*ps again and hugged him.


    After that night where we shared ice cream like old times and shared a k*ss, the awkwardness


    between us had been blissfully severed.


    The sound of Mark mming his ss down on the table resounded in the room. I flinched and


    turned to him. He cast both of us a cold re without a word, the rage and jealousy he must be


    feeling swirled in his eyes. Then he grabbed his bag and stood up.


    As he passed by, he hit his shoulder with Lucas‘ shoulder. Now anyone would be able to tell that


    that action was deliberate. He mmed the door behind him as he stormed out of the room.


    Lucas and I turned to face eachother then we suddenly burst outughing.