Chapter 115
Despite the fact that Paris was a wealthy man, Jenna insisted on running her little pub herself. Once Paris got over the fact that he was a wealthy man, he realized that being nothing more than a bartender and near the woman he loved was all that he wanted. Over the next few months, they took short holidays to visit Paris’s properties while falling deeper in love and planning their wedding.
One evening after closing the pub, the two of them were oblivious to an old friend of Paris that was watching them. Neither one of them noticed Wynn lurking in the dark while they locked up.
Back in her apartment, Jenna excitedly walked over to the fridge to tick off the calendar day. “Can’t believe our wedding is only two weeks away.”
“I can. These past few months have been dragging. I don’t know why you had to choose a date so far into the future,” Paris complained, opening the fridge to take a few things out to start dinner.
“I told you; my father’s sisters are only on holiday then and since they will be walking me down the aisle, I couldn’t make the date earlier. Besides, we will have the island all to ourselves then when the holidaymakers are few,” Jenna reminded him and turned on the stove.
“I thought you said the island your aunts live on is not very popular, so what does it matter what time of the year we get married there?” Paris questioned.
“Koh Rong Island, Cambodia is a bit of a hidden gem but non the less still a tourist destination,” Jenna explained, having fond memories of when her father took her for holidays to visit his sisters on the island that he grew up on and where she was born.
“Well, I am counting the days,” Paris said and leaned over to plaster a kiss on her.
Even though Paris convinced himself that he was in love with Jenna, he was keeping a secret from her; he still dreams of a mysterious woman with hazel-green eyes and long dark hair.
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After Wynn saw Paris with the mysterious woman, he decided to go back to the island and compel Ann to believe that her so-called boyfriend broke up with her, leaving the door open for him to step in and sweep her off her feet.
Wynn arrived back at the island, unaware that Michael has been following him all along.
Wynn went straight to Ann’s hotel room and knocked on the door. When he got no answer, he decided to go out of the hotel and sped around to the doors that led to the beach. He saw them open and knew that she must be walking on the beach.
In the distance, he saw Ann. Wynn walked towards her and knew she spotted him when she put up her hand and waved at her.
The moment Wynn caught up with her, he compelled her. “You broke up with your boyfriend last night.”
“Where have you been?” Ann questioned, wrapping her arms around him.
“I had to take care of a few things,” Wynn said and waited for her to spill the beans, but she said nothing, so he took the lead. “What is the matter? You look off.”
“My boyfriend and I broke up last night,” Ann said, feeling sad and wondering why she only remembers now that they broke up.
“I hope it was not because of the kiss?” Wynn said and pulled her in again to comfort her.
“I guess,” Ann bit her lip confused.
In the distance, Michael was shocked to see Ann. ‘So, Wynn has been hiding her all this time. Are he and Shysie working together all along?’ Michael wondered and kept out of sight, planning his next move, wondering if he should abduct Ann.
“Do you want to go get a drink? I am a good listener if you want to talk about it?” Wynn asked.
“That will be great, but no kissing,” Ann joked.
“No kissing,” Wynn agreed, even though he was hoping for a lot of kissing, but knew he just had to give her time.
While getting drunk with Ann on the beach, a breeze alerted him as it brought with it a familiar scent. ‘Michael?’ Wynn thought. ‘Crap, he must have followed me here thinking I will lead him to Shysie,’ Wynn realized.
“Where are you going?” a half-drunk Ann chuckled when Wynn stood up.
“I will be right back,” Wynn said and continued to scan the area, looking for Michael.
Wynn walked away from Ann but now and then looked back toward where he left Ann making sure that Michael does not go over to her.
“Looking for me?” Michael finally came into sight.
“What do you want? Why are you following me?” Michael questioned, speeding right up to Michael and grabbing him by the throat.
Michael shoved him away. “I was looking for your sister in the hope of finding Ann, but here you are a happy bloody couple. Why is Ann hiding out in the middle of nowhere?”
“Because she wants to,” Wynn spat. “She is mine now, so best you just leave.”
“Oh please. A few months ago, you were ready to walk down the aisle and marry Queen Amirah and now you are in love with Ann? Who the hell are you blushing?” Michael spat.
“I got over it and fell in love with Ann,” Wynn defended himself, the two men walking circles around each other, ready to pounce. “In case you don’t know, Ann was my girlfriend long before she was into Paris and, well, you.”
“I know, but only because she was compelled by your lunatic sister,” Michael spat. “Shysie knew all along that the two of you ran off. You know she was willing to die to keep your secret.”
“What are you talking about?” Wynn frowned, not having a clue what Michael was talking about.
“See for yourself,” Michael held out his palm to Wynn to drink his blood.
“I am not drinking your blood. Just explain to me what happened,” Wynn demanded, a hint of worry about his sister creeping up in him.
“Truce?” Michael questioned.
“Hell no. Just tell me why you think Shysie had anything to do with Ann’s disappearance?” Wynn demanded.
“Promise you are not just trying to trick me to catch me off guard,” Michael said with caution, relaxing a bit.
“Oh, my hell. I promise not to try to kill you for the rest of the night unless it is to defend myself from your crazy ass,” Wynn said and relaxed.
Feeling Wynn’s promise is legit, Michael started to explain what transpired between Shysie and himself and why he thought Shysie was responsible for Ann’s disappearance.
