Two Villains

Ch. 40- Movie Date

"Show me his pictures," Suzy demanded. I struggled.

"I... I don't have any pictures of him with me," I admitted.

"How long have you been dating?" Anita asked me. I shrugged a bit.

"3 weeks," I lied.

"Oh, is this the one you wanted to meet?" Suzy reminded me of our conversation back when I was supposed to leave for Paris. I shrugged at her and tried to brush off her statements.

I was successful because our pagers rang; we needed to attend to operation theater number 6 for an emergency appendectomy with abscess drainage, as all other resident surgeons were busy.

And we trainee juniors were left to deal with such cases.

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Three weeks after returning from a lazy vacation, my legs couldn't tolerate the pain of standing up for a few hours in surgeries and patient management. I started to feel shooting pain in my calf muscle, in my ankle, as Suzy and I walked to the garage after our shifts had ended.

I could feel the chill in the weather; the autumn breeze was greeting us.

"Suzy, I forgot to tell you. I have my own car now," I tiredly told her. Suzy was visibly confused.

"Now, you're telling me your boyfriend, who sends you food, also sent you a car?" She demanded to know. I let out a big sigh.

As we walked towards our cars, I saw Suzy's jaw literally drop on the streets.

"A Bentley? A  fucking Bentley? You're riding a Bentley now?" Suzy was furious. I was embarrassed by her reaction. John was standing in front of the Bentley

"It's not mine; I just use it," I shrugged.

"Are you dating into the Mafia? Who the fuck gives his girlfriend a  fucking Bentleyon the 3rd week of dating??" Suzy was more upset than I had ever seen her, but I couldn't help but cackle a bit.

"I wish it were true," I told her, and her face contorted with even more confusion.

I decided to leave her alone to deal with her unfathomable emotions and walked to the Bentley—a blue Bentley that I was given by the Volkners to use for roaming around the city.

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I thought my days with Rhys in my own apartment would drive me crazy or would almost make us want to throttle each other, but it was surprisingly normal. At least for the first week. Normal beyond what I had expected. Most of the time, he minded his own business whenever he stayed home.

The sad part of it all was that he never tried to initiate any sort of conversation with me. It wasn't like he was avoiding me; it was more like he just wanted me to initiate any sort of conversation before he delved into every single detail of his part of the story.

It was as if he waited the whole day for me to ask him how his day was, only then would he turn into a silly chatterbox.

And he would talk a lot. I never thought a man would talk so much. From what happened in meetings to what someone did to someone else, he never missed a single detail. Most of it was business conversations that flew over my head. I tried to nod along with him.

The first weekday of September arrived, my day off.

Rhys was busy on his laptop, taking up the entire dining space with his makeshift office. Now, we both ate on our sofas while watching TV.