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Jan POV
Driving about a hour now. I was now at her work place back at the fancy little restaurant , well not little , Extremely big . Having first class for all the business men and woman who slept with money as to how rich that must be . Heading up to the stir , remembering where I was sitting and what happened between her and her boss makes me wonder. Does she treat her workers like prostit........ . " I was out off my thoughts to see Esther storming out of the building after her boss yelled a few words that caused me to chuckle a bit .

"Esther , ESTHER GET BACK HER YOU BROWN HEADED CRAZY LITTLE SNEAKING ........." Miss Dora yelled with her eyes red and her right hand in a fist pointing in the air , her face all red and ugly . She looked like a fat pig , a fat wild pig . I found myself going towards the door . There I saw her sobbing against her car . That's when I remembered. Her pink lips with a warm greetings, her purse matching her heels, She enjoyed making me happy . That includes wearing my favorite colour of course . Her dark gray dress soaking unto her body . Lust filled my eyes as I saw her , careful in each step she made. Very classy young lady and hot as well.

"Bae, I missed you so much" she said will hugging me . I gently push her back and look into those deep forest green eyes now swimming in emotions . Sad, Anger, love, fear all mix together as her lips tremble , her eyes back and forth with confusion as I look at her with nothing . "J......Ja .......Ja.......Jan?" Her voice now shaky and she placed a hand at my cheek. A tear escaped her eyes. "JAN, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?, THIS IS NOT MY BABY!" she looked at me while pointing a hand on my chest as she cried . I could tell she was getting angry at this point

"Jan" before she could finished I found myself sitting on my bed and drinking my champagne. She stood there crying . "Jan"
"Esther please..... Just.........shut up and hear me out " I said with authority. She lean against the chester draw with one handing wiping the tear from her eyes. She was very soft towards me . Most of the times I would do and say things that makes her feel like a door mat but would I care? My parents died in a car crash and I remember my mother told me never to trust a woman . Hurt her before she hurts you. And be an undercover while your at it . "Any wrong moves and she's out ". I smiled at my moms words . That's how she have grown me . My dad being busy as always not knowing anything about me . So I guess he wouldn't know if his son was a bad guy in good suits. Knowing how to impressed the ladies with sweet words and just for one night and that's it .

But something about Esther makes me wonder. She stood by me even at my darkest hour. She would light the way when I was scared and confused . Just a smile from her would make me feel like I can conquer the world . I knew it was me who caused us to break up . Four years all wasted.

I walked up to her. Her sobbing and vanished. Without breaking an eye contact I started playing in her hair. "Esther, come home with me ..... Just for...." I stopped in my words to acknowledge her standing boldly on her feet cursing at me. " Oh so you can sleep with me? So you can remind me of how wrong I was just because a stupid car your friend gave me for my engagement gift! " she hissed .
"Wanna talk things over! Please.... Esther I miss you ." tears forming in my eyes and I couldn't control it anymore .

"Is it just me or I'm a good actor?" My mind questioned . But Now I knew I wasn't only acting . I do miss her. She had been a lot to me. She meant the world to me. She was my daisy . Before I knew it I was crying like a baby . With her hands placed on my shoulders . She lifted my chin and I met her gaze . I watched as she looked at me with no form of emotion . This girl has became an ice queen . " Your damn good " she laughed to herself . "Get in your car . Your coming to my place" I nodded as I watch her perfect body slip into my car. I quickly hopped in . As we drive to her house .

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