Dimitri

''Just buy her what she wants!'' I exclaim on the phone, eyes wandering around to find that a few people have turned to look at me which causes me to smile at them; muttering an apology under my breath before walking down the aisle, ''She's pregnant. What do you expect? Just buy her whatever she wants. Put your lazy ass aside,'' I add, quietly.

Aidan sighs deeply on the other line, ''Don't get me wrong, man. She can eat whatever she wants and I can buy her whatever she needs but I just got back from work, she wouldn't even let me change, for god's sake—she was literally dragging me out the front door before I accidentally got pissed off and now she's locking herself in our room.'' He replies.

''Just . . . just, knock on the door and say that if she steps out, you'll take her out to buy whatever she wants.'' I mutter, looking down the aisle for Brody's favourite cereals. ''You have got to understand that pregnant women tend to get pretty sensitive and you have to deal with that for the upcoming months. Just—''

He cuts me off, ''—shut up, you're nagging. I hate it when you're nagging,''

''Well, you asked for it!''

''Whatever, I'll just text or call you tomorrow on whatever happens later. You're right, I need to give in and just understand her more especially when she's going through a lot of changes with her body. Thanks, man.'' He continues to speak as I hear him walking, letting me nod my head and mutter 'thank God' under my breath for cutting off the conversation.

''Later,'' I hang up the call before turning around to see an old woman staring at me with her lips curved up into a smile, causing me to smile back at her as I awkwardly grab onto my son's favourite cereal.

''Have a nice day,'' I nod my head as I slowly turn around to walk away, furrowing my brows in confusion at the sudden sight of her before heading straight towards the cashier to pay. As soon as I hand him over the total amount, I grab onto the paper bag and walk ahead towards the exit, heading straight towards my car or more precisely, towards where my car was.

My eyes wander around the parking lot to find my spot is currently empty before finding a note with the same exact handwriting that I've been receiving for the past couple of months with my belongings missing, 'I like playing games. Do you?' I read, slowly crumbling it.

This whole idiotic mess has got to stop, it has been going on for months and I've never once gotten to the stage where I find clues because every time I end up losing something, there's always this note with different words but same handwriting which makes no sense. At the same time, why would someone even bother to stalk me around and end up stealing my stuff?

''Great . . . just great,'' I mutter under my breath.

I unlock my phone to go through my contacts but to my surprise, my phone shuts down, signalling for me to charge it immediately in order to continue using. Just like that, my grip around my phone starts to tighten with my anger slowly rising up but I breathe out, trying to control myself from throwing anything onto the ground.

Within seconds, I'm already walking down the busy streets of New York without being bothered by the people surrounding me, only letting me walk down with my grip tightly onto the paper bag in my hand—with one thing on my mind, head home with this cereal safe so that Brody can enjoy a nutritious breakfast in the morning.

''Crappy day at work, ran out of cereals, best friend called to talk about other best friend, got my car stolen, have to walk about fifteen blocks. Yeah, yeah, how bad can this day get?'' I mutter under my breath before looking up to find the streets with less people, making me walk faster so that I can reach home faster with another thing on my mind, 'my bed must've missed me.' which causes me to smile, knowing that this whole crap will be worth it at the end.

My eyebrows furrow at the sound of someone muttering curses under her breath which causes me to look around, searching for the source.

''He's going to call back, he's going to call back, he's just busy.'' I continue to walk down the road, seeing a beautiful figure standing near one of the apartments, seeing her holding tightly onto her phone as she run her fingers through her dark, long hair. Just as I take a few more steps ahead, I am left mesmerised by her exotic features.

Her dark brown eyes are staring down at her phone screen as her eyebrows furrow, with her hair in a beautiful mess as her long legs stretch down the stairs, waiting for the 'person' to return her calls while I take my time to appreciate the beauty she holds. For some reason, she seems to be exact woman that I've once described to Kenna, except that she has long hair and dark eyes but everything else fits.

''Where is he? Why did my calls went straight to voicemail?'' She sighs deeply, ''Come on, come on, I've been waiting for hours—where are you, damn it? Just pick up the phone,'' She continues to speak with her eyes almost tearing up as her fingers fidget as she brings one hand through her hair, seems to have a habit of it.

''Trouble in paradise?'' I ask, frozen at my spot as soon as her eyes meet mine.

Both of her eyes linger longer onto my face before they start to wander down my body, seeing me holding onto my paper bag with nothing else in my hand but my phone. ''Excuse me?'' She raises an eyebrow, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she stands up, leaning closer towards the door. ''This is my home,'' She adds.

''It's cold. Why aren't you getting inside?'' I ask, causing her to get caught off guard as she clears her throat—letting me take a moment to eye down her outfit, seeing her standing in a pair of summer jeans, dark blouse and casual brown fashionable boots; not exactly the perfect outfit for this kind of weather which makes me wonder if she's from around here, at all especially at the sight of a luggage near her.

inside whenever I want, excuse you. How about you try minding your own business and walk along?'' She looks away, showing a few signs of being uncomfortable while I stay still at my spot; finding

''My name's Dimitri—''

ask for your name,'' She cuts me

am . . . so I told you my name and I can't seem to be minding my own business when you're being too loud talking to your phone,'' I point down at the phone in her hand, ''You're disturbing others. Besides, it's cold outside and it's only going to get colder especially in that outfit of yours, why don't you get inside or at least change into something much more . . . warm?'' My lips curve up into a smile

something in her bag. ''Oh! I completely forgot my keys, must've left it in my car. Thanks

minute. Did you just call me Derrick?'' My question seems to have caused

''Isn't that your

her name and that's telling me something but it's odd how she can make me feel all sorts of things just

Second, are you sure you don't know me? You've never seen my face anywhere? Somewhere? Because that's likely impossible, especially if you live in New York, in that apartment, even if that's your apartment.'' I raise an eyebrow, seeing

''Look, Derrick, I don't know you. You don't know me and that means we can just move on like how

I'm not Derrick,'' I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling myself pissed off by this girl who seems to have made me feel a lot of things just by

wander off to a figure behind me, causing me to follow her gaze—landing on an man who has

frown at the sight of her hand on cupped on my mouth as she shakes her head, trying to peek

hand, ''I like what you have in mind, love but I think I deserve to know your

''Shut up,

in annoyance, ''For the third time, for god's sake, woman. My name is not Derrick and never will be Derrick. It's not even hard to

eyes to widen in surprise before remaining silent. ''That motherfucker, that asshole, that lying freak! He—he's cheating on me. No wonder he didn't answer my calls or reply to my damn text messages because he was with that ugly

behind the building

her second girlfriend to step inside the house before closing the door, letting his first girlfriend A.K.A the

down, baby.'' The guy says, grabbing onto both of her arms while she tries to extract her

around five foot seven or five foot eight but honestly, if I ever lay eyes on her just like how

idiotic looking girl, you manipulative asshole! How could you even consider doing that?

are no longer a thing. I'm sorry for not answering your calls or reply to any of your text messages for the past few weeks but I don't want you to ruin this for me. Don't ruin my relationship with Brianna,'' He places one hand on her cheek

name sounds like an idiot!'' She

that you're angry and you have every right to be but now that you've found out the truth about Brianna, it's best if we end things like this, yeah?'' He continues to talk as he makes his way towards his front door, making Sophia's eyes widen before she starts to grab onto his hair, pulling him closer towards her as

which causes him to fall before sitting on top of him with her hands attacking him in every way possible as he

''Sophia, you're hurting

her cheeks as people walk down the streets to turn and look at them. ''After everything that I did to make sure that we're happy, you end up hurting me as if you've

the two of them. Just like that, I walk straight towards her to help her up with him looking down at both of us, ''Do you want to punch him? Just say the word,'' I say, looking down at her as I watch the

go. If he deserves to be punched, it'd be me doing so.'' She replies, wiping

running straight into his apartment, closing the door shut while she continues to cry

of this whole destruction which causes me to slowly place one hand on her back, not knowing how to react as she starts to grab onto my shirt, letting her

''Hey, hey, don't cry. He doesn't deserve you,'' I whisper near her ear, trying to soothe her down but her cries are only getting louder. ''Just so you know, I'm not good with crying

She chuckles, ''You're terrible

told you. So, instead of just crying here in the streets, why not I buy you a drink and you can continue crying then?'' I ask, one of my hand on her waist as she continues to wipe away her fallen

face as we continue to gaze down at our drinks. I take a sip of my beer while she continues to stare at hers, not knowing whether she should take a sip or gulp the whole thing, ''Are you hesitating on whether you should drink it

drinker,'' She replies, her

''Are you saying that you

Sophia nods her head, ''Exactly. So, if I say things that may come out as insane or stupid, please just don't get bothered by it. It's just that . . . I get drunk easily and I have a habit of saying stupid things when I'm drunk,'' She continues to speak, her hand reaching out for the glass before gulping the whole thing, causing my eyes

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