Gavin noticing the women's lustful glare on him, and the angry look that had pervaded Meghan's face, decided that maybe it would be best if he did what his wife said, and left the place to go outside where he did not have to deal with such constraining atmosphere.In thirty minutes time, Megan was done with the hair she was making. It was a bob hairstyle that framed her face nicely. It would have been more beautiful on her if only she would just stop frowning her face in the way and manner she was doing."You look exquisite, madame," the stylist said in a french accent. "I believe if your husband comes her and sees you he would be delighted and very happy. But em... If only you could just smile, I am sure you would look better."Meghan cast her gaze from the mirror she was looking at to the stylist. A cold menacing glare that had the woman shivering in her soul."Well, maybe not," she said.Meghan paid her no attention and called Gavin's number. "I am done. Where are you? You better
They got home and immediately after they got out of the car, Meghan rushed into the house without saying anything to Gavin who was now left with the bags of clothes to hold. He got inside after her. She was already sitting on a couch, holding her hands together like she was in prayer. Her face was still very much in a frown."Gavin," she began, pretty much in a tone that already signalled to Gavin that he was going to be doing another round of explanation once more. "What exact was all of that in the beauty salon about?"He opened his mouth to speak, but it only hung out open in the manner of a person who had something to say but did not know how to say it. And truly, he did not know what to say to her."I don't know." The words slipped out of his mouth. "Are you seriously telling me you don't know what was going on?" Meghan asked, crooking her neck as if to have a better view of his face."I mean that I don't know what was going on. How am I supposed to do that? I am not in the mind
Hours before Gavin was called in by the police, the Chief Security Officer of the City Express, Ron was on the road, in his car. In just a few hours after he was threatened he had developed a habit of looking left and right, over and before his shoulder blades.Of course he was too prideful to admit that he was scared, even to himself. He could not bear to look into the car's mirror and admit that to himself. That indeed he was scared that Gavin, whom he had always thought to be lower than himself, now had the ability to make his hands shake and his knees tremble.His eyes scanned every face he saw on the road he drove. Everybody was a suspect. His house lay in a part of the city that could only be accessed by going through a certain street known for its scantiness.He made a sign of the cross before driving by despite himself. He drove slowly, looking left and right to see if he would see anything out of the ordinary. He did not. For the entirety of his movement through the street, h
Immediately Gavin heard his name being mentioned on the phone, he knew exactly what was coming for him. He knew for certain that this would happen."I'm sorry, Meghan," he began. "But it seems we are going to have this conversation later. I have somewhere to be.""Somewhere?" Meghan's brows were raised in suspicion. "You have been doing some very secretive things recently. I know that you do not have work to go to untill tomorrow. Where is this place that is so important than what we are talking about that you have to be?”"You don't need to know. Just trust me."Trust? Meghan did not even trust the word trust. She hardly knew what he was up to, and the incident in the salon had ignited something in her heart that she did not want to admit to him about. The jealousy had made her more territorial than she ever was with him, and even now, she had fears that he might as well be leaving her to go see one of the women from the salon. She could not trust him. There were way too many things
It was already late in the night when Meghan received a call from her husband. The moment she heard the ring tone, she could already tell for no reason whatsoever that he was in trouble. There was no way to explain it for her. It was sort of like an electric feeling that moved through her nerves.She picked up the phone, listened to what he had to say and dropped the phone back on the table. She put her hands on her waist. And then her lips. And then on her forehead. She could feel the anxiety surge up as sweat dropped of her face.Once again, he had gotten himself into trouble, she thought. How was she going to go about it? That night, she had to put on something comfortable enough to shield her from the cold of the night, and went out to meet her husband who was in police custody.She cursed as he walked down the road.She went to the police station and saw him in the new clothes he had bought, while he looked pitifully through the bars. There was a little smile crawling into his
On the way out of the police station, Meghan saw a woman come in. She looked familiar with her ginger colored hair but Meghan could not tell where exactly she had met her. She did not have the time to scatter through her mind searching for irrelevant things like where she met a familiar stranger. She left her husband in a cell, ignored his pleading for help. Certainly, ignoring a stranger would not be that hard.The woman coming in as well had recognized her face, but ignored Meghan also, remembering that she was the troublesome woman that was shouting at her husband in the salon. She absolutely wanted nothing to do with her, and moved ahead without exchanging a single word of greeting.The woman went into the station and saw a young man with his back turned towards her. His shape and certain other features seemed to resemble so much the husband of the woman she had just seen outside of the vicinity while coming in."You heard her, go back inside," one of the policemen said in a ver
Gavin watched her walk away, even more passionately angry than how he thought his wife should have been. He wondered why she felt angry about it, and more than that he wondered what she would be able to do, as mere looking at her, she seemed rather unreliable to him.She had ginger colored hair with very red-brown eyes. Red hair was not a common feature in hair. He could clearly see that she was not particularly common either.His hands held tightly to the bars when the police officer serving as a guard for that night said to him, "You should thank your lucky stars that the daughter of the Chief of Police likes you. You really are one lucky mother fucker, you."Gavin gave him no reply, and just let his head dangle once more on the bars. He did not feel as lucky as the police guard was touting. Look at him, he thought. In jail, abandoned by his wife, and unable to do anything about it, because he made a promise to his grandfather to keep the family wealth a secret."Making money is so
Gavin was set free from the cell and allowed to go. He was about going outside when he heard the high pitched voice of a woman calling on him."Hey, wait up. Just wait for me outside. I'm coming." She flicked her ginger red hair, and continued the conversation and scolding she was having and or giving to the lieutenant.Gavin had no choice than to wait. She was his savior after all. He stood outside, laid his body on a wall and watch the stars dotting the night sky. For some reason he wished to see a shooting star, although he knew that the chances of getting to see that was slim.She came outside of the station, spotted him laying on the wall and called out again. "Hey. How are you doing?" "I think it is quite obvious how I am doing." His reaction was calm. She was visibly blushing just looking at him."Okay," she said to him, looking for words to say as well. He noticed that she was more shy than she was back then in the salon."So thank you for helping me out, I really appreciate