“Oh I’m sorry for the stress darling. Hazel told me what happened. I sincerely apologize.” Mrs. Walters faked a sad face which was only noticed by Clarissa who played along.

“It’s okay ma’am. It was uncalled for. No qualms.” Clarissa formed the white lotus in return as they played the fakers game.

After the whole sympathy was delivered to Clarissa, the room was empty again leaving just Clarissa and Romeo.

“You don’t have to act coy. Be free. You won’t get apprehended for that.” Romeo added and left the room.

“Don’t mind him. He’s always cold but he cares.” Hazel whispered.

“I actually don’t.” Romeo yelled in reply to Hazel’s statement.

“Fucker!” Hazel yelled.

“C’mon let’s go try these dresses out. They won’t wear themselves, right?” Hazel giggled like a teenager as she dragged the sad Clarissa to her room with one hand, stuffing the second hand with shopping bags.

“Geez slow down.” Clarissa

“I got the informations, Father.”

“Name, Clarissa AnabelleCallahan.”

“Age, 21.”

“Relatives, Just her aunt, Hannah Martinez.”

“Works at Blues Hotel as a Janitor and was Assigned to take care of the Bride’s lodge. I guess everything makes sense now.” Mister Walters first son explained.

“Hannah Martinez,” Mister Walters recalled as he stroke his chin.

“Aha!” Mister Walters yelled and snapped his finger.

“Bring her to me. Time to see an old friend.” He ordered.

“Her location has been unknown since yesterday. No GPS available, tracking is difficult.” Isaiah retorted raking his long fingers through his hair in frustration.

“As expected of a scheming cocksucker.” Mister Walters cussed and added a chuckle.

“Find all means to…,” Mister Walters said but the office door opened in an arrogant manner which caused Isaiah who was backing the door to flinch back, but Mister Walters never did. Just rested even better like he expected it.

“Who are you?” Was the only question that came into Isaiah’s numb skull as he stared at the figure approaching.

“Oh wow. You grew up to become Daddy’s dog? That’s so disappointing. I expected you to be more of Romeo. Carefree.”

The face was familiar. Clarissa’s Aunt!

“What the hell do you mean? I chose this. I studied Marketing in China just to get to this level. I wanted it!” Isaiah lost his cool at the moment. Hannah succeeded in adding salt to his sore. He hated being compared, especially with his nasty little brother.

“Oh yeah Whatever. I’m not here for you anyways. I hate to banter with kids.” Hannah just rolled her eyes and walked towards Mister Walters table and cleared it off.

“What?! Kids??” Isaiah retorted, his vein protruding out of anger.

“Okay that’s enough! Don’t get too loose.” Mister Walters finally talked and successfully shut Isaiah up.

“Still long as usual?” Hannah licked her lips and she hopped on the table and opened her leg wide, right in front of

“You bet!” Mister Walters smiled devilishly as he stroke her lap.

He brought his face closer to Hannah’s exposed v*gina and started to work on it. Hannah threw her head in ecstasy moaning loudly, totally ignoring Isaiah who just stood there like an idiot as he watched his own father perform a live porn in his presence.

“You’ve got two options pretty boy.”

“Either join your papa or just sit and watch. You’re free to jerk-off too.” Hannah giggled as she mocked Isaiah.

“I’d rather pass.” Isaiah replied and walked towards the door.

Getting to the door, he took one final look at his father who was currently getting a blowjob. For a second, he stared at the woman on the table in awe probably thinking of how she could take his huge father’s cock down her throat without gagging, then he left the room.

The moment he left, both cut the intimacy and kissed passionately like two lost lovers who finally reunited.

“Geez you still give the best blowjob Ever!” Mister Walters exclaimed as he smiled at Hannah who just rearranged the table.

“Okay why are you here?”

“You already know it, don’t you?” Hannah retorted as she ran her slender fingers over the picture on Mister Walters table. Her eyes turned tender as moisture clouds her eyes.

“This should have been me, Dave. It should have been me. You and I!” She cried as the tears fell directly onto the image.

“I still find it difficult to accept the fact that she took my place.” Hannah was now wiping her tears but sobs still came in, underground.

“It’s okay Hannah. I’ll find a way soon. However, I have a question.”

“Why did you do it? Swap daughters? That’s stupid of you to do. Salvatore is smart enough to know his daughter and already has his doubts and suspicion.” Dave was now raising his voice slightly as he stomped his foot to the ground.

“I know I’m doing. Now stop yelling at me, you shortsighted motherfucker!” Hannah yelled in return as she backed Dave.

“I’d attack when he least expects it. I wanna wreck him emotionally first.” Hannah replied. Her tone changed as she played with her fingers, giving a sinister laugh.

“Hazel. Don’t you think it’s too weird and exposing? I mean the dress?” Clarissa complained for the nth time as she adjusted the strap at her shoulder.

“It isn’t. It looks good on you, rather. Can’t you see?” Hazel smiled as she brought her towards the mirror.

“I know. Every dress looks good on me but this…I don’t wanna be a stripper.” Clarissa groaned as the sunk her stomach in.

“Oh darling. You’re a stripper.” Hazel whispered as she licked her lips which caused Clarissa’s eyes to widen.

“For your man only.” Hazel added as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on! If Romeo asks you to suck him off, won’t ya? That makes you his stripper!” Hazel scolded as she combed Clarissa’s blonde hair.

“Hazel? Tell Selene I’m going to Bells’ High reunion. If you guys don’t come down in the next ten seconds, you can get your driver to bring you.” Romeo’s voice rang from the door.

“Jerk!” Hazel shrugged as she opened the door.

“Geez. I’m here. Don’t insult my husband in my presence, Hazel.” Clarissa scolded as she looked at Hazel sternly.

“Don’t try to act cool. I’m not complaining.” Romeo replied after checking Clarissa out and satisfied with what he saw. Of course only Hazel noticed this and winked at him.

“But I am.” Clarissa finally mustered the courage of speaking back at Romeo and walked out on him.

“If you stay up any longer, then you can forget about having a plus one to accompany you to your reunion.” Now it was Clarissa’s turn to be cold.

“Whatever.” Romeo yelled and rushed down in a flash while Hazel kept pleading at the couple to wait for her.

“You should sit at the back.”

“Fuck! I’m not even through with my Make-up!” Hazel yelled. At that moment, Romeo was already driving out of the parking lot.

A rock n roll song kept playing in the car with hard beats. This caused Clarissa’s face to contort into discomfort. Romeo saw this and took the initiative to change the song then lifted the car’s hood out of concern of his wife not dying of heat.

The wind blew against Clarissa’s face which caused her hair to go backwards in direction of the wind. Clarissa expressed her gratitude with her eyes.

“I was feeling too hot and the song wasn’t helping. Don’t think I did it for you.” Romeo muttered coldly and rolled his eyes.

“No one is gonna apprehend you. Scream If you wanna. We’re the law.” Romeo chuckled.

Hearing this, Clarissa raised her voice on the highway in ecstasy and started singing along the song that was playing.

♪♪I stay up all night,

Tell myself I’m alright,

Baby you’re harder to see than most,

I put the records on,

Wait till I hear our song,

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost.♪♪

Clarissa sang along and waved her hands at the sky. She kept humming and nodding at the song. Finally, Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan ended the next track was Lose You To Love Me by Selena Gomez and she sang along that before she was shunned by Romeo to stop.

“Okay we’re almost there. Act cool and you’re not allowed to hold anyone, kiss or hug anyone there or leave my side.” Romeo ordered, his eyes covered with a layer of frost.

“Regardless of the gender,” Romeo added when he found out he was overprotective of his wife then stopped the car.

“Alright, Alright.” Clarissa nodded as she held Romeo’s arm in a manner a wife will.

“Clarissa?” Someone yelled, right behind Romeo’s car.