Black Roses

Chapter 2

Sarah's point of view:

"A knew one?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." I replied looking at the letter.

"And this time with the letter." I added.

"Who is sending them?" She asked.

"I don't know." I replied.

"A secret lover?" She teased. I groaned putting my heat on table in front of me.

"I don't want this love type shit." I mumbled still looking at letter in my hands.

Knowing I couldn't fall for this 'flower sending Mr. Stranger' Yet I was silently falling for him and I knew it was bad. I can't fall for him without knowing him yet I am. He could be anyone. An abusing man. A thief. A killer.

'You are also no good.' My inner voice spoke.

I sighed thinking about it. Yes, I am also no good but I am not a killer. I only steal from people who are really worth it. Those rich brats.

'You were also one.'

'Just shut the f**k up.'

"Show me letter." Jessica asked, her hand extended toward me. I gave her letter without saying anything and again put my head back on table thinking about myself. Karma really is a b***h. This line comes into my mind when I think about myself back then.

"I f*****g hate you. I hate all of you." I shouted at them.

"Keep your voice low. She is your mother." I looked at crying b***h sitting on the sofa.

"Mother?' I laughed and glared at them ready to shoot another comment.

"L.H?" Jessica's voice brought me out of my dark past.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Who could be this L.H?" She asked again.

"I wish I could do it with Lucas Hunter?" We heard a girl squeal beside us. We looked at side to see two prostitutes sitting beside us with wine in their hand.

"Really desperate." Jessica whispered in my ear and giggled. I smirked with her. Even though I was a prostitute I was still a virgin.

"You know Lucas Hunter is out of our limits." She said turning toward the girls. They glared at her but kept quiet.

"Lucas Hunter." I whispered then smirked.

That guy.

He is horrible. He is the reason of everyone's nightmare. He is heartless. Killing for no reason. He just lives for two things. Money and killing. Whole world fears him. I pity those girls who die to have s*x with him.

"Lucas Hunter?" Jessica said from beside me. I furrowed my brows at her in confusion.

"Read the name carefully. Lucas Hunter. L.H?" She frowned.

"And your point is?" I asked.

"On the letter. It's L.H and we heard Lucas Hunter right now." She finished raising her brows. I narrowed my eyes thinking about it.

Lucas Hunter.

L.H.

At some point it makes sense because maybe he is the one sending it. Bot no. He cannot not send them to me. I am not his type. He would go for rich models. Not a w***e like me. Also they maybe some other guy with name with same starting letter.

"No."

"Why?" Jessica asked.

"He cannot be." I shook my head.

"Look at me. Look at the place I am in. I am a slut. A w***e who seduce man for money. He cannot go for me. Also there are many other guys out there. He could be anyone." I said trying to get some sense into her head.

"Yeah...maybe." She said sipping her drink.

"Yeah."

Because I have no place in his world.

"You know it's said that he had a bad past himself." She said looking down at her drink her elbows in front of her.

"Hmm?" I raised a questioning brow at her.

"Yeah."

"And what's that?" I asked curious.

"Umm... I don't remember much but he was nerd in his school. His sister died and her mother blamed him saying that it was him that he killed her. In actually she had gone psycho. It came out as that she killed her self and his father couldn't handle it so he also killed himself." She finished.

"I feel sorry for him." I said feeling pity for him.

"Yeah but now he has become a biggest asshole." She said.

"We can't judge." I said.

"It's clear that he is a playboy."

"More like a play-man." I heard a deep husky voice beside me.

I turned around to see a man sitting there looking downward. He was looking downward, his face hidden from me because of his glasses and because he was almost down on table. His elbows were resting on table.

His muscles were flexed giving a sight to eye. Any girl would kill to like them. He was wearing a black long sleeve T-shirt with blue washed jeans. He was wearing a black cap which was playing a good role in hiding his face.

In short, he was giving a mysterious look.

"Staring is rude." He said. Red coat of blush covered my cheeks and I immediately averted my eyes.

"But I like it."

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"And who the f**k are you?" Jessica asked from beside me. She narrowed her eyes trying to look at his face. The club lights were making it more difficult to see him. When he didn't replied Jessica spoke again.

"Hello? I asked yo..." But she was cut of when the person lifted his face. I gasped when I recognized him. Not only me but other girls also sitting beside me.

He took his glasses off his eyes and gave me a toothy smile. His white pearly teeth on show. His pink pulp lips really looked juicy. Short words I will say: He was a Greek god.

"Hey." He waved at me.

"I told you staring is rude." He said smirking at me. I only kept staring at him. Not believing my eyes that he was sitting in front of me. I blinked once. Again. Then again. And I kept blinking at him. He raised his brows in question.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asked leaning towards me.

"Umm... " I leaned my head a bit backward.

"You look hot." He said and took a sip of his drink. I looked at him wondering if he had gone crazy. Calling a girl in sweat pants and shirt hot. Yes, I am I sweat pants and shirt.

"And stop flirting with her." Jessica said.

"And stop clinging to her." Jessica narrowed her eyes at him.

"I am clinging to her?" She asked more like said.

"Yes." He replied.

"How do you know I am clinging to her?" She asked.

"Because you are clinging to her..." I started to get headache due to their bickering. Seriously? Are they child?

"Stop." I shouted to stop their bickering.

"But Sarah..." Jessica started but I cut her off by shouting again.

"Shut up Jessica." I shouted at her.Tears started to form into her yes. she looked hurt. She then looked at the devil aka Lucas in anger. She got up from her seat and ran out of her club.I looked at him in anger also.

"f**k you." I said and started to run after Jessica.

It's not a big deal. I just shouted at her to shut up. Why did she had to make it so dramatic? f**k this world.Getting out of club I saw her sitting on foot path, her head between her knees. Her shoulders were shaking showing that she was crying.

It's gonna be difficult.

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