I Want In
Maurice’s POV,
She was weird. Her voice was hitched and her breath racing. Almost panicked, there has to be something wrong. Samaira! What’s going on with you now? I can't figure out. If she is hurt this time, I'm going to call the police. I put my phone back inside, but as I looked back, Richard was already watching me curiously. He must've sensed the anger-meter of my head rising.
“Who was it?” he asked with his bright red, pouty lips. I knew he would say that when asked but… what I didn’t know was how close his face would get as he asked. I can't believe he is the same man who was dreadfully eating alone in the restaurant. With eyes dark as night. He was shining like a day now. Looking like a drunkard before, he is dashing now. Quickest glow-up. Now, he is back at his char
