I looked back, pulling my scarf to cover my face. The police cars werenât gaining on me any more. Sighing I walked into a hotel. I had sold enough stolen jewellery and made enough money to pay for a few nights.
Thats right guys. I, Deirdre Mills is a professional thief.
After checking into my room I took out a hair dye packet, a box of contact lenses, and a small cut sticker.
Walking into the decent, clean bathroom I dyed my light brown hair black, changed the colour of my eyes from brown to blue and pasted the small sticker down from the corner of my lip.
I looked damn different. Satisfied with my new look I stepped out of the bathroom and got changed from my dirty jeans and top into a ankle length skirt and strapless top. Letting my newly dyed hair lose I curled it into tiny springs.
Very very different from my usual light brown dead straight locks.
Smirking I stepped out of my room and went down to the buffet.
At the hotelâs restaurant I found a vacant table for two. Looking around I realized I was the odd one out as the rest of the people had come with their families.
There was one more empty table for two in front of me.
My stomach rumbled. I hadnât eaten all day. No wonder I was hungry.
I got up and headed to the food arranged to the side. Grabbing a plate I filled it with various Italian dishes.
When I headed back to my table, someone had taken its chairs away.
I just stood there scowling, because the empty table next to it was also occupied now. Shrugging to myself I headed to it. I asked if i could join him. He soon realized my situation and allowed me to dine with him.
For one thing the guy was hot. He looked about twenty or so and had a tan. He had green eyes which any one can easily get lost in and the same shade of brown hair as mine.
We got talking. He was funny. Apparently he stays in the room beside mine. He has some problems with his family so he came here to clear his head. Heâll be staying for a few weeks.
As the night passed I found out that he was from a very rich family and the reason he left home for a few days. They had a maid he said who he ended up falling in love with. But even his brother fell in love with her and she also fell in love with him. She was now his sister-inlaw.
So to get over everything he came here. He said he doesnât trust love like he used to any more.
I didnât get his name,and he doesnât know mine either. He referred to me as the stranger he could talk to. He said its easier to talk to strangers who wonât judge you about your problems than to people who know you. I had to agree.
Days passed and now we have become great friends. I was glad the police didnât find me yet. I was worrying i might get caught because I havenât changed my location as I always used to every other day.
The only time I stayed calm was when I was with him.
I was getting ready to go out to dinner with him when I got a text from him. I wished he didnt cancel it I was really looking forward to it.
No. He wanted me to go to the hotelâs poolside. He had something for me. I replied a quick Okand finished my look with a jacket to keep me warm.
Soon I was at the poolside. What surprised me the most was that the place was empty. Totally empty.
And it was decorated with candles and flowers everywhere.
I then heard someone clear his throat behind me. I turned around to face him. There he stood all dressed up in a suite and tie holding a rose.
My heart started racing abd that was it. I knew I wanted this but I also knew i would be hurting him.
He got down on one knee and raised the rose to me. âStranger will you be my girlfriend?â He asked.
It was as if I forgot everything. As if i forgot who I was. What I wasâŚ
I said yes. I promised myself that I will fix everything related to my life. I will set it right. I wonât hurt⌠whatâs his name?
He got up. I held onto that rose. He tells me that ever since I sat down with him that night abd had dinner together he forgot about that maid. He was ready to move on he said. He said I was the one he wants to be with.
âNow I think itâs appropriate to tell each other iur namesâ he laughed. âIâm Morganâ he awaits my answer.
I gave him a weak smile. âIâm Dier-â
It was as if my life flashed before me.
Morgan snapped his fingers in front of my face with a laugh. âDanielaâ I finish lamely.
âWellâŚâ he smiled and started leaning in. He was going to kiss me.
And that was when the sirens were heard.
Soon the police came. Morgan looked confused. I let go of the rose I was holding, cutting myself in the process.
âDeirdre Mills youâre under arrest.â The police barked.
âThis isnât Deirdre. This is Daniela. There is some misunderstandings.â Morgan says.
The police looks at me. âIâm sorry.â I tell Morgan as I walk to the police, surrendering.
I didnt look back. I didnt want to see what I cause him. I knew he would have lost trust in love not ones but twice because of me.
That was the last I heard of my first love. I live the rest of my life in jail paying for all the valuables I have stolen for seven years of my life.
-Anya (AngelicSweetie) , https://www.wattpad.com/125856242-a-writer%27s-bookpod-my-incomplete-love-story
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