Chapter Six

The next day, Montse convinced me to let her go out with me so we could go buy groceries.

Even though I didn’t see it as sensible, I didn’t want her to feel like I was controlling her life.

“Did you see how she was staring at me?” Montse asked, looking at me incredulously as we got out of the car and set to go into the house after returning from our shopping. “If looks could kill, you wouldn’t even get my ashes to keep. And you’re telling me you don’t know why?”

“Why don’t you tell me why?” I said.

I was holding the bag of groceries we’d just bought in both my hands so I indicated for Montserrat to fetch the keys from my pocket. She did.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked as she inserted the key and unlocked the door. “She’s jealous!”

“Yeah sure.” I said wryly, following her into the house.

“Seriously! Are you sure she’s not your ex-girlfriend?”


I’d only ever seen that woman two times, today being the second time. The first time had been three weeks ago when I’d gone to her grocery store to get some fresh ground coffee.

She’d flirted a whole lot with me. I’d fucked her in her washroom, leaving the store totally unattended.

So yeah, I guess she was a one time fling, but Montse didn’t have to know that.

“Well, she looked like she wanted to cry when I hugged your arm.”

“So you did that deliberately.” I said, looking at her in amusement.

“Why would I do that?” Annoyed lashes batted at me.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

I stepped closer to her, and she backed away. I didn’t stop, and her back was soon touching the wall. I knew I was crowding her personal space, but I was enjoying this.

I placed my hands on either side of her and looked into her eyes. They were the bluest I’d ever seen, and they burned with so much innocence.

“Uh, what are you doing?” She asked shakily.

God, her lips looked so pink and soft. So damn kissable.

I leaned down, my thoughts clouded with the need to taste her mouth. Then she widened her eyes in alarm. That snapped me out of my trance.

I pulled back before I could follow through with my urges. I deliberately flashed her a smirk to make it look like I was just messing with her.

She glared at me before stepping away. I could see her chest was still rising and falling easily.

What the hell had I been about to do?

“Okay, so what are you making us for lunch?” I asked, hoping to dissipate the tension in the air.

We entered the kitchen and I set the groceries on the counter.

“You mean what you are going to prepare for lunch? I wanna check out your culinary skills.”

I snorted. “You’re joking.”

“What?” She looked at me in confusion. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to cook?”

When I didn’t say anything, her eyes widened. “No wonder the cooking appliances looked like they hadn’t been used in ten years.”

“Hey, I know how to prepare coffee.” I said defensively.

“Of course, you’re so good at it that the last time you boiled the water, it ended up being burnt.”

And then she burst out laughing.

I glared at her. “Very funny.” I said sarcastically even as I found my gaze fixed dazedly on her. Her laugh was dazzling.

“I know, right? Being funny is my forte.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how to cook. So what?”

“So it’s pathetic! You live all by yourself and it’s pathetic you don’t know how to cook. But that’s going to change this afternoon.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going to help you to cook!” She said, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Only if you want us to end up ordering for food anyways.” I laughed dryly.

Ten minutes later, I was crying. Literally. Damnit, I hadn’t cried in over a decade and what finally managed to make me cry?


Fuck you, onions!

I sniffed as I continued chopping the onions which I knew I was doing a horrible job at.

“What am I seeing?” Montserrat stepped in front of me, eyes widened in exaggeration. “Mr. Granite is crying? Oh my God, I’m going to give these onion a freaking award!”

I glared at her. At least I tried to. Not very easy to do when you have onion water burning your eyes and making focusing them a torturous task.

“Just shut up if you have no help to offer.” I growled.

Montse chuckled as she added water to the flour she’d poured in a bowl. Then she stopped and looked at me.

“Okay, fine. Come knead the flour, and I’ll cut the onions.”

I was too eager to switch positions. But there was a problem: I had no freaking idea on how to knead flour. I only realized that when I saw the bowl of flour.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to do even that?” Montse gaped at me.

I shrugged. She walked up to where I was standing. “You’re so unbelievable!”

She scooped some floor from the bulk container and without warning, threw it on my black shirt.

Then she froze. Her eyes widened in alarm like she didn’t know how I would react.

The look on her face was so damn hilarious that I did something that I hadn’t done in years;

I laughed.

It had been such a very long time, but damn, it felt so good to finally let my body flow with it.

When my mirth subsided, I looked to find Montse gazing at me in awe.

“I never thought a day like this would come where I would see you laughing. Oh God, your laugh is so nice. Please laugh more often.”

If only she knew the number of times I’ve had to stifle my smiles and my laughter around her back in high school. Even then she’d been so funny despite being so irritating.

To date, she was the only one who could dispel the gloom that always clouded my thoughts, even if for a few minutes.

Fisting some of the flour, I exacted my revenge, throwing it all over her dress. She gasped and looked at me in horror.

“I can’t believe you did that!”

Then we began our battle with the flour. By the time our flour battle came to an end, flour particles were hanging all around as in the air, decorating the kitchen floor and counter as well as our whole bodies.

“We’re so childish!” She exclaimed.

We both burst out laughing. I didn’t remember laughing this long in forever. We managed to prepare the rest of the meal without any more childish plays.

By the time we were done, I had never had this much fun in my life.


I was going crazy.

No, more like Montserrat was driving me crazy.

Before, once I had a target set, I always went for the kill. Now, with Montserrat here, I found myself procrastinating most of my missions just so I could spend time with her.

Even when she made me cook sometimes. Even when she forced me to sit with her through the sappy romantic movies I hated with a passion.

The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to continue spending with her, to have her in my arms.

Emotions that were so unwelcome. As an assassin who wasn’t part of a mafia gang, I couldn’t afford to feel this much affection for anyone, most especially a woman.

She would become my weakness, a way for my enemies to get to me. The last thing I needed was an Achilles’ heel.

That was why I needed to stop feeling this way. That was why I needed to rip her out of my system.

For the next few days, it felt like we were playing hide and seek. I would wake up extremely early and leave before Montse could wake up, then return home only when I knew she would be asleep.

Accepting more deals, taking out more bad guys. I bought all necessities for her but never gave them to her personally.

I tried to avoid her at all cost because I didn’t want to continue feeling the emotions being with her made me feel.

Am I falling in love with her?


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