Chapter 160
My irritation was growing, and at this stage, even if the secret were funny, I would still be very dnndiged.
1 leaned back in my seal and trossed my arms. There heiter be a very good explanation for all this,
Just like Blake had said, within the hisut, we were at Mi Zion. When Blake had said Mt Zion, I expected a creepy tower/maatle nit i mooztaurous black clouds and fog. That’s the kind of place witches lived in all the movies I had watched. But what I saw was very different. Mr Zion was 6 the mountains that separated Huntly and Trimdon. The area was surrounded by beautiful greenery, and in no way was it creepy
Blake and Rocky decided to stop at the local cafe to get something to eat before we carried on. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and the boys west order food. Upon my return, I couldn’t find either of the boys. I picked a window booth and slid into the seat, hoping they would find i
The cafe was small and rusty with a very homely feel.
I looked around at the pictures on display around the shop. The dates on the frames went back to the early 1900. All the stories those pictures told made me wish I could have witnessed those days.
My trip down memory lane got cut short when I noticed a couple arguing through the car window. The boy was standing at the corner of the window, hiding half his body and face. However, I could see the girl very clearly. She was a strawberry blonde with long silky hair. The sun made her skin glow like diamonds. She looked like a goddess that had walked out of a magazine cover. I could tell she had a killer figure under the denim jacket she had on, and from what I could see, the top under it clung to her like a glove.
Rocky suddenly slid into the seat opposite me and stretched his arms.
“She’s so pretty. Gosh, just looking at her is making me self–conscious. Hou
I can someone be that stunning?” I gushed, envy laced in my words.
Rocky followed my gaze and gasped at the girl I was looking at.
“Holy shit. Wow. That’s one hell of a girl.” Rocky let out a low wolf–whistle.
The waitress brought our food and drinks, placing them on the table.
“That’s Cynthia Kinkade. You won’t have to try hard if you want some of that pretty boy,” the waitress winked at Rocky.
“Yeah, I have a pretty blonde at home that would castrate me if I even think about it. Did you say Cynthia Kinkade? As in the Kinkade sisters? Mia and Cynthia?” Rocky questioned the waitress, his eyes still looking at the pretty blonde.
Wasn’t that the girl they were talking about in the car?
Cynthia and the boy were still arguing, and it looked like it was heating up even more as Cynthia threw her arms around and scrunched her face up. Her voice was getting louder, and it didn’t seem like she was winning. She grabbed the boy’s collar and yanked on it, pulling him close to her as she continued to yell at him. The boy immediately pushed her away with so much force; she stumbled a few steps back.
“The same one. They live with their Grandmother up on the hills. When Cynthia’s not jumping from one bed to another, she’s taking her clothes off for magazine covers. There is such a difference between the two sisters. I’ve just heard from the other waitress that her latest obsession just rolled into town.” the waitress whispered the last part as if it was some secret–typical small–town gossip.
“Who’s her latest obsession? Brad Pitt?” Rocky laughed, turning towards his food.
I laughed and picked up my coffee. I was starving.
“No. It’s the famous billionaire Blake Cooper. He’s the one she’s arguing with out there.” the waitress snickered.
I choked on my coffee as the waitress’s words registered into my head. I coughed out the liquid I had drunk as the waitress tapped my back, trying to help
me recover.
“You okay?” Rocky gulped.
I nodded and looked out the window simultaneously as the boy Cynthia was arguing with and stepped out from behind the window corner.
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The waitress way right tower Blake How was he her latest obreestand wake had been with me for mening
my earlier assumption was the a blast from Ne past?
“Rocky, I croaked.
Rocky nodded, his fave had gullt written all over it.
How does Blake know Cynthia?” I asked, looking at my brother for the truth.
“Ummm… I don’t think it’s my place to tell you anything, Rosy. Maybe ask Blake when he comes in Rocky shifted uncomfortably in his our and looked bike his shoulder towards the quarreling pair.
“You two know Blake Cooper?” the waitress squeaked..
“He’s my fiance!” I flashed her my ring, earning a gasp from her.
There was a loud bang outside. Cynthia shoved Blake, making him hit his back against the window, cracking the window.
I quickly stood up and rushed towards them, but Rocky grabbed my arm,
stopping me.
My action had caught Cynthia’s attention. She stared at me, her eyes traveling up and down my body. Finally, she curled her lips in disgust before turning and yelling at Blake about something, pointing her well–manicured nails towards me.
Blake looked over his shoulder, and the blood in his face drained when he realized I was standing there.
What the fuck was going on?! How well did Blake know Cynthia for her to act like that towards the King of the East?
Cynthia stomped her feet and made a beeline for the cafe door. She yanked open the door and stormed in.
“You bitch!” she screamed as she charged towards me.
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