Bill stood in his tracks motionless as he felt the weight of her words fall heavily upon him. So she thought he was married? Why was that? He grinned to himself and walked away without turning back to her.

Linda turned and looked around her furiously. What had she done to him? Who was he anyway? Why was he looking at her like she had wronged him? She felt a tear flow down her face. She was having another outburst God bless her. What had she done? What was with all the attitude, she tried to control it but she couldn't. She could not save herself from the outburst. She slid down against the wall and started weeping. It was the words that he had said to her that made her cry. The curiosity about her parents and her drunkenness. What did he know about her drinking? Why was he coming up with conclusions? Then she suddenly stood up and cleaned the tears. What if he found her and thought she was crying for him. God forbid and she was scared to admit the man was sexy and she'd started wanting him more than he cared to admit.

She was standing outside when he walked passed her.

"Where are you going?" She inquired

"Delavigne" He replied

"Take me with you." she said flatly

Bill turned and looked at her

"Me take you?" he asked again

"Who else would?" she asked

"I am sorry but, I also don't think I am ready to fake affection for you in front of the police again" Bill mumbled.

Linda stared at him while her mind drowned in a series of pain. Why did it hurt so much for him to tell her that he was faking affection in order to save her from the police?

"You don't have to. I can take care of myself!" she threw back.

"Oh really? I see sweetheart. He said sarcastically. "Of course I might not have to because in all the past series, you have not been responsible at all you wouldn't mind losing your dignity for a bottle of vodka" He said and it hurt.

"Who are you? And why do you care?"

"Why do I care? Because I am the man who saw a woman and thought I liked her only to find her in the middle of a filthy road. Drunk like a whore, lying amidst broken bottles. Smelling of vodka. Me, I am the man humble enough to do that!" Bill barked

This time Linda was crying, the humiliation stuck right on her face. He was the man who had taken her to her room the night she woke up in a night dress! Yet he had done nothing to her! Wait. Had he just said he liked her? No but that was minor. He was disgusted of her and he was faking affection.




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