[Fifty]

|Chapter 50|

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𝗟𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮

𝖠 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍

Seb lowers his voice, "Baby, what if I take this bowl and you tell them that it didn't turn out good."

I snatch the bowl from him, "Emilian Sebastian Moldovan, you're not eating this entire bowl on your own."

"But baby," he hugs me from behind, "I'm the birthday boy."

"I can cook this for you anytime you want."

"Will you make this tomorrow?"

"No."

"Why," he groans.

"It's unhealthy."

"But we're eating it now."

"That's because we don't eat fried foods often, and it's your birthday."

"Fine but I'm hiding some in the oven."

"Ok," I say and the doorbell rings. "Are you expecting anyone?"

"Yeah, your food." He walks to the front door and comes back a few minutes later with a box in hand.

"What is that?"

"Photos."

"So, no mozzarella sticks?"

"Nope," he sighs

"Well, what are the photos of?" I ask.

"Photos of you," he slides the box to me and it contains multiple photos of me by the pool, shopping, driving, and eating at Miss Layton's cafe.

"What the hell? Who did this?" I question.

He slides a note to me.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘩, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳.

-𝘓𝘪𝘷 :)

"Oh my gosh. She's crazier than I thought."

"Did something happen before this?"

"Yes, she showed up to the apartment asking Liza for my address. I guess she found it and now it sounds like she's working with someone just to torture me," I roll my eyes. Who the hell would want to associate with her or even approach her about this.?

"Why didn't you tell me? That's dangerous," he sighs. "I'm not leaving you alone tonight."

"I'll be fine. It's your birthday and I want you to spend time with your friends," I tell him.

"I'm not leaving you Elara," he speaks firmly.

"Well, invite them over instead, but I don't want criminal activity in our home, Seb."

"There won't be. I'll discuss this with the guys so, you can relax for now." He takes the note and photos from my hands and places them on the fridge.

"Okay, here's your plate, you can tell them the food is done."

He licks his lips, staring at the plate, "Baby these mashed potatoes look good but this chicken looks even better," he takes a huge bite, closing his eyes.

"Fine, I'll call them inside myself." I place my shrimp in the microwave and go to the glass door.

"Guys, the food is done!" I shout.

"Okay!" Lucian shouts back, running inside.

"You better not enter that kitchen wet, or sit on any of the furniture! Take a shower first."

"Whatever mom," Eliza says. "I'm using the bathroom downstairs!" She runs, closing the door.

"Emmy, can I borrow some clothes?"

"No." Emilian answers immediately.

"Why not?" I ask.

"I don't like shopping for new clothes."

I sigh turning to Luci, "Just wear what you came in."

"Whatever," He huffs, stomping up the stairs.

"Do you think we should move?" I ask randomly, still worried about the note.

He's mid chicken so he puts his finger up, indicating for me to wait.

"Really Seb?" I roll my eyes. Grabbing my food, I head to the living room.

"Love, I'm sorry. Repeat your question," he joins me on the couch.

"Do you think we should move?"

"Where?"

"Literally anywhere else. Like, what if we move to Romania for a while?"

"That would be nice but..."

"Nooo," I whine. "No buts," I say pouting.

"Love, I agree but we can't leave everything for one small threat which brings to this question, and doesn't freak out."

"Okay?" I ask confused.

"Would you care if she died?"

My eyes immediately widen, "Of course I do! She's been my best friend for years, Seb!" I exclaim.

"Ok, baby chill. It was just a question." He kisses my cheek and leaves the couch.

"What? Were you planning on killing her or something?" I stand up, following him.

"Kill?!" Eliza's voice comes from behind me. "What the hell are you guys talking about?!" I decide to keep my mouth shut and let Emilian answer.

"A game we've been playing for a while now." The way Seb said it so confidently almost made me believe him. He's a damn good liar.

"Oh, which one?" Eliza further questions.

"GTA 5."

"Hmm, sounds boring." The fact that she is so oblivious makes me want to laugh.

"Anyways, your food is in the kitchen. Hope you enjoy it!" I tell her, changing the subject.

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Yesterday, Emilian invited his friends over and they played games and ate food that I cooked for the entire evening. We even sang happy birthday and shared out the cake. It was fun and I'm sure he loved it.

However, Eliza and Lucian stayed for the night because they both were too tired to drive.

Currently, only Seb and I are at the table chatting and eating. Eliza left early for work and Luci said he had something to deal with.

"So, am I going to meet her?"

"No."

"What if Miss Layton dies because of me?" I ask sadly. "I've known her for years, Seb. And not only does that affect me, but it affects Zara too. That's her mother."

"Baby, I'll be honest with you. I can't do much when you don't want me to deal with Sara, and you also don't want her to hurt the poor old lady. If you go there today and something happens to you, I would go crazy baby and you don't want that to happen."

I take his hand in mine, "What if you come with me? She never said I couldn't bring anyone. And you can bring back up in case something does happen."

"You really want to do this?"

"Yes. I don't want anyone dying. If she wants to talk,  then we'll talk."

"Fine, we'll do that. Get dressed and meet me in the car. Wear blue," he tells me.

"Strange request but will do." I guess he wants to match or maybe it's a gang thing.

Looking through my closet, I realize I have little to no blue clothing. Yay! A good reason to drag him to the mall with me.

Luckily I come across this denim set which is almost the same color as his outfit. Perfect!

Once I'm in the car, I see him typing on his phone so I ask, "You ready baby?"

"Yeah are you?" he turns to look at me. "Really Elara?" he asks looking at my cleavage.

"What? It's cute and I don't have much blue clothing."

"I love the no make-up," he looks me up and down whiles licking his lips. "You're so sexy, baby. Lips."

I give him a quick kiss and his lips move to my neck, sucking it. Is this man really trying to give me hickeys right now?

After a few seconds, I bring his lips to mine, kissing them. "Behave."

"Mhm," he kisses my cheek once more and drives off with his right hand on my thigh. He looks so good but I'm not going to say anything while he's driving because this man gets turned on by my voice alone.

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