All Novel Sweet
Chapter 47
It was raining slightly when my driver picked me up at 2 AM.
I paid him 10,000 Hong Kong dollars up front – our new arrangement for keeping him up so late for only a few hours – and he drove me to De Sade.
After five minutes of being unable to see anything through the rain-smeared windows, I grew restless.
“I’m going for a walk,” I announced.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
“Mrm,” my driver mumbled sleepily as he continued to nap.
I exited the car and walked towards the end of the alleyway.
The rain was only a light drizzle. My suit would be fine, but the water would probably wreak hell on my Gucci shoes.
I didn’t care. If there was even a chance I could glimpse Mei-ling, I would have gladly thrown everything I was wearing into the ocean.
As it turned out, I got much more than a glimpse.
As soon as I reached the end of the alleyway, a figure appeared around the corner.
It was a woman in a trench coat and short black dress, her face only half-visible in the darkness –
Mei-ling.
And she was pointing her .22 Smith & Wesson at me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she hissed.
As soon as I realized it was her, joy shot through my veins like a hit of cocaine – or what I imagined cocaine would feel like, having never taken it before.
I was so overcome with relief and happiness I didn’t even care about the gun.
“Darling,” I whispered – although I said it in Italian: Tesoro mio. Literally, ‘my treasure.’
She probably had no idea what I’d just said, but the tenderness in my voice was unmistakable.
A flash of confusion passed over her face –
And maybe a tiny bit of longing.
“What are you doing here?” she repeated angrily.
“Should you really be showing that in public?” I asked as I glanced at her gun.
When I looked back up at her face, I could tell she was worried.
“There’s no one around,” she snapped.
“Will that stop a police car from driving by?”
She looked caught between anger and indecision.
“Let’s get in my Uber and talk.” I pointed at the car about 20 feet behind me. “It’s dry, and we can – ”
“Are you fucking insane? I’m not getting in there with you.”
“If you don’t want to talk in the car, let’s at least step away from the main road so you don’t get arrested.”
She looked conflicted, but finally agreed. “Send the Uber away first.”
“Alright,” I said happily.
I wasn’t even thinking about how I would get back to the Continental.
In my fantasy, I wouldn’t even return to my hotel.
Instead, I would go to her apartment and make love to her till dawn.
…or get shot and die in the alleyway.
I didn’t seriously believe that last part, though. It was only a fleeting bit of dark humor.
I was with Mei-ling now; nothing else mattered.
I turned towards the car, then glanced back at her. “You might want to hide the gun.”
She scowled but stuck her hand inside her trench coat pocket. The barrel poked quite obviously against the material. “Don’t try anything – I’m still pointing it at you.”
“I gathered,” I said drily as I walked towards the car.
I rapped my knuckles on the door. My driver started awake with a jolt and rolled down the window.
“You can go,” I said. “Thank you.”
I emptied my wallet and offered him the rest of my cash – a fairly thick wad of bills.
He stared at me in confusion, then looked at Mei-ling.
I wasn’t sure if he could see the shape of the gun barrel poking through her trench coat, but I could tell he didn’t trust her.
I glanced over my shoulder at Mei-ling. “He only speaks Cantonese. Please tell him he can go and that I won’t need his services anymore. And thank him for me.”
She spoke several sentences.
The driver looked up at me questioningly. “…okay?”
He was asking if I was alright.
I smiled and nodded. “I’m okay.”
“…okay…” he said warily as he took the money. Then he said something in Cantonese.
“He said ‘thank you,’” Mei-ling translated.
I smiled at him again, gave a single nod, and held up one hand in farewell.
The driver nodded, looked worriedly at Mei-ling one last time, then cranked the engine and drove away.