19/06/17: I'm sorry I forgot to post. I'll post another chapter tonight to make up for it!
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I stared at the two people standing at my doorway, dumbfounded, with my mouth gaped open. I shifted my gaze from the guy and the girl at the door – whose names are supposedly Desmond and Geraldine – to Gray, and back to the pair again, looking the most bewildered in the group.

"You... You... You guys all know each other?" I blurted out hastily and as quickly as I can, not trusting my tongue if I say that too slowly, gesturing frantically at the three people at the same time.

A sinister yet disturbing smirk made its way, very slowly, onto Desmond's face. Whereas Geraldine snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh no, we don't," she said, very sarcastically.

"Shut up," I hissed at her. Now directing my question to the two guys, I ask," Do you guys know each other?"

"Yes, we do," Desmond replied for Gray, in a matter-of-factly kind of tone.

My eyes were widened in shock, but I was staring at no one in particular. My jaw was still hanging open slightly. I could feel Gray's body tense up a lot from beside me. "What are you doing here?" he asked directly towards Desmond, his voice very cold and full of venom.

"Gray Lopez," he replied, in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice. "Surprise, surprise."

All of a sudden, I felt tears stinging in my eyes for absolutely no reason at all. Question after question after question were swimming around in my head. Questions that formed itself when Gray said those two names.

How do they all know each other?

What in the world are they doing here?

How do they know where my apartment is?

And the most important question of them all: Who are they in the first place?"

But I guess, there really is only one way to find out. And it is such a simple way. The only way to find out the answers to all these questions, is to ask.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" I questioned, looking at the two strangers to let them know that I am asking them the questions. "And you." I turned to look at Gray. "How do you," I pointed at Gray to emphasize my statement. "Know them," I nodded my head towards the others.

"Um... Well..." His eyes darted around the room. This time, it's him who does not want eye contact with me, not the other way round. "From work...?"

That sounded more like a question than an answer to my ears.

"And I'm a human," Geraldine said, and once again, very sarcastically.

This time, she is the one who's saying things sickeningly sweetly. Which made my skin crawl.

My fists were balled up, the only thing I could do to stop my emotions from overflowing. Because once my emotions overflow, I will tend to cry, and I didn't want to look like a weakling in front of the likes of these two. Especially not in front of the likes of these two.

"Well, I can tell," I mimicked her tone. "I want something more... Specific." I paused. She opened her mouth to speak but I beat her to it. "And don't say you're a girl," I added as an afterthought, in case she had that in mind.

She scowled, and shot an icy glare in my way. A chill ran up my spine. "Fine," she replied, defeated. "My name is Geraldine Lopez..."

She paused, as if on purpose, trying to increase the already ever so intense suspense in the room. A smug look crept onto her face.

Wait, I just computed what she said. Geraldine... Lopez? Does that mean...? No, it can't. There are a lot of people with the surname 'Lopez' after all. It could just as well be a coincidence. I am pretty sure it is... After all, coincidences do happen.

"And I'm Gray's sister."

She had a mega-watt smile plastered on her face. Her sickeningly sweet tone of voice is getting to my nerves.

So, it isn't a coincidence. What a disappointment. But it seems very impossible. How can such a sweet and kind person be related to such an evil and cold hearted person? Or, at least I think she's evil and cold hearted. She has certainly given me that impression.

I sighed, and glared at her angrily. Well, it was only an act. I wasn't really angry. I was more... Confused... "Would you please get the heck out of my apartment right now? I do not know what you are doing here, nor do I know what you want. Heck, I don't even know who you are!"

"I'm Geraldine Lopez, and I am Gray's sister," she repeated, with false patience. "And now you know who I am."

She put her hand on her hips and shot daggers at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead by now. Desmond had a sinister smirk on his face.

"Well, how about I just say that we are..." he paused, making me feel way nervous. "Dropping by..."

He turned to leave the place. Geraldine turned her heel and trailed behind him, like an obedient puppy trailing behind its beloved master. The thought alone made me sick in the stomach. I felt nauseous. Eww!

"Bye. I'll see you again some other time, and maybe we can get to know each other better," I told the pair, mimicking the same sickeningly sweet tone Geraldine had been using all these while, plastering a fake smile on my face at the same time.

"Yeah, you definitely will," Geraldine replied, before slamming the door shut.

He's so... What's that word? Oh right. Sly. I can't stand him. I barely know him, and yet I can't stand him already. I still wonder, though, who he is... Maybe I know him, maybe I don't.

I turned to look at Gray, almost mimicking Geraldine's pose of putting my hands on my hips, with yet another glare that said everything that's left unsaid by me," You have got a lot of explaining to do... Or else..."

At first, he just stared back at me, as if trying to challenge me. Then, he tried pulling off a puppy dog face that he knew very well that it will never be able to work on me. Then finally, he sighed in defeat.

But that was after his failed attempt of pulling off his puppy dog face for who-knows-how-long. "Fine."

I acted as if he never said that, and continued standing in the same pose I stood in for the past few minutes – with my hands in my hips – and waited for him to say something, which he eventually would have to. And when he didn't say anything, even after me waiting for five minutes, I raised an eyebrow to urge him on.

"Well?" I said, in a challenging tone of voice. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

I watched as his eyes started darting frantically around the room, landing on everywhere and everything except me. He must feel guilty. I wonder whatever for? Note the sarcasm people!

I cocked as I watched his eyes dart all over the place, slightly amused. Now who's the one who doesn't want to make eye contact? Most definitely not me! Hmm... I wonder who...

"Umm..." he hesitated. He took a deep breath, and continued speaking. "I never knew that Desmond was actually my boss at work –"

He probably had more to say, but I cut him off anyway. "Aha! So you do go to work! But I distinctively remembered that you said you didn't..."

"Please Willow... I – Just let me finish whatever I want to say."

"Okay," I muttered reluctantly, fake pouting at the same time.

"Like I said earlier, I never knew that Desmond was actually my boss at work. Until the day Dina came into my workplace. She came straight into my makeshift office at the time, and brought Desmond with her. I asked her what he was doing here, and she told me that he is my boss. I have always known him as 'Dina's boyfriend', not 'my boss', get it?"

I stared at him wide eyed, my mouth gaped open in shock. "Woah, woah, woah. Back up and slow down! I totally lost you after you said the words 'Dina's boyfriend'. What the heck do you mean? I don't understand what you were ranting on and on about earlier," I said, using the air apostrophes when I needed to.

This is way too much to process in such a short amount of time. Basically, he could have just summed it up to," Hey. Did you know that Desmond, who apparently is Dina's boyfriend as well, is my boss?" rather than saying it the long way round.

Heck, I don't even know Dina. All I know is that she was one of the school's most popular students. Everyone was crazy about her. And since the last time I saw her – which was in school...? – she has definitely changed a lot.

But I have the feeling that I might know Desmond as well. The way he talks; it sounds so familiar. It's as if I know him very well... And he also made it seem as if he knows me as well. I wonder... Is he...? No, he can't be. I waved the ridiculous thought away.

"I really don't get it," I concluded after spacing out for about five minutes?

He sighed. "Willow, Desmond is really not who you think he is..."

I have no idea why, but I am so angry. Why in the world am I angry about all of these? It all seems so childish. Oh right. It's because he lied to me. I am madder about that fact than the fact that I don't know all these things about my own boyfriend.

"So what if he's your boss?" I snapped. "It's not like he's the boss of some organization that kills people for money as they always do in some of those movies? I'm madder about the fact that I trusted you, and you lied to me!"

He stared at me as if I just hit him on the head with a brick. I stared back at him with the exact same expression on my face. He can't be serious.

"You're kidding right?" I blurted out in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding."

He shook his head stiffly. I groaned in utmost frustration. "What was I thinking, letting myself fall for the apprentice of an effing murderer," I muttered, shocking myself that I actually swore.

Well, not exactly swore swore. I've sworn for plenty of times. But I've never exactly used that word before.

"Willow. I'm sorry. I –"

He tried to reach out and grab my arm. But I slapped it away with my full force. Oh my goodness Willow, I told myself. You should have dug up more about his background first before going out with him. And now, you can't exactly break up with him because you've fallen for him. Hard.

So, my theory was right after all.

Gray's love for me is fake after all.

"You know what Gray?" I asked, my voice breaking slightly. "You could've just said this,' Oh Willow. Desmond is my boss as well as my sister's boyfriend. Oh, and did I mention that he runs an organisation that kills people for money?'"

"Willow –"

"Get out," I said softly but firmly, with a tone of finality in my voice, directing it to Gray.

"But Willow I –"

"Get out!" I repeated, this time raising my voice tenfold.

"Willow, please, I –"

"Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out!"

He sighed but turned towards the door.

I heard his footsteps walking away. And then, a door opening. And closing. I stood there, smack in the middle of the living room, as a sense of realisation dawned me.

I gasped. It was only then did I realise that an apprentice of a murderer is also a murderer. It was only then did I realise that I was in love with a murderer.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket. I scowled as I pulled it out. I just realised that I was – or rather and more appropriate, am – in love with a murderer and someone is trying to contact me? Bad timing dude.

I gasped once more as I read and reread the text. But this time, not in realisation. This time, in shock, fear and worry.

"So, you finally know who I am. And congratulations on finding out who your boyfriend is as well. I am glad that you know. And thanks for the... Hospitality you gave Dina and me just now. So at the moment, I have to say only one thing, and that is, watch out Willow... -Desmond"

So, did you all like it? Hope you did. I'll try to upload as soon as possible again okay? And until then, stay tuned!