standing outside his apartment in only his boxers? His heart had just been ripped out of him and was bleeding on the floor in the apartment next door.
Chapter Seven
Angie locked the door to the apartment and lifted the heavy shoulder bag onto her shoulders. She pulled out the handle of her luggage, prepared to roll it. Then she paused and stared at Alex’s door. She thought of going to knock on it, but knew it was a waste of time. He’d left the apartment the day before and hadn’t returned. She knew because between bouts of weeping, she had been listening for him. She felt her chest tighten as her throat constricted. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t even going to say goodbye. Her eyes burned with unshed tears at the thought of not seeing him again. But she couldn’t honestly blame him. They had said all they’d needed to say in her apartment. There was nothing else to say. But God, she missed him.
She turned and walked to the elevator, dragging her suitcase behind her. At the lobby she nodded to the concierge and mumbled her thanks when the porter came to relieve her of her luggage. Her flight was not until nine pm. and check-in time was an hour before then. But she’d decided to leave early. It was just two pm. so she would have a long wait at the airport. The taxi that was taking her to Kuala Lumpur International Airport was already waiting out in front of the apartment building.
Stepping out into the heat of the Malaysian sun, Angie noticed a shiny black limousine sitting right in front of the entrance. She was about to walk around it when the door opened and none other than Hussein stepped out of it. He looked striking in a pair of designer jeans and a blinding white dress shirt, but Angie didn’t notice. She was too stunned to see him. She just stood there staring at him as he walked towards her. For one heart stopping moment, she had thought it was Alex. The disappointment was so sharp it was almost tangible.
“Hi Angie.”
“Hi.” She shaded her eyes from the sunlight and stared up at him. She couldn’t see his eyes, though, because they were shaded by a pair of sunglasses.
“You’re leaving.” He nodded towards where the porter was standing with her luggage.
“Yes.”
“I guess you got tired of him eventually.”
Angie felt white hot rage flow through her and just as quickly as it came, it subsided. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. What was the point? She was leaving wasn’t she? She dropped her gaze from his and stared at her taxi instead. “Thanks for coming to say goodbye Hussein, I need to go now.” She made to move but he stepped in front of her.
“Let me take you.” She opened her mouth to refuse but he quickly cut in. “It’s the least I can do.” When he saw her hesitate he changed tack. “My jaw still hurts. Take a ride with me so I’ll know you’ve forgiven me.” When she made no remark he frowned. “Please.”
With a sigh she turned to look at him. “Fine.” She knew she sounded ungracious so she sighed again. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Ensconced in the luxurious comfort of the limousine, Angie faced Hussein. He had finally taken off his sunglasses. “So why are you here, Hussein?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “To see you safely to KLIA of course.”
She frowned then. “How did you know I was leaving for the airport?”
“I asked the concierge to let me know when you called for a taxi,” he stated blandly.
Angie opened her mouth but nothing came out, she was completely flummoxed. “Y… You… How, I mean, How…?” she spluttered in consternation. She took a deep breath and tried again, “How did you get him to do that?”
“I own that building,” he told her simply.
She nodded slowly. Okay, so he owned the building. Fine. “Why?”
“Why do I own the building? It’s a good investment, I suppose.”
“No, I mean, why did you ask him to alert you about my movements.”
“You make it sound all cloak and dagger.” He
Chapter Seven
Angie locked the door to the apartment and lifted the heavy shoulder bag onto her shoulders. She pulled out the handle of her luggage, prepared to roll it. Then she paused and stared at Alex’s door. She thought of going to knock on it, but knew it was a waste of time. He’d left the apartment the day before and hadn’t returned. She knew because between bouts of weeping, she had been listening for him. She felt her chest tighten as her throat constricted. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t even going to say goodbye. Her eyes burned with unshed tears at the thought of not seeing him again. But she couldn’t honestly blame him. They had said all they’d needed to say in her apartment. There was nothing else to say. But God, she missed him.
She turned and walked to the elevator, dragging her suitcase behind her. At the lobby she nodded to the concierge and mumbled her thanks when the porter came to relieve her of her luggage. Her flight was not until nine pm. and check-in time was an hour before then. But she’d decided to leave early. It was just two pm. so she would have a long wait at the airport. The taxi that was taking her to Kuala Lumpur International Airport was already waiting out in front of the apartment building.
Stepping out into the heat of the Malaysian sun, Angie noticed a shiny black limousine sitting right in front of the entrance. She was about to walk around it when the door opened and none other than Hussein stepped out of it. He looked striking in a pair of designer jeans and a blinding white dress shirt, but Angie didn’t notice. She was too stunned to see him. She just stood there staring at him as he walked towards her. For one heart stopping moment, she had thought it was Alex. The disappointment was so sharp it was almost tangible.
“Hi Angie.”
“Hi.” She shaded her eyes from the sunlight and stared up at him. She couldn’t see his eyes, though, because they were shaded by a pair of sunglasses.
“You’re leaving.” He nodded towards where the porter was standing with her luggage.
“Yes.”
“I guess you got tired of him eventually.”
Angie felt white hot rage flow through her and just as quickly as it came, it subsided. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. What was the point? She was leaving wasn’t she? She dropped her gaze from his and stared at her taxi instead. “Thanks for coming to say goodbye Hussein, I need to go now.” She made to move but he stepped in front of her.
“Let me take you.” She opened her mouth to refuse but he quickly cut in. “It’s the least I can do.” When he saw her hesitate he changed tack. “My jaw still hurts. Take a ride with me so I’ll know you’ve forgiven me.” When she made no remark he frowned. “Please.”
With a sigh she turned to look at him. “Fine.” She knew she sounded ungracious so she sighed again. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Ensconced in the luxurious comfort of the limousine, Angie faced Hussein. He had finally taken off his sunglasses. “So why are you here, Hussein?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “To see you safely to KLIA of course.”
She frowned then. “How did you know I was leaving for the airport?”
“I asked the concierge to let me know when you called for a taxi,” he stated blandly.
Angie opened her mouth but nothing came out, she was completely flummoxed. “Y… You… How, I mean, How…?” she spluttered in consternation. She took a deep breath and tried again, “How did you get him to do that?”
“I own that building,” he told her simply.
She nodded slowly. Okay, so he owned the building. Fine. “Why?”
“Why do I own the building? It’s a good investment, I suppose.”
“No, I mean, why did you ask him to alert you about my movements.”
“You make it sound all cloak and dagger.” He
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