Diana

Diana repeated the process at work all through the week. The strange bike person kept tailing her and running away immediately her cab stopped.

She's getting impatient and couldn't wait for the person to make a move, yet it didn't happen.

The staff in her department has started ignoring her. None of them even said 'hi' when they meet in the cafeteria during lunch hour or outside the company premises. But when has she ever cared about such.

Factually, she's very happy that they finally let her be. They all acted as if the girl that died isn't human. Except the day they heard the news and talked about it in the office; it's like it didn't happen the next day, as they were all chatting happily again.

Getting home….

"What's the occasion?" Diana asked Ethan who was dressed in blue ripped jeans and a white T-shirt. As usual; the colour of his shoes tally with his upper wear like they came in sets. Hair permed all the way back, his full facial feature flashing at her with it's beauty.

She usually like this dress sense and has been doing the same since they started going out.

Ignoring her question; Ethan stood up and walked towards her, engulfing her in a hug. "How was work today?" he asked.

"You smell nice." Diana said as she breath in his scent.

"Thank you."

"Work is fine. Where are we going?" she asked again, her insides bubbling in excitement. These moments they're sharing is getting addictive. She wondered how she's gonna cope without it after her mission ends.

"It's Friday night." Ethan said grinning.

"And?" Diana asked, looking up at him and tugging the hem of his shirt childishly.

"Let's go clubbing!" Ethan exclaimed.

"Yes!! you're the best!" Diana hugged him tightly. "Let me get changed." she said.

"Excuse me." Sarah voice came from behind.

The duo smile as they took the juice she brought and drank it before Diana left to change her clothes.

...

Getting to the entrance of the exclusive club named 'world of enjoyment'; Diana smile deepened. She was dressed in a black leather three quarter body fitted trousers which cupped her hips, and a white tube top, which tally with Ethan's.

White low heel booth. Her hair cascading behind her with a slight curl, as the effect of the bun style for the office ones still lingered.

She recalled the last time she came clubbing with a guy as her boyfriend. Once again, she realized a lot has changed for her.

She was all cloaked up in a pullover then, but now; she got to wear her desired clothing, even though Ethan didn't allow her to wear the bum short she first choice, claiming it's too revealing.

She had her needle case glued to her wrist, not that she will need it anyway, not with this guy that still made her adrenal rush each time she looked into his eyes.

Despite the fact that they are almost up to a month together; she still go crazy at his sight.

The two walked inside the club, side by side with Ethan's hand around her waist.

They arrived late, as the dance floor is half filled with people moving to the beats and singing along with the music being played.

Diana eyes glowed as her head moved to the beats as well, while taking sips from her glass of wine.

Ethan's eyes remained glued on her. He kept capturing the beautiful sight in his memory. He wants to keep seeing her like this, it makes his heart ease and he felt happy for an unknown reason to him.

His eyes darted to her exposed shoulder and couldn't help but appreciate her flawless skin. He didn't know how long he's been staring before finding himself leaning closer to her ear, "I love you." he said.

Diana's heart leaped. She turned her face at his direction and got her lips captured by his. She slowly reached her hand around his neck and responded to his kiss.

Pulling back from each other, "I love you too, very much." Diana replied, and suddenly sprung up as the music changed.

Anaconda by Nicki Minaj is being played, which is one of her favourite songs. She realizes how much she missed listening to music and dancing alone in her room back then.

Getting to the dance floor; she mingled in, but stay in Ethan's sight. She began following the lyrics of the song and making sexy movements, twisting her waist and flaunting her hair with her hands. Twerking when it gets to the rapping and all.

Ethan cheeks has started to hurt from smiling too much. He kept staring at her dotingly and feeling his heart race uncontrollably.

His gaze darkened as a guy walked up to her and was about to touch her hips, in an attempt to dance with her. Before he could react or the hand touches Diana who was definitely staring at his direction; Diana reached her hand back in a flash and get a hold of the guy's hand, twisted it and used her head to hit his nose, which made the guy cursed out loud in shock "f*ck!".

Releasing his hand, she throws up her elbow and hit his jaw, making the guy lost balance and crashed onto the floor with his nose bleeding profusely and unable to stand up immediately as his hands still felt numb from her hard twist.

Everything happened so fast that Ethan was shocked by how she got a well built guy on the floor so fast. He didn't know where the feeling came from, but he felt proud of her.

The girl in front of him couldn't be taken advantage of. Even though the guy got it hard without even executing his plan; he still felt at ease and yes! very proud of her.

This is the first thing that he found meaningful about her hard training to him. He wouldn't allow her to face Shane, not while he's still breathing, but seeing how she took care of the guy; he imagined if Diana was just a normal powerless girl.

He's sure she will struggling to free herself from the guy molestation right now.

It's like nothing happened, as Diana began dancing again and smiling at him, which he returned. The guy walked away after managing to get on his feet. The strength in Diana's hold, as well as the force that followed her hits makes him realize she's not ordinary and wasn't sure if she's here alone, and also her confidence and nonchalant attitude after hurting him.

The song changed and Diana quickly made her way to Ethan. "You should dance too." she said.

"What! No no no." Ethan quickly shook his head.

"Common! Just one dance. You've been watching me dance, I wanna watch too." Diana pouted her lips and sat on his lap, playing with his ear.

"I can't dance." he confessed.

"Please…"

"Okay, just one."

"Yes!!"

Diana sat and watched him made his way to the dance floor. She's curious to see him dance.

'Oh god! this isn't happening!' Ethan exclaimed in his head and regretted that he agreed to her demand.

Getting to the dance floor; he looked at her direction and made a helpless expression with his hand raised. Diana gave him a thumbs up and encouraged him to go on.

He began waving his hand left and right, not moving his feet at all. Even though it's not his first time at this type of place; he usually sat with a bottle of wine in front of him, while he discussed business with the person he came with.

A girl dressed in pink jumpsuit that reached down to her thighs, exposing her fair slender leg, with a black high heels, long brown hair cascading behind her; suddenly walked in front of Ethan and began dancing.

Ethan stopped his hand waves and looked down at the girl who was smiling and dancing in front of him, as if they came together.

Looking up; Diana was already on her way to them. He smiled and allowed her to do the chasing, "hey! buzz off!" Diana glared at the girl and wrapped her hand around Ethan's waist.

"I'm sorry." The girl apologized in a sweet soft tone, which could hardly be heard as the music is loud and left to dance with her friends who had hinted her to go for the hottie on the dance floor, before she came for Ethan.

"Why didn't you chase her away?" Diana asked, faking a frown.

"She saved me! I can't dance." Ethan leaned closer to her ear and replied.

"Let's dance together." Diana replied and felt his arm wrapped around her waist. "Cool." he said.

The duo giggled and began moving slowly to a fast beat.

....

During the weekend; Diana finally completed her work on her passport, but felt like the person following her seem to not be the killer, as he or she left without finding out where she's staying.

She decided to get her hands on the person and know who it was.