Love Worth Fighting For

305 Surpise

Zwetta’s hope to be able to sleep faster apparently did not materialize smoothly, because she had just finished taking a shower, Christian suddenly contacted her again. Since deciding to go back to work, the only number stored on her cell phone is Christian’s number. That’s why Zwetta knew who the person who was still bothering her was.

“What else do you....”

“Come down, I have a surprise for you!” Christian’s voice sounded so cheerful on the other end when he cut off Zwetta’s.

Zwetta stomped her foot hard on the floor. “No thanks, I’m not interested in any kind of surprise.”

“Does this mean I have to send back the sports bike that has filled my garage for the past few days to the showroom?”

Zwetta’s eyes opened wide. “W..what did you say?”

Christian smiles broadly when he realizes his target has eaten the bait he made. “Come down and see for yourself, you only have five minutes to meet me. After that time limit then don’t blame me if I send this motorbike back to the showroom where we bought it yesterday.”

“Fuck!!”

Zwetta rushes to the door, Christian’s threats to return her dream motorcycle really make her ignore her current appearance in pajamas with dragon drawings from her favorite Game of Thrones series, Zwetta runs over to Christian who is counting the time on his cell phone.

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“I..I’m not late, am I?”asked Zwetta breathlessly.

Christian, who intended to tease Zwetta again, immediately stared silently at the appearance of the rebellious girl. How could a girl with a personality like Zwetta choose a nightgown with a dragon motif in the popular TV series a few years ago.
“Really?”

Zwetta frowned. “What?”

“This.” Christian pointed Zwetta up and down. “I’m not dreaming, am I?”



“What do you mean? I do not understand?” asked Zwetta the increasingly confused

Christian looked around, his eyes sparkling when he saw a large mirror in the apartment lobby. Without opening his mouth, Christian pulls Zwetta forcibly towards the large mirror beside the table where the security guards stand guard. Christian immediately directs Zwetta to stand in front of him, facing the mirror which now reflects their entire body.

“This is what I mean,” Christian replies curtly as he looks Zwetta ‘s body up and down through the large mirror that stands before them. “How could a girl like you choose a nightgown with a pattern like this? A dragon? Really?”

Zwetta , who was initially confused, finally understood where Christian was talking, without guilt Zwetta folded her arms across her chest. “What’s wrong with my choice of nightgown? Is there a problem?”

“So childish,” Christian pouts in a tone of real contempt.

Zwetta smirked. “So what does that have to do with you? Do you expect me to choose sexy sleepwear like the woman in the adult model magazine?”

Zwetta’s unexpected answer made Christian’s cheeks feel hot all of a sudden, after a whole week of torment that he managed to get through, Christian’s defensive wall had to fall with a few words Zwetta. Zwetta really is a dangerous girl!

“Yes, back to the previous conversation, where is the surprise you said earlier?”

Christian clears his throat, trying to neutralize the uneasiness that disturbs his composure to black sports Zwetta which is parked not far from his car. “That ugly bike, you want it, don’t you?”

Zwetta calls Christian’s name out loud, not accepting the insults that Chrisian throws at her dream sport bike. However, Zwetta ‘s screams had no heavy effect on Christian at all. He still looked down on the vehicle with the lowest level of security regardless if Zwetta looking at him with a thick, murderous gaze.

“I’m speaking facts,” Christian ads again. “As a person who always puts safety first, I have absolutely no interest in motorcycles like that. That’s why I call them ‘ugly’.”

“Only people who are not in their right mind call this extraordinary sport motorbike ‘ugly’,” said Zwetta not wanting to lose. “Alright, now give me the key.”

Christian smiles slyly. “The one who said he would give you the key, who?”

Zwetta straightened her body instantly, a murderous aura emanating from her body aimed at Christian who was ready to face all of Zwetta’s.

“I just want to ask you to take care of this motorbike while I keep it in this apartment, that’s why I asked you to get off a moment ago,” Christian added back with a triumphant smile, seeing how disappointed and angry Zwetta was at this time, making Christian really amused.

“Bastard,” Zwetta hoarsely said without hesitation. “How dare you!”

Instead of being angry, Christian actually smiled broadly at Zwetta ‘s harsh words. After Elena who once called him a madman, only Zwetta dared to call him a ‘bastard’.

“As a secret agent specially trained by a single, unmarried man of his mature age you should have been more sensitive, Zee,” Christian says quietly.

“Why bring up Robin and my job? Those two things have absolutely nothing to do with this.” Zwetta answered quickly, Zwetta always got angry whenever Christian mentioned Robin’s name. Zwetta feels that Christian is too childish to include other people in their conversation.

Christian, who felt Zwetta ‘a change in emotion, smiled a little. “Don’t you realize, Zee?”

“Aware of what?!”

“Aware that the rotten bachelor Robin Jones is after you!”

Zwetta was dumbfounded, her eyes wide with a tongue that seemed mute unable to reply to the words Christian had just said to her.

The night that had reached its peak really became very quiet when the two humans who were again linked by fate were again met with different stories and storylines.

“I got all the information about Robin Jones from Oliver Lee, his former teammate while on duty in the Middle East. Robin Jones wants you Zee,” Christian says again. “That’s why he’s trying to keep you by his side.”

“Oliver Lee? Do you believe what he said? On what basis did Oliver Lee say Robin wanted me? Everything Oliver Lee said was bullshit, for the past few years this man has been forcing me to join the New York police force. That’s why he keeps trying to badmouth me. Robin is like that, so I want to leave Robin and join him in the police,” Zwetta curtly. “And you’re just an outsider, Christ. You have no right to say such bad things about Robin. You don’t know anything about him.”