27 Water & Oil Pt. 1 (2/2)

Mad turned to me again, looked at me with solid eyes and asked, ”Nothing happened, right? You two slept in different rooms?”

I turned the gears on in my brain and nodded my head while smiling stupidly.

”As I said, I gave Kiyomi my room, and slept in different room last night. You have nothing to fear, Madonna. I didn't give that detail when we talked and I apologize about that,” Amaan covered me for the last night. It was clear she didn't want me to get into any kind of trouble. Either that or she wanted me under her favor. Either way, I knew I'd live because the expressions on Mad's muscles relaxed, and her expressions softened.

She walked over towards the back of the bar and gave me a tight hug. The chilly winter outside had made her ears icy. I hugged her back and breathed slightly on her ears to warm them up. Mad snuggled her head into me and rubbed her nose a few times in my dress. I knew I had my wife back into my arms, and this feeling of holding her was the most precious to me.

”When did you come back?” I asked.

”Not long ago. We just sat near the bar when I wanted to see you. God, it seemed like years have passed.”

”Mad, it was one night. And that night has passed. You're in my arms again. Cheer up darling.”

Madonna looked at me with wet eyes. Her innocent smile was that of a child. I smiled back at her to recognize her love and care for me.

”I didn't come here for this, you know.”

Across the bar I heard a sharp tongue interjecting our reunion. It was from the man in black, looking directly at us with a piercing glare. He wrapped his hands around each other and said, ”You called me to repay your favor. But that didn't include me dealing with this emotional melodrama in front of me- The man was looking at us, and then looked across the bar at Amaan, ”-Professor, you still haven't changed.”

Amaan opened a bottle of beer and took a large swig before separating herself from the liquor. Then, she looked at the man and said, ”It's all included in one. It's a packaged deal, and you knew it would come. So, you will have to deal with this skinship while you're here, Brad.

I racked my brain and remembered this was the person Mad went to Pokhra for. He was the mission. The one condition Amaan posted. And he was crucial to the story.

Brad Witman.

Except the name I didn't know anything about him.

How would this affect the whole situation?

Who would be the one taking a loss?

Why was this one person's presence a demand for Amaan?

Was I eager to know her link with Mad?

Was I even ready?

”Let's not get hasty, slutty professor. I still have that piece of iron I generously bashed 'Mrs. Forgive Me' here. If I see a lick of touching that's more than a handshake, your another knee would be paste, Madonna.”

Priscilla's declaration shut everyone up in the room.