APOLLO/MEERA - 08

Knock knock "Come in." I said and closed my laptop as I was obviously not able to focus on work anymore. Ronen his head inside-

"So did you find anything?" He asked and I raised my eyebrow, still not on the same page.

"The girl you can't stop thinking about since yesterday..? Did you find anything on her? You met her last night for this didn't ya?"

Right, I met her last night to dig up some information about her, to see if she is really undercover or not. Instead, I ended up being infatuated by her lips, her eyes, her silver nose ring, her Indian accent which is cute beyond words, the way she scrunches her nose whenever she disagrees with something and her avoidable obsession towards that chai. All that time I can't help but think how fucking different she is from all the women have ever met, or maybe it's just the difference of culture that's attracting me. Because getting attracted to a woman is not my thing, it's the women who threw themselves at me, I'm not at all used to the prior. This is uncomfortable.

"Hello? Earth to Apollo? Are you still here?" Ronen called out and I shook the thoughts of her away from my mind.

"I'm sitting right here dammit."

"And you haven't answered any of my Questions."

"No, I didn't find anything on her alright. I was... distracted." Distract is a small word to be honest.

"Really? That's rare. Anyways I've got some more information about her. Or more like her father and this doesn't seem like a coincidence to me." Her said and kept the file on my table. The paper in it was some kind of land registry and had a photograph stapled on it.

"This is Meera's father?"

"Yes sir. Mr. Damon Montane."

"So Damon used to live in Italy?" I began reading the whole page but it was not until I reached the second last paragraph that things started looking complicated. Damon Montane sold his billion dollar villa overnight at a price so cheap that I would personally choke him for this and fled the country that night with one year old Meera. My frown deepened as I read all this. Suddenly the insulin rushed through my veins as I tried to imagine his situation. What would have happened that night that made him so desperate to leave the country with his little daughter. What was he running away from?

"And what about his wife, Meera's mom?"

"Nothing about her. Not a single clue, as if she never existed." I exhaled deep and looked back at the report. Whatever it is that happened that night, it's smelling of trouble and something so not right. Nothing related to Italy seems right to me. And I don't really think Meera has any idea about all this. She might not even know the origin of her last name, but it's just a hypothesis. Only the most innocent looking people can fuck with you. I need to know more about her, and for that I need more time with her.

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MEERA

"It's our last day in Valencia right?" Lilly asked, slumping on the bed and pressing her temple, the hangover is probably still lingering from last night. And why not, she drank the whole night! So much that I had an actual difficult time getting her into the car in the morning since she just can't open her eyes.

"We can stay in if you're not comfortable with going out." I offered since she was literally making a I'm-fucked-up expression.

"Are you kidding me?! It's the last day of the Las Fallas festival today! I'm not missing it because of some stupid hangover!" She said and instantly jumped from the bed like her head was not killing her.

"What are you going to wear?" She asked, pulling her short skirt over her thighs and grabbed a sheer white top from the suitcase.

"You know what I like."

"Meh. A kurti? Indian wear in spain?" She looked at me disapprovingly.

"This is what I'm most comfortable in." I said and continued after seeing her 'seriously' expression. "I'm not going to wear that extra short skirt you brought for me. It's insanely inappropriate."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Who's judging you here? Dad is not here alright, neither will he see it."

"I'm not afraid of anyone judging me." Wrong, I am actually.. "It's just that I'm not comfortable in it and talk about dad alright, I'm trying not to think about him."

"Right." She said and then fell silent. "Kurti it is then."