chapter 17

A few minutes later, Flynn broke the kiss and stared at Melanie.

''Why are you acting like this is your first kiss? Besides, we've kissed before, haven't we?'' Flynn smirked, not letting her get off him.

''Flynn... Let me go, this is not right,'' Melanie muttered

''What is not right there? That I'm kissing my fiance or that you are on top of me?'' Flynn creased his brow.

''Fly...''

Flynn interrupted her by kissing her shortly.

''Don't beat yourself, it was just a kiss,'' Flynn smiled.

Just a kiss?

Wow, unbelievable!

How could this Tycoon call what just happened a kiss?

Well, it was...

''Just let me get the fvck up,'' Melanie gritted her teeth in annoyance.

''Okay, okay,'' Flynn said and released her.

Melanie stood up hurriedly and faced him tucking her hair behind her ear.

''You're acting like a teenager that just had her first kiss, huh, what a hypocrite,'' Flynn stood up and shook his head.

Melanie watched Flynn as he was about to turn the knob of the room when she remembered Elle.

''Flynn,'' She hesitated.

''What? The kiss wasn't enough?''

''Please be serious,'' Melanie groaned.

''What is it?'' Flynn changed his expression to a more serious one.

That's what we're talking about!

''Elle... I heard she is sick,'' Melanie said and bit her lower lips nervously.

''Who told you that?'' Flynn asked as he folded his arm across his chest.

''Kyle did. Actually, I...''

''What a running mouth,'' Flynn rolled his eyes and left the room.

''Flynn!'' Melanie shouted and ran after him.

Flynn entered his room and laid on the bed, with a deep sigh.

''Flynn...'' Melanie entered the room.

''What? Do you like poking your nose in everything?'' Flynn asked, glaring at her.

''No, but... If she's truly suffering from Huntington's disease, do you think she will be like this?''

''What do you mean?'' Flynn asked coldly.

''I mean, how sure are you that she's suffering from that disease?'' Melanie queried.

''Look... One of the best doctors came up with the diagnosis. Elle refused to go for another check-up after that and she has been using the drugs prescribed to her by the doctor,'' Flynn explained.

''But...''

''But what? Doctor?'' Flynn mocked and Melanie eyed him.

''Erm... Flynn...'' Melanie said and bit her lower lips.

''What is it?''

''Can I choose my makeup artist for the wedding?''

''Why? And who is in your mind?'' Flynn asked, staring at the younger lady standing before him, obviously nervous.

''Tyler,'' Melanie said and closed her eyes.

''Tyler Moree? That guy will touch your face!?'' Flynn questioned, standing up.

For some reason, that guy disgusts him.

It was like he was in some kind of competition with him when there was not even any competition!

''Wait... Are you jealous?'' Melanie laughed.

''Jealous? Oh please, I'll rather use a fork to drink coffee,'' Flynn scoffed.

"But it looks like you're jealous,'' Melanie mocked with her hands akimbo.

''I said I am not. In fact, I don't care who does your make-up,'' Flynn said.

''Good on you, a mafia dare n't go back on his words,'' Melanie smiled and walked out of his room.

What was that?

Did she intentionally say I'm jealous so that I'll accept that asshole to do her makeup?

This girl will never cease to amaze him.

~

Flynn was in his room with Devon and Melanie was with the twins by the poolside in the afternoon, the next day.

The three of them were gisting and laughing heartily and anyone who saw them would think they were siblings when Melanie's phone rang.

''Hey, Tyler,'' Melanie said as soon as she picked the call and glanced at Elle.

Elle was adjusting her clothes, blushing already when she heard Melanie mention Tyler's name.

Melanie burst into laughter seeing what Elle was doing.

''Mel?'' Tyler called her from the other end.

''Sorry, something amusing just happened,'' She said and giggled silently when Elle gave her a look that could kill.

''Okay, so... How is Elle? The lady I met yesterday?''

''What!? Did you call me because you wanted to ask me how Elle was?'' Melanie shouted intentionally.

''Hey, Mel! Do you need to shout? I hope she's not there.''

''She's here and that is the reason I'm shouting! Wait, are you crushing on her?'' Melanie creased her brow and Elle leaned forward to hear Tyler's reply.

''What? Stop being irrational, I just admire her,'' Tyler defended.

''Should I give you her number then?'' Melanie asked.

''Actually... I do not mind.''

Melanie chuckled imagining the look on Tyler's face. That dude must be blushing as it is.

''Hahaha, what a d!ckhead, I'll do that once I end the call,'' Melanie said.

They discussed her upcoming wedding for a while before they ended the call.

''He wants my number?'' Elle shouted as soon as Melanie ended the call.

''Chill baby,'' Melanie laughed.

''Why are you laughing? Send my number to him before he changes his mind!'' Elle whined.

''I hate when a lady is too clingy,'' Kyle said casually from where he sat.

''That's why I said you can never have a girlfriend, single motherfvcker," Elle rolled her eyes and turned to Melanie.

''It's not about being a single motherfvcker, but you're going to be one of those witch girlfriends,'' Kyle said and stood from where he was sitting.

''At least let me love someone before I die, you a$$hole,'' Elle glared at him.

''Bitch, you ain't dying any time soon,'' Kyle smiled and jumped inside the pool where the water splashed on them.

''Hey, Jerk!'' Elle shouted and Kyle laughed.

''Before I forget, Lanie, send my number to him,'' Elle whined.

''Okay,'' Melanie laughed.

She has been laughing so much these days.

''I'm coming, Elle, I want to check on Flynn,''

Melanie smiled and left.

She had been outside here for the past two hours and she kind of missed the arrogant tycoon.

~

Devon picked on his finger nervously, he did not know if he should tell his boss what he just found out.

How will his boss take it?

Will he brush it off as he had always done or will he take it to heart?

Well, this man did not care about anything so Devon bet his boss will not take the matter as anything.

''Boss...'' Devon started.

''You have something to say?'' Flynn glared at Devon.

Devon was the only guy he trusted out of all his men. He knew this man was struggling to say whatever he was about to say.

''Do you remember Thomas Jefferson?'' Devon asked.

''Yes.''

How the hell could he forget that man that tried to rape Elle four years ago!?

''The bus he was on that day before he died... Actually...'' Devon stammered.

''Speak up, Devon!'' Flynn ordered, unable to take the sluggishness the man was doing any longer.

''You remember how he died, right?'' Devon asked unsure if asking his boss a question was any better.

''I ordered you to cause an accident if that is what you could do to kill that bastard,'' Flynn groaned, massaging his temple.

''Actually... Boss... Mr. David Tatum and his son, Robin Tatum were on the bus too,'' Devon said.

''So?'' Flynn asked and it suddenly dawned on him.

David Tatum... Robin Tatum.

Hell, No!

Flynn suddenly widened his eyes and Devon nodded his head.

''David Tatum is Miss Melanie's Father and Robin is her younger brother,'' Devon said.

''What!?'' Flynn half yelled.

Directly or indirectly, he killed Melanie's dad and brother.

What the hell...

~

Melanie covered her mouth with her palm and rushed to her room.

What did she just hear?

She locked the door and sat on the floor.

Flynn was the one who killed her father and brother?

Flynn Harlan was their murderer!?

Melanie held her chest tightly and started crying.

Her husband-to-be was the one who killed her dad and brother!

Oh, no!