My Love Journey's
Paul And His Lies

"If The Bodyguard isn't one of those movies you like, what movie is going to make you crazy?" I asked Pablo, hoping to get to know him better on our short ride in the elevator.

He glanced without turning his head. "I don't have time to watch."

I laughed while shaking in disbelief. "Ah, not possible. What was the last movie you saw?"

His eyes remained fixed on the elevator door with a hard and cold gaze. "The Lorax."

"The Lorax? Children's movies?" ask me with an exaggerated sense of alignment. Suddenly I was attacked nervously as we approached the lobby.

Pablo cleared his throat. "That's my daughter's favorite movie. I've seen that movie a couple of times with him."

My heart was covered in warmth while I smiled. "Ah, that's so sweet... I'll bet you'll memorize all the songs in that movie."

I could see a happy grin on the corner of his lips. "Indeed" he said proudly.

"Can I know your son's name?" manya curious.

"Ella. She's only five."

I couldn't imagine how a bodyguard like me and as cold as Pablo was watching The Lorax with a five-year-old. However, I think it's pretty awesome.

"I wish you could spend more time with your son." I said. "Your current job must have made you rarely meet him."

He was silent for a moment. At first I thought he would be quiet, until I heard his rather heavy sighs. "That's my job risk. I only met him when I was free."

I nodded in understanding. Just then the elevator doors opened wide and I followed Pablo out into the lobby. I didn't really feel like I was overdone with the flaming red dress that wrapped around my body because the hotel where Paul was staying was just as luxurious.

After shopping earlier, Paul and I spent some time for a short walk on the lake not far from the hotel. After that, we passed a place that seemed to be the oldest location in the city, there were so many buildings with conical roof towers. I really enjoyed this city like a real tourist.

What is surprising is that even though we are in the middle of the oldest city in Russia, people still recognize Paul, but only a few of them forced us to take pictures together or ask for autographs, as if they understood that Paul and I needed a private space to enjoy their city, and it impressed me.

As a thank you for the kindness in taking me here, I decided to walk into a jewelry store while Paul was on the phone.

Pablo and I went further into the lobby until I saw Paul standing behind us. He was wearing a black suit that beautifully showed the curves of his manly body.

My steps slowly came to a halt when I realized he was chatting with a woman who was no stranger to me. The woman with dark hair and brown skin who once insulted me while I was watching Paul rehearsal with Valerie and Red. He commented on my relationship with Paul, saying that Paul only wanted to make me a bedmate because of my ordinary appearance.

I don't know what his name is. I remember when Red said his name. Carmen?

I don't know how to deal with this. It's not true, and I hate it now.

While Paul was saying something, I focused on the woman's hand rising into Paul's face. His thumb ran along his jaw until he stroked his cheek. And once again, Paul showed no sign that he did not like the woman's actions.

My heart immediately twisted as soon as I remembered the woman telling me that she had been fighting for Paul for so many years. Makes me sure there must be something between them right now.

Then Paul handed him a map. The same map Steve gave him, the man who walked into the hotel room, interfered in the middle of our hot activities. I clearly remember Steve talking about the lawyer that day. Carmen's certainly not a lawyer, so why did Paul hand the map over to her?

My blood boils as he inserts his hotel room access card into Paul's pants pocket, his hands too deep if he just wants to put the card in. Then he leaned over and kissed Paul's jaw before walking towards me.

I still keep my eyes on Paul. He didn't realize I saw everything because he was still behind me. Carmen walked over without even glancing at me, the sharp stinging scent of her perfume instantly piercing my smell.

My heart was beating so fast that it felt like my chest was ready to explode this very second. I was angry and felt deceived. A part of me wanted to leave, but another part wanted to talk and ask Paul for an explanation. Even though I knew Paul would be very easy to distract me, just like he always did.

Paul squeezed his hair with both hands and turned around while pinning the base of his nose. He looked angry, until our gazes met.

He hasn't said anything about the secret chat he had with Lucy at my father's house, but I made sure he had to tell me as long as I was here.

"You're so pretty, love." How dare he smile at a time like this. "I'm right, Pablo?"

"Yes, Mr. Klug." Pablo replied while nodding politely.

No matter how he praised me, it would not be able to obscure what I had just seen. He had to explain to me all the puzzles he kept before our relationship was ruined because of it. That's the worst-case scenario I can imagine.

"Alfred is waiting ahead. We have to leave now." he said without taking his eyes off me.

Paul tried to grab my hand, but I pulled him over. He knows what I'm thinking right now. Even though I didn't mean to create the drama here, Paul knew I was angry and confused at what I saw just now.

"Let's go." I said in a cold tone as I stepped out of the lobby.

I could hear Paul talking to Pablo for a while before his footsteps could be heard following me.

There was no chat in the car all the way to the restaurant. I don't even want to see it. I need to figure out a way for Paul to tell me, explain Lucy, Carmen, or whatever he's trying to cover up right now.

Paul has to be honest. Whatever the reason, I deserve to know before I run away from him. I couldn't hold back any longer, all my tolerance limits were up. I'm sure tonight will be an interesting night, especially for Paul.