Chapter thirty seven: There's love in sharing

"I don't think I can do that. I won't! I'm married too," Mabel said, shaking her head as she spoke. "Then turn your back and leave," Brown said to her and she stood up from the chair, pushing it behind her as if she was about to leave

Remembering a movie that she watched, she stopped and sat back on the chair for fear. In the movies, in cases like that, when asked to turn and depart, immediately the person turns to leave, the trigger is pulled, and down to the riptide and riverside does the person's soul go. He was six feet next.

"Okay, but what about? I think about it. I need to think about it and I'll give you the reply okay?" Mabel said, in a low shaky tone and shook her head slowly as she spoke.

"Since you've come to your senses you have less than forty eight hours to give me an answer and your time starts now, also do not dare try to call the cops," the man spoke looking up from his wristwatch and blowing the fog of cigarettes on the face of Mabel.

"Why?" Male asked in he