LOVER MONSTER!
36. Sharing News.

Adam chewed on an apple he picked up from a fruit basket. While his lips were busy chewing, Adam's eyes were busy guerrillaizing down the view of the presidential suite that Demian occupies now.

A room that shrinks luxury. Adam felt like an out-of-place human being. He who looks this mess is better on the streets than in a hotel room that is wide enough to accommodate five heads of family.

"Say Demian, did you have any good dreams while sleeping here?" Adam peeked at Demian's fragrant bedroom stinging his nose. "What is this place heaven?"

Demian did not respond to Adam. He was busy texting his phone to the same girl who had been ignoring him for the past five days. Though the message was clearly read, did the girl ignore it on purpose? Stupid, that's not a question anymore.

"Hey, Demian..." Adam is back. "At least, to sleep in a place as grand and expensive as this, something good should happen, right? I mean, do you get wet dreams every night?"

"I don't know, is the dream of beating you to death included in a wet dream?" Demian so vent his frustration to Adam.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what brings you here? Don't talk here and there and spread your foul breath in my place."

"Very annoying. For the man who has received my help, you should be grateful. Stop being so arrogant." Adam-kendati throws a complaint at Demian, culminating in Demian sitting on the balcony of his hotel room which has a swimming pool and several folding benches.

"What kind of hotel is this?" said Adam again. Still amazed and ilfeel too. The luxury that ends rarely used is very futile in the eyes of Adam.

After all, how many percent of the people in the world are able to book a presidential suite? How frequent? They are simply wasting land and building materials by building these extravagant hotel rooms.

"How is the situation now?" Demian started the question. He felt that if he waited for Adam to finish observing every corner of the presidential suite, they would never speak.

"The situation, oh.., everything is working fine" Adam said. He's back in serious mode. "Every member of Inferno that chased you that night taught me a lesson, but unfortunately, I didn't find out who paid them."

"Is it impossible to find it?"

"I guessed it. No one remembers his face specifically other than he looks like a Latin man talking in a thick Italian accent."

"..."

"The airport and the pier in Vegas did not give any suspicious reports of tourists coming to Vegas in recent weeks. Especially from Sorrento. So now, the road is pretty dead-end."

Demian let out a long breath.

"Do you really need a mastermind who does all this? I thought you knew who did it without finding out who."

"I don't need this ranger to find the mastermind who wants me dead, I need him because I want to know how to infiltrate Vegas without being caught by the Oscars."

Demian then burned a cigarette. "You know Oscar has all the information in his hands, right? It is quite surprising that he only knows of attackers when they are already in action. Something more is going on, maybe. Something beyond the reach of Oscar."

Also, if the man is indeed Italian, Demian is very curious about what happened in Sorrento. Demian wanted to ask the man why they were so obsessed with getting rid of him, catching him, or whatever it was.

Demian was curious, why did the situation at Bellamy become so gripping?

"I will try to dig even deeper" Adam said. "I would also ask Oscar to be more vigilant. He's had so much fun lately that he doesn't pay much attention to what you're saying. Thanks for being more thorough."

Oscar having fun? Did he find a gambling opponent that was hard to beat?

"What has Oscar done lately?" Demian raised his eyebrows while looking at Adam.

"No. umm, nothing special." Adam sniffed his shoulders, pretending to be indifferent to Demian's doubtful gaze. "He only gambles morning and night."

Demian did not immediately put his trust in Adam's words. However, he didn't also target the tall, platinum-blown man with a million questions.

Demian chose to skip the topic of Oscar and his stupidity, and jump to a topic that was quite tickling Demian's curiosity later.

"Regarding Oscar, what about my other request?"

The request Demian was referring to was a request to stalk Jessica and her daily activities. Demian was worried about the girl, to be honest. Because his personality is prone to various kinds of dangers.

"Jessica?" Adam confirmed Demian's question.

"Yes, how's it going? Is he still meeting that bastard Allendale?"

Adam cringed in wonder. What's with Demian and his habit of slipping insults in people's names?

"Jessica Cerise is fine, if that's what you're worried about. He eats strawberries every morning and drinks his coffee while joking around with the smiling barista, Nathan?"

"Ethan," correction Demian. "You know, he's been out a lot lately. I reminded you, didn't I? If he comes out, make sure someone's guarding him. I don't want him approached by a pervert."

"I told my men. Fortunately, he never went out for a night out for fun. He's just out on a job, you know, he goes with his chef's best friend more often."

Adam gave the report in detail, Demian felt relief as if he could imagine Jessica's real activity before his eyes.

"I'm surprised why you're so curious about the girl's business. I thought you weren't dealing with him at all. I think I was wrong." Adam said as he looked at Demian, he noticed how his words made Demian react no less astonished.

"I just treated her special because I owe her something."

"Is that so? Too bad, I think you're pretty good at being lovers."

Demian rolled his eyes, "Love, my head!"

Demian never looked at Jessica in the lens of romance, and in her mind, that view would never change. Jessica was just a young girl who had helped her. A young girl who attracts her interest and passion due to her unusual sweet scent.

Demian has never and will never see Jessica as the opposite sex who she wants to patent as her life partner. In Demian's eyes, that position had always and forever been Angela's place.

*

After breezing around to find the whereabouts of an Oscar Brown, Adam's steps slowed down. He had found the gambling addict, sitting alone unscrambling the cards at the table.

Before Adam said anything, Oscar had already greeted him first. "How's Demian doing?"

"I just arrived and you've interrogated me with questions." Adam complained of boredom. He wagged the shirt he was wearing to release the heat attached to his skin and clothes.

Summer in Vegas was already hellish, and he paced underneath it with nothing to protect but one loose black t-shirt and long jeans.

"Well, you don't expect me to greet you with boring pleasantries, do you?"

"At least give me time to breathe."

"Aren't you breathing all the way here?"

Adam grumbled. "Ah, never mind." he said full of annoyance. "Talking to you and Demian is both annoying."

"Oh, oh, oh. What am I doing, really?" Oscar laughs.

"Just being yourself has irritated me" said Adam. He sat on the sofa and tied his plastic mane. "I hope autumn will end this burning heat soon."

"The more you want it, the longer autumn will come." Oscar chimed Adam's prayer with ridicule. "You better pray rain, it's more effective."

"What the fuck? If you want, please pray for yourself. Don't set what I better want against God."

Oscar shrugged his shoulders. He did not want to continue his criticism of Adam. Although there are actually many things that can be criticized from his men.

"If you're satisfied praying, give me a report on Demian's situation there. I wonder if he, just a little bit, feels depressed and empty to be left alone?"

"She's fine, your expectations didn't happen at all." Adam refuted Oscar's words while sipping a glass of scotch that a servant handed to him. "Demian instead decided to stay there for the next few days. I think that place makes him very comfortable. You better not give her an expensive room."

"Oooh, so he's delaying out?" Oscar turned and looked at Adam, his back leaning against the side of the table. "Is he afraid that Bellamy's people still love him on the streets of Vegas?"

"It seems," said Adam. "Would that happen? I think you've filtered the humans that come in and out of this city, especially the guests from Italy."

"That can happen," Oscar rolled up his white shirt sleeve, "After all, the Bellamy family is not a family I can underestimate."

"Then, Demian won't be able to hide forever, right?"

Oscar nodded thinly. "I think Demian knows that reality. The question is, is he ready to face the problems that are coming or not?"

Adam thought.

"So" said Oscar again. "Did you tell me what I told you to say?"

"That empty egg? It's." Already." Adam answered lazily. "As I said, Demian did not take the girl seriously at all. I asked her if she had feelings for Jessica and she just said that her concern was based on debt."

"..."

"I don't understand how you can guess Demian will put his heart on that girl. You know Demian already likes that one girl who came with him from Italy, right? The seraphina? Alina?"

"Angela, moron!" Oscar threw Adam with a card.

"My bet is not done yet" muttered Oscar out with a grin. "I believe she'll put her heart on Jessica."

"You want a bet?" Adam challenged.

"All right," said Oscar. "I'll give you the Emperor's hotel if you lose."

"Crazy, huh?"

"It's not betting his name if you don't lose something valuable" Oscar then sauntered to Adam. "Then, Adam...., what will you bet?"

"Something precious in my life, is it?" Adam weigh-in. "I'll give up my bike, then."

"Deal?"

"Deal!"

After shaking hands as their betting seal, Adam again opened his voice. "By the way, if you're so sure Demian's gonna like Jessica, then what's the reason you've been seeing that girl lately? I thought you liked it."

Oscar dipped Adam's scotch glass with his finger, he took a piece of ice from it and moved the ice cube to his mouth.

"Oh, that's.., because Demian said I should get a real friend instead of bothering him, which is why I was there."

"To be friends?" Adam gaped.

"Yes, to be friends."

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