RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 112: FRIDA -

Her fingers lingered on the trigger as his lips curled into an amused smirk.

"What are you talking about, Frida?" he asked in a husky voice.

His hands trailed up her thighs, over her pubis, and she bit back a moan.

"I’m serious. When were you going to tell me that I killed Alex and Conner?" she asked.

"If you’re going to pull the trigger, Frida... then do it." His voice dropped to a deep growl that made Frida’s insides churn. She hesitated.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought," he said. In one swift motion, he twisted her ankle, pinning her on the table, her behind pressed against his crotch as he held her down.

"You should consider size when fighting, doll," he purred, and she could feel his arousal pressing hard against her.

She fought to focus.

"If you’re not fast enough in combat, you die," he said simply, letting her go.

He stepped back, leaving the gun in her hand. "Fine. Shoot me, Frida," he said, puffing his chest out.

She smirked, adrenaline pumping through her veins. "With pleasure," she said, releasing a loud bullet. He didn’t bother dodging as it missed completely.

"Well, that was pathetic," he taunted.

She frowned and shot again. This time, the bullet came closer.

"Are you dancing, princess?" he teased.

The bullet grazed his shoulder, and Frida gasped in shock. "Oh no!" She ran to him. "Are you hurt?"

He grabbed her, twisting her, and pinned her back on the table.

"Don’t ever lower your guard, babe," he said, his breath grazing her ear.

She leaned back against him.

"Wanna bake cupcakes and make smoothies?" he suddenly asked, kissing her ear.

"I just threatened to kill you, Laz," she whispered.

"And the world kept spinning... It takes more than that to make me hate you. Actually, what you did turned me on. Now, I need you to ride my dick so I can breathe properly," he said, his hands squeezing her breast as his teeth sank into her shoulder.

"Laz..." she whispered.

He smacked her rare "Cupcakes," he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the basement, onto the balcony, and into the kitchen, where he tossed various things onto the counter from the cabinets.

"You don’t think I’m a psycho who needs to see a doctor?" she asked, staring at his broad back.

He looked over his shoulder "You are a psycho?"

"I think so. I should see a doctor," she said, pouting.

He whistled. "Damn, I think psychos are hot." He chuckled, pulling out eggs and baking powder.

"Laz!" she snapped.

"I’m just saying, Harley Quinn." He kissed his finger. "Gorgeous. And you’re even more gorgeous, so please be my psycho, Frida. Ride me with psychotic, fierce intentions. Stab me so I orgasm," he said dramatically, pouring flour into a bowl.

Frida laughed. "I think you also need to see the psychiatrist, Laz," she said, watching him roll the flour.

He swiped a finger across her nose, then kissed it. "You’re perfect, Frida. Psycho or not. So, if you do want to see a doctor, we can go tomorrow."

She beamed. "Do you know how to feed a jellyfish?"

He shook his head, bringing out two Pringles and passing her one. "Nope, I didn’t think that far when I bought it," he chuckled, tossing the cake into the oven to bake.

"Can we try to feed mine? Though I realized I haven’t named it yet," she said.

Laz smiled. "Alright, princess, let’s do some research."

"Apparently, they eat frozen plankton. So, wanna go on a trip to the pet store? It’s like a five-minute walk or three-minute run," he said.

Before he finished, she said, "Race you there," and sprinted off.

He followed close behind as they ran through the snow. When they reached the pet store, he stuck his tongue out.

"I beat you," he said.

"Oh, please, you big baby." She rolled her eyes. "The snow is so thick," she said, stomping her feet in the knee-high snow.

He lifted her like a child, dangling her over the snow.

"Oops..." she giggled as he placed her in the doorway of the store.

"Frozen plankton for jellyfish, please," Laz said, and the storekeeper went to get some.

Frida’s eyes roamed around until they landed on a pair of white Maine Coonlong fur, bushy tails, and tufted ears. Kittens.

"Oh my gosh, those are so cute!" she pouted.

Laz smiled as the storekeeper returned. He swiped his card to pay for the food.

"Can we get those?" he asked, pointing at the kittens.

The storekeeper nodded. Frida squealed with joy. "One is male, the other female," the storekeeper informed them, handing over the kittens.

Frida beamed as they got briefed on how to care for the cats before heading home with their new pets. "Laz, we’ll have to go pet shopping later. They need a bed, toys, food, and stuff," she said excitedly.

"I’m glad to see you happy, Frida," he whispered softly.

Back home, Laz tested the jellyfish tank’s temperature before feeding the jellyfish.

"What should we name it?" Frida asked, holding the kittens and observing the tank.

"I think we should name the kittens Sunrise and Sunset," she said, smiling.

"That’s pretty smart, sugar," he replied.

Frida’s eyes lit up. "Let’s name the jellyfish Sugar!" she exclaimed with a giggle.

Laz leaned in and kissed her.

"Whatever you want, Sunrise," he said.

Her cheeks flushed, and he chuckled.

"You are so adorable," he said.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Laz sprinted to the kitchen, remembering his cupcakes. Frida opened the door.

A tall woman dressed in a luxurious cashmere coat and a very short dress stood there, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. "Is Laz home?" she drawled in a French accent.

Frida blinked in disbelief "Who are you?" she asked.

The Barbie doll looked her up and down before speaking the words that shattered her world. "I’m his fiancée."

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"Frida!"

"Frida!"

His voice echoed behind her, desperate, but she kept walking. Anywhere—anywhere away from him! Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall.

Then suddenly, he appeared in front of her, dropping to his knees in the snow. "Frida, please."

She shook her head, her voice trembling. "No."

"Let me explain," he pleaded, his hands clasped together as though in prayer.

"No," she said firmly, turning to walk in the opposite direction.

He scrambled after her, still on his knees. "I’ll die if you don’t listen to me. Please, Frida, don’t leave me like this." His voice cracked, raw with desperation. "I’ll lie in this damn snow if it means you’ll hear me out—please!"

Her steps faltered, but she didn’t turn around.

"Frida," he whispered, his breath visible in the icy air, "all I need is your love. Please don’t leave without at least letting me explain. I’m begging you."

Finally, she stopped, her shoulders rigid. After a moment, she spoke without looking at him. "You have five seconds."