The Devil's Love For The Heiress by LiLhyz

Chapter 13: Crazy For This Girl
Kate‘s eyes fluttered open. She winced, realizing her phone was vibrating. Still half
asleep, she checked the time. When Kate realized it was still four in the morning, she groaned, complaining, “Who calls at this
time?”
She was about to cancel the call, when something in her, call it an unknown force, urged her to answer her phone. When
she slid the home screen open, she mumbled, “Do you know what time is it?”
“It‘s nearly noon here in Paris.” Hearing that voice, she longed for; Kate was wide awake in a flash.
Her voice broke in and out as she called his name, “C–Carlos?”
“It‘s the first day of the tournament today. I‘m sorry I woke you up. I
was just... wondering if maybe... you‘ll wish me luck?” Carlos said on the other line.
Kate‘s heart was already racing, thrilled
at the unexpected call. She replied, “Of course, good luck with your game. I know you‘ll do great. As usual.”
There was a second of silence, but soon Kate heard Carlos say, “I miss you, Kate.”
‘Oh, my god!‘ In her head, Kate was screaming at his words. Her face turned bright red, and she was grinning like a fool. She
bit her lip before timidly answering, “Carlos, I – I miss you
too.”
“Carlos?” Kate frowned, and once again, she checked on his response. “Carlos?” When she
looked at her phone, it displeased her to see that her battery had died! “Oh, my god! Like, why do you die at the perfect
moment? Arrgghh!”
Kate frantically fetched her bag and found the charger. After plugging her device, she waited nearly a minute. When her
phone switched on, she attempted to call Carlos back. However, even as she undertook to dial
the unknown number, her phone died again. “Agrrhh! I hate this! Why is this happening to me now?”
Of course, she knew the answer to that. She was up, researching about Savanna Knight with the use of her mobile instead
of sleeping. In the end, she waited for at least five

minutes before she turned her phone back on. As soon as she entered her passcode, she called back the unknown
number. Sadly, it seemed like Carlos
mobile was already switched off.
She groaned in annoyance, cussing while she was at it. Very quickly, she sent him a text, and it read:
(Carlos, I’m sorry. My battery died. I
was on the internet till one in the morning and fell asleep without charging my phone. I miss you too.)
“Please, answer. Please, answer.” Kate anticipated, but an hour passed, and there was still no answer. Nor did Carlos call back
***
Earlier in Paris.
Carlos and Alexander were preparing to leave for the start of the French Open tournaments. He peeked
outside his room, and seeing that the detectives were not in his suite, Carlos went to his in–room safe and opened it.
He had a backup phone, only for his personal use. The police had already warned him of how his known device may be tapped.
That was why he avoided making phone calls. Should he do so, he was to use a secured device.
It was the same with his assistant and Alexander. Each of them had a private phone that no one knew about. Carlos
and his party evaded calling out at all costs despite having
a secret phone. There was always that slim chance the enemy could infiltrate a new device.
After turning it on, he typed the number he memorized by heart. It rang
up to five times. Carlos was about to give up on the call, but to his luck, Kate answered, complaining about how early he called
Hearing Kate‘s voice gave him a sense of happiness. He
knew, this way, he could still survive the remaining three weeks of being
away from her. After receiving Kate‘s wishes for his games, Carlos unwittingly said, “I miss you, Kate.” ‘What the hell? Why did
I say that suddenly?‘ It was the longing of his heart. While he tried to hold back and keep it all in until he
returned to Braeton, his mouth betrayed that quickly.
“1–.” Carlos frowned. He seemed to have lost Kate. He tried calling her back repeatedly, but her phone was
switched off. He ran his hand down his face, thinking, “Fuck, I hope I did not upset her.”

“She did not seem upset. Was she?” He tried calling again and sending
her a message, but when he did not receive a reply, Carlos just turned the phone back off and shoved the device back in the
mini vault.
During Carlos‘ match that afternoon, he was so edgy. It was just the
first round, and he missed two serves. Usually, his first match would last five to ten minutes, tops. His opponents often would
miss his serve, landing him an easy win. However, that day, Carlos was distracted, thinking about the call with Kate.
Alexander, who cheered him on, yelled at him, “Get it together, Ronaldo! This isn‘t like you at
all!”
Carlos still won, but he was grumpy all the way. He refused to join the mini celebration
with other male tennis players for getting through the first round. Carlos and Alexander went straight
to their accommodation in Paris.
While the two tennis players were on the lift, going up
to their hotel room, Alexander whispered to Carlos, “What is wrong with you today? Your mind is somewhere else?”
Sucking in a deep breath, Carlos answered, all while keeping his
voice down, “I called Kate earlier today. The call got disconnected. I called her back, but her phone was off.” “I don‘t know if I upse
or if.” He leaned back, suggesting, all while maintaining to whisper, “Maybe I‘m coming on too fast. What do you think? Maybe I‘m
just the two of them, Carlos and Alexander were still cautious of their surroundings. Alexander softly suggested, “Are you kidding m
Coming on too fast? You have liked this girl since you were in high school. I doubt you are coming on too fast... I‘m sure
there is an excellent explanation. Just you wait and see.”
When Carlos returned to his room, the first thing he did was to check on his secret phone. He impatiently turned it on and
waited, his eyes seemingly burning a hole through the device.
Eventually, with the phone already on, messages came through. He quickly read all three messages. All
of them came from Kate.
(Carlos, I‘m sorry. My battery died. I was on the internet till one in the morning and fell asleep without
charging my phone. I miss you too.)

After charging my phone, I tried
to call you back, but I could not reach you.) (Good luck with your game. I‘m rooting for you always. When you get the chance, plea
Relief overwhelmed Carlos. He was smiling like crazy, ready to reply back, when he heard voices outside his
door. He immediately recognized the police officers‘ tones. Carlos was left with no choice. He quickly replied, saying he would cal
He turned off
the other mobile and returned it to the safe deposit box. Outside his room, Carlos received instruction from the detective to
proceed to the fourth room, and he nodded. This happened, all while secretly hiding the excitement that warmed his chest.
Before heading to the fourth room, Carlos pulled his friend aside and whispered to Alexander, “Hey, wanna get
a drink at the bar tonight? My treat.” Carlos‘ smile was recognizable that Alexander curiously
asked, “Now, what‘s up with you? You were so uneasy earlier, and now you are smiling
like a fool?” Checking the surroundings, Carlos
scanned their living room suite. After seeing no one, he leaned closer to Alexander and
revealed, “Kate texted me. She said she misses me too.” Shaking his head, Alexander declared, “See what I mean? You were get
in a whisper, “Yeah, I am. Crazy for this girl.” Under his breath, he muttered, “Three weeks more to go.”
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