He Is A Nymphomaniac. Chapter 518 - The Danger...

The couple kissed each other shamelessly for a very long time, untill their heart's desire and then Rhehan carried her back in his arms to the italian counter, while everybody clapped for the cute couple. He made her her sit comfortably on the stool, kissing her head.

"Ahhh! My eyes. What a vision you both are. I can see it clearly. You both have always been meant to be with each other forever. I see several couples here everyday, some are just for one night, two nights or maybe one year. But you two! You two give different and give out strong vibrations. It is like, giving out a message of true love and faith. I am happy to see such a couple in the younger generation. It feels like, you have always been meant to be with each other, something like what you called a bond beyond life and death!!" The middle aged chef smiled, placing a pizza and red saice pasta before them, along with their respective wines. 

"Thank you!" Rose smiled, looking at the pleasant man in surprise. It was like the chef was reading their souls, or probably public dealing has made him experienced in studying people through their actions and expressions.

"We are indeed a believer of true love and we also believe that souls are meant to never seperate from each other. Nothing can seperate them, not even death!" Rhehan smiled looking at the chef. 

"Very well said. You are a wise man, much beyond your age. Such words coming out of the mouth of a man of your generation not just pleases me but also surprises me. Anyways, enjoy the meal!" The chef smiled and walked towards a group of people, who had just seated themselves on the other corner of the counter. 

The couple happily started munching their meals, talking to each other happily while side by side, enjoying the music. 

Meanwhile...

The evening was busy for the airport authorities, as several last minute booked flights had been scheduled to reach Santorini, all of them chartered flights. The sudden chartered planes, had always been a nuisance to authorities, specially when they were in large numbers and then they had to adjust it as per the daily flight's schedule. Soon the flights reached ond by one and the authorities heaved a sigh of relief, finally succeeded in having to hear no celebrity tantrums or complaints. 

The whereabouts of the couple were already being tracked and soon, the life of the boy was about to be aimed as soon as he gets spotted amywhere in Santorini. 

One hour later...

Rose and Rhehan were yet sitting on the counter, binge eating the delicacies cooked by the chef. "This is by far the best Italian I have ever had. I would be honored if you could become the head chef of my chain of hotels, The cafe Island." Rhehan smiled, eating the meat b.a.l.l.s, admiringly, licking his lips. 

The chef gaped at the man in surprise. "No wonder, you looked so familier. You are The famous Rhehan Jobs! Are you actually offering me a job at your famous international restaurant!" The chef spoke in an ecstatic tone. 

"Yes! But infact, the head chef and supervisor for all three of you. Handle the italian food department, all over the world for the entire chain." Rhehan smiled, pointing at his other two partners too.

"Thank you ! Thank you so much! It will be an honour!" The chef spoke with teary eyes, not believing at having giving such a huge offer. 

"You deserve it!" Rose smiled, munching a white sauce pasta, admiringly savouring its just perfect quaint.i.ty of spices and flavours. 

Just then a man wearing a black leather jacket in contrast to the vibrant atmosphere of the beach, entered the party. He soon started to look around carefully, scrutinizing the gigantic noisy crowd, wearing variety of vibrant colors and shouting at the top of their voices. In order to not look eye catching, he quickly removed and threw off his heavy leather jacket, so as not to look eye catching in an atmosphere, where people were almost walking around naked. 

He took out his tiny gun from the pocket of the jacket and quickly placed it in the pocket of his jeans, very carefully. He had already fixed a silencer at the top of the gun. "With so much of noise, even if I shoot him without a silencer, n.o.body will even notice. I just got to be careful about that clever wife of his. Now where the h.e.l.l are they?" The man now dressed in blue-t s.h.i.+rt and black denims looked around, and suddenly his eyes fell upon a counter, were people were getting their body painted in neon shades, for the night party. 

The man quickly walked upto the counter and smiled. "Hi! Something on my face please. I want to surprise my girlfriend!" He smiled pleasantly at a young girl, who was holding a brush. 

"Haha! Sure! I'll make different patterns. She will not be able to recognise you, except for your eyes that are strikingly remarkable!" The girl looked admiringly in the man's eyes. 

"Ahh! Yes! But I can not hide them." He shrugged his shoulderes helplessly, while the girl started painting his face, making several round spirals in striking green neon colors. She then took the neon pink color tin and dipped the brush and outlined the spirals with it, almost covering his face. "There! Even you will not be able to recognise yourself now. That will be 10 dollars!" 

"Thanks a lot!" The man took out a paper note and handed it over to the girl and smiled. He then walked away, once again scrutinizing the crowd, looking for the couple. 

Just then he spotted the couple, sitting on a far end white colored counter, munching the dishes happily. They both were engrossed talking to each other, oblivious to the fact that a man with a gun in his pocket was looking at them. He observed them for a few more minutes, they were sitting pretty far from him and it was too crowded. The chances of hitting somebody else was very high, so he started walking closer to them, very confidently with a smile on his face, as if he is also one of the thousand people, enjoying the party.