Spreading Rumors About Mr. CEO (LGBT)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Josh Heid Thompson

Ezerette was looking at me with his cute eyes. He was in deep thought, probably debating if I could kiss him or not. When I had asked him about it, it was genuine. I had asked a permission if I could do it, but sensing that he'd rather die than let me kiss him, I decided I didn't want to push him.

I even did not know the reason why I wanted to kiss him in the first place. I guessed it was just something; a crazy thought. I went back to eating, not wanting to look him in the eyes. I felt rejected, but I was not going to show him.

Ezerette continued to eat his food. A thick, uncomfortable silence looming over us as we kept eating, not bothering each other's presence. Earlier, we were just talking and now, we acted like we were a ghost to each other. It was kind of annoying. But I was the one who opened the topic, and I had closed it incorrectly. I should have thought of something. I was so dumb sometimes.

There were two ladies who gave us a glance when they entered the restaurant and nobody cared. Even though their eyes were glued to us, we did not move or do anything. The ladies were squealing, jumping up and down slightly. I was guessing they were in their mid-20s, considering their looks and outfits, they could not be old.

The girl, who was wearing a beige dress and a black heels, took out her phone inside her bag and put the camera in our direction. I could see Ezerette getting pissed but I didn't mind him. I made him mad, did I not?

Much to my shock, when the girl started to take a picture of us, Ezerette grabbed my face and kissed me full on the lips.

My eyes widen and my heart did some somersaults, getting wilder and wilder. His lips were moist and soft and it tasted so good. It felt like I was on the cloud nine, just lying on the cloud and not really caring about anything. That's what I was feeling right now. He pulled out immediately but I was not having any of that. I needed to know his lips. So I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him deeply; slow, sensual and passionate. 

It felt like the black and white turned into rainbows. Our lips felt like it was being molded into one; dancing as if it had its own mind. The beat of my heart was very fast and the adrenaline washed me. The feeling was overwhelming. His lips were so good the would around me faded out.

Never would I have given a thought that I would kiss a man. This was new. This was a first. And I was glad my first - to a man - kiss was shared with Ezerette.

We only pulled away, until we were panting and needing of air. We looked into each other's eyes and his face was expressionless it nearly worried me that I was not a good kisser. But I brushed it off and smiled.

"That's nice," I said to him honestly, smiling widely. He wasn't still smiling. "The kiss is nice. I like it."

Ezerette wasn't saying anything. Instead, he went back to eating his food, leaving me dumbfounded. I gripped the fork tightly. Was I not a good kisser? Was it the worse decision he had ever made? Did he regret it? 

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out of my pocket and checked. It was from Charlonne, saying that he and Eclair would go in the town to some bar. Ezerette would be really mad. But then his phone made a sound. He picked it up and took a look. Maybe it was a text from Eclair. 

The whole time we were quiet. It was kind of awkward. The ladies had already left. So after we finished the food, we just stood up, paid the bills, and went back to the car without giving a thought of strolling around this place.

As Ezerette walked, I grabbed his hand and turned him around. He had a frown on his face that made me frown.

"Ezerette, mind telling me what's the problem?" I asked him as I crossed my arms my chest.

"You," he said, getting angry. "You're such a spoiled, bipolar brat. Sometimes, I don't even know what to think of you."

My hands clenched and I gritted my teeth.

"You're just so full of yourself," he continued, ranting, his finger pointing at my chest. "And you're very controlling. You want things to work according to your dictations and plans. And I'm tired of it. I'm so done! And earlier, the kiss. The kiss! We shouldn't have even kissed! And I was being dumb back there. But then I saw your expression. Your brows were furrowed, as if you didn't like it. Then you smiled. And I didn't know what to think of anymore!"

I was being really quiet, just looking at him. I didn't know what to do or what to say. So it was partly my fault. But I didn't know I had the freaking grumpy expression!

"And now, now you're being quiet!" Ezerette said, throwing his hands up in the air. "Jesus, Josh! I don't know what to think of you anymore. You know what? I'm so done. I'm so, so, so done! Let's stop this s**t and move on with our lives. That way, everything will go back to normal. Everything is messed up right now. But if we go back to the way things should be, everything will be - "

I stopped his ranting by forcing my lips onto his. He struggled a little bit but I gripped his hips tightly, keeping him in place. We had never realized that we're back where the car had been parked. The car hit his back and I caged him, putting my arms either side of his face.

He put his arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. As I had felt earlier, heart doing somersaults, rainbows and shits, but this time, it was ever better. I could feel Ezerette smiling against the kiss, and I smiled, too. This time, fireworks were included. It felt surreal.

We didn't know how much time we spent just by kissing. All we knew was we had to pull away so we could breath and kiss again.

"I like the kiss, Ezerette." I said to him, running my thumbs across his flushed cheeks. "And I'm sorry if I've been an asshole to you."

"You are an asshole," he chuckled. "But now what?"

"What do you mean what now?" I asked him, grinning. "The date isn't over yet, right?"

"Isn't it already ruined?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

"We just made out," I teased, smiling widely at him. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson red as he pouted at me.

"You really are an asshole," he mumbled under his breath, loud enough for me to hear. I chuckled and grabbed his hand and pushed him inside the car. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere, everywhere," I said as I ran to the driver's seat and climbed in. "Anywhere. As long as you're with me. Any place will do."

His cheeks flushed again and he pursed his lips. He hid his smile by looking down. When we drove to somewhere, I turned on the radio and a song came on. It was Carly Rae Jepsen's song.

"...This kiss is something I can't resist. Your lips are undeniable." Carly sang over the radio. Then a thick silence loomed over us. I could practically hear the loud thud of his heart, and so could he. My heart drummed, beating with the rhythm. Just to save the day. I sang with Carly. "I wish it didn't feel like this. Cause I don't want to miss this kiss."

A faint, shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips and I knew I succeeded. It was great. This was the time. I grabbed his hand and placed it over my thigh, still singing with Carly. He began to nod his head. Ezerette had a dreamy look on his face as he watched me sing. Then he began to sing, too.

Soon enough, we were just driving, in the middle of the road, singing loudly as midnight came. We just ate junk foods. It might not be the most romantic date ever. It could be the lamest date ever. It could have been the most awkward date ever. But we sure had fun and enjoyed each other's company. That's enough to make us smiles.

But a sadness crept onto my face as I knew this date would end eventually. Apparently, Ezerette had seen my expression and asked me what's wrong.

"Nothing," I said, giving him a faint smile. "I wish this day would never ever. But that would be in my dreams only."

I knew I had to go back home. But I didn't want to. That house was full of burden and sadness. But I still had to go home.

"Then stay with me in the house." He offered, giving me smile. "In my house."

"Really?" I asked him.

"Really," he smiled. "Although the house is a bit sm - "

"Shh," I put my finger on his lips, shutting him up. "Your house is fine. Very. I don't care how small it is. That's fine."

"Let's go home,"

"Let's go home," I agreed, holding his hand as we drove back to our home.