Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

Chapter 6 : Becca

"An instant bail during weekend. Wow! you must have really good connections, Becca." Tony glanced at my lawyer and so did I. He looks kinda familiar. But I don't know where I saw him. "It's my first time that I have seen anyone getting bail within a half an hour. You must have a really good connection, Mr Langford."

"Oh! No, there's nothing like that. There weren't any witnesses or evidence that claims my client has done any of the damages she's charged for, which is why she got early bailment. It's not me." He plastered a smile on his face. "It's her innocence that helped my client."

Tony gave him some papers and he kept it inside his suitcase. "Thank-you for your cooperation, officer Verona."

I was still confused. The lawyer kinda looks familiar but I really don't remember anything about him. Who must send him as my lawyer? And s/he arranged me such a smart lawyer then why didn't s/he didn't come? And the main point is; why on the earth this lawyer is talking about me as if he has a crush on me?

Yeah! "It's her innocence that helped my client." What kinda a lawyer talks like that? Today is the weirdest day of my life. For the first time in my life, I've spent 300$ on my makeover, met a really polite, kind and helpful police officer in the history and now, this unknown cheesy lawyer.

"Shall we leave now, Miss Rogers." The anonymous cheesy lawyer gestured towards the door.

"Yeah, sure." I followed his gesture and walked towards the door.

Now we are out of the police station. Without wasting any time, I flooded him with the questions that I have been keeping in my stomach since the minute I saw him. "Who are you? Who hired you for me? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I know you? Do you know me? Do you know my mom? Does my mom know you? Oh my god! Don't tell me that my mom sent you to bail me out. Are you even a real lawyer? Is that the real

spectacles?" What? Why would I ask about his spectacles? I must have gone with the flow because I have never seen such a handsome man with nerdy spectacles.

"You ask too many questions." He chuckled and lightly scratched his right eyebrow, "But I'm gonna answer all of them. First let's sit somewhere and have a cup of coffee?"

"NO! I don't want a coffee! I want my answers." I exclaimed. I was too nervous. The suspense was killing me. And also, I can't just randomly go on a coffee with a mysterious stranger.

"Okay! Okay! Calm down." He slightly grabbed me by my shoulder and I flinched. I was never sensitive to casual touch but since yesterday's horrific incident, I don't feel so good with any kind of touch.

"You better take your hands off before I break them." Words tumbled before I could realise. Wow! I didn't know I could say such kickass dialogue.

"Pardon me, your highness." He raised his hands up, surrendering. "Well, my name is Patrick, Patrick Langford." He lowered his hands. "I'm a real lawyer and NO, no one hired me for you. Especially not your mom." He smiled and added, "I was looking at you like that because I admire you."

"What??" My forehead furrowed out of confusion. Why the hell does he admire me? I have heard boys saying "I like you." or "You fancy me." or "I love you." but what's with "I admire you."?

"You didn't recognize me, did you?" He pushed up his spectacles. "I'm your boyfriend's neighbour. Or should I say, "Ex-boyfriend?" He arched his brow.

I folded my arms and gave him a grimy look because there's no way anyone will save the person who tried to burn their neighbourhood.

"Um, I'm the guy with the baseball bat. Do you remember?" Oh! The baseball bat from last night! "You grabbed the bat from my hand and used it to crush your ex-boyfriend— he is now your ex-boyfriend right?"

"Amm— oh! You're that nerdy guy. You look different in a suit. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you." I faked a smile. Lie! Even if he wasn't in a suit or if he was in his usual formal wear I wouldn't recognize him anyway. I have a bad memory when it's about recognising people. But he doesn't have to know about it. Even if he knows, we will never understand and he is the prime witness of my crime. I can't afford offending him.

"But why did you help?" I started walking because it looked awkward to stand in front of the police station and talk about how an unknown lawyer helped me to temper the evidence and prove me innocent when in reality, I was the guilty one.

"Ah-um, should I start from the beginning or should I say it in short." He started following me.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with."

"Okay, so long story short, I hated that man. Your ex-boyfriend. He is your ex-boyfriend right?"

My jaw clenched. "Yeah- yeah! He is my ex-boyfriend. I hate him and I feel ashamed that he was even my boyfriend in the first place, happy?" God! How many times will he ask if Garry is my ex-boyfriend or not!!!

He continued. "Yeah, I hated him because he was a narcissist and his car, he always parked it on the way that made almost all of us difficult to drive our way to the parking lot. I told him multiple times to park it lawfully. But he has always ignored me. The night you crushed his car, I wanted to crush it too. But I stopped on my way. I didn't have the balls to do it. But you came, like an angel.." A smile appeared on his face. "Or, I would like to say, like a knight. You came and crushed it into the pieces. But you shocked as well as impressed me when you lit it up. You're my inspiration. I always wanted to be fearless like you, which is why I admire you and I helped you to get the bail." He suddenly came in front of me and stopped me. "You know, the moment I knew about your arrest, I didn't even rest for a second. I used all my connections to bail you as soon as possible." He brushed his hairs through his fingers, trying to give a heroine pose and added, "Don't you think, I at least deserve a coffee?"

"NO!" The smile disappeared from his face. "You deserve a treat." I smiled and so did he.

"So, where do you wanna have our first date?" He asked.

I smirked. "First date? I just had a horrible breakup that literally threw me in jail and you think I'm ready for the date?"

"Humm.. you're right. So let's have our first FRIENDLY date. If everything will be fine then we'll soon have our first real date. Is it okay for you, your highness?" He bowed out of courtesy.

I gave him a slight nudge. "Stop calling me "your highness". People are staring at me as if I'm actually a real princess."

"Hey, look." He pointed at the wooden label board. "BREW & BAKE. My favourite. Let's go there. Rumour has it, The pastry chef here is a Michelin star. But he doesn't brag about it, which is why in spite of being a Michelin star, he likes to keep his business down to earth."

Wow! Impressive and Idiotic. I mean "impressive" because he is a Michelin star and "idiotic" because he wants to limit his talent.

"Okay, let's go." I approached the cafe. We finally reached the door but before Patrick could open the door for me he got a call. "HELLO? Ah-um, yeah. I wi— yeah, I will do it right now, sir." He panicked. "I'm sorry, Rebecca. I need to go right now. My boss is gonna kill me. I'm so sorry. Please. But we'll have our date for sure. Bye." He ran off.

"Hey!" I screamed but then lowered my voice, "How can we have our date? We didn't even exchange our numbers."

"What?" He screamed back.

"Nothing," I waved with a forced smile. Well, it's okay. Anyway, I wasn't ready to date a handsome yet nerdy, funny, charming, tall, slim, hazel eyed workaholic man who looks at me like he really really likes me but then leaves me in the middle of our first date due to fear of his boss.

Gosh! What's wrong with me? Am I praising him or complaining about him? God! So much happened today. I absolutely need a coffee. Also, it's not good to back off after arriving at the doors of a Michelin star.

I opened the door. The moment I entered a strong scent of coffee and vanilla hit my senses. Oh god! I'm craving for a nice filtered coffee and a vanilla pastry.

The decorations of the cafe were so classic. A funky jazz music was playing in the background giving me a cafe-c*m-bar vibe. A chubby lady was cleaning the tables. I pulled out a hard maple wooden chair and sat on it. I called the chubby lady to take my order. "Excuse me, ma'am." I didn't need to see the menu because I know what I want. I wanted a strong filtered coffee and a vanilla cake. I gave her my order and waited for it to arrive.

After a few minutes, I was checking my social media when the same chubby lady waitress brought me a box of tissue paper. "This is for you, Becca."

"Thank you—" Wait a minute! Becca? How does she know my name? What the hell is wrong today? Why am I getting so many surprise introductions?

Before I could call her and ask how she knew my name, I had a glance at the tissue in the box. "Hey, Becca." There was also a sign that said to pull up the tissue which bought my interest so I did as the sign said.

"Hope you are fine." I pulled up another tissue.

"Sorry for the trouble that you have to face because of me." I pulled it up, again. Who is this person?

"Also, happy birthday. Hope all your dreams come true." So sweet. I desperately wanna know who it is. I pulled up the tissue again.

"This cake and coffee is on me. Enjoy your day, beautiful soul." The waitress placed the coffee and the vanilla cake on the table. I pulled up the tissue paper but this time it was empty. I was so confused. Who is this sweet person and how did he know my name & birthday?

"Excuse me?" I called the waitress and she turned towards me. "Do you know who sent this to me?"

"Yes. It's our boss." She pointed towards the counter which was empty when I arrived.

I turned my head at the counter and, revelation time! It's Kol. Kol James Morgan. He waved at me and waved him back. Wait a minute. She said it's from her boss. Does that mean Kol is her boss? Which means Kol is that mysterious pastry chef? But he is a business major student and COO at his family's company. How is it possible? How can a person maintain to achieve and manage so many things at once. And why the hell is he so sweet? He is such a nice person. He showed me such a sweet gesture with all those tissue notes. He is such a "Mr Perfect". He really does justice to his title.

Kol took off his apron and approached my table.

"May I?" He asked if he could sit with me.

"Yeah, sure." My eyes gleamed. I mean, Kol James Morgan is requesting to sit with me. It's the most fascinating thing that happened today. But all my fascination disappeared when I remembered about Pepper and yesterday night's horrifying flashbacks.

"You look different, Bec." He smiled at me. If it was one day older Becca then she might have flattened over his smile. But now, all his face reminds me is Pepper's bully.

"First of all, It's Becca and if you can't call me that then I'll accept Rebecca Rogers. Secondly, I don't want your gift. I'll eat this cake, drink this coffee and pay you it's rightful price. "

"Okay, Becca. I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. Sometimes, Pepper can get a little mad but she isn't that bad. But yeah, what she did was completely wrong and I would like to apologise to you on her behalf."

Wow! That horrifying criminal b***h has such thick luck. She got to date such a handsome caring man and now he is apologising on her behalf. I hate this. I hate that b***h having all the happiness she doesn't deserve and she has to pay for what she did to me.

"It's okay. It's an old story. I have already forgotten the past." I plastered a fake smile.

"That's great. I was worried for you. I'm happy you didn't have any truma."

"Yeah, thanks to you. You saved me." I remembered a flashback: Kol softly knocked the door. "Becca, please come out. I promise, no one will harm you ever. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you, Becca. Please."

"You said you'll always protect me. Is that true?" I don't know why I asked that question. It was so lame. He just said it meaninglessly to get me out of the compartment. There is no way he actually meant it.

"Ah-umm, yes. I promise, I won't let Pepper harm you ever again. You don't deserve suffering and I'll make sure you will never suffer like you did yesterday." His words were too good to believe but his eyes were too true to not to. Pepper doesn't deserve this man. Infact, a psycho like her doesn't deserve anyone and I'll make sure of it.

I don't know which nerve of my brain twitched. The adrenaline in my body rushed and it is showing its true nature. My hormones are betraying me. They are making me do something unexpected.

I stood up from my chair and approached the seat Kol was seating. He was still confused by my action but my eyes were focusing on something else. They were focusing on his light pink and sexy lips. I sat on his lap, we were facing each other. He was still clueless of the situation but I didn't care. I pulled him closer and pressed my lip into his.

In a clear word, I KISSED HIM.

Oh my god! Why did I do that? A few minutes ago I was angry at him for acting too close and giving me a new nickname whereas now, I shamelessly kissed him as if I own the right to do so.

God! What will he think about me?

To be continued…