Fake Date With Mr. Billionaire

Chapter Eight

“Date? Who’s going on a date?”

Out of nowhere, Rachael appeared from the coffee shop’s back door, taking both Charlotte and Wilson by surprised.

With a confused expression, she walked into their midst, wiped her hands on her apron then folded her arms to stare at Wilson then Charlotte. “Mr. Wilson? You are here?”

“Yeah, I am,” he faced Rachael to reply her with a smile. “Hi, nice to see you again.”

Confused at their friendly gestures, Charlotte quickly spoke up. “What’s going on? Are you guys friends now?”

“Depends on what you mean by friends,” Rachael replied with pursed lips. “No one answered my question though. Who’s going on a date? I heard someone talk about going on a date.”

“Yeah you heard right,” Wilson said and taking them by surprise, moved closer to Charlotte to put his arms around her. “We are going on a date. Me and her. Both of us.”

“What?!”

Their exclaims came out in unison, Charlotte immediately wiggling herself from Wilson while her best friend watched her do that.

“You’re both going on a date?”

“No, we’re not,” Charlotte quickly said then grabbed Wilson by the arm. “Um, Rachael. Please excuse us. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“But- Charlotte, wait!”

Her best friend calling out to her was useless as she ignored her, pulling Wilson with her to the back door. Without objections, he followed her silently not stopping until she let go of his arms.

“What was that about?”

“What do you mean?” he was playing dumb on purpose. “What?”

“Telling Rachael we were going on a date!”

“Does she not know about us?”

Charlotte heaved a sigh in response. What could she say? There was no tangible ‘them’ she could tell her best friend about.

“Just forget it,” she said instead. “Like I said earlier, I’m quite busy so I need to get back to work.

“And like I also said, I need to talk to you,” he insisted. “Charlotte, go on a date with me. Please?”

She swallowed, watching him lean forward to take her hands in his. He stared at her, neither of them daring to break the eye contact for a while.

“I’m your boyfriend, remember?” Wilson continued to have his effect on her with his words. “So won’t you go on a date with your boyfriend? Even when he’s politely asking?”

“I- I’m,” she stuttered, trying so hard to shift her gaze from his eyes burning with intensity. “I’m busy.”

“And I can wait,” he replied. “I pretty much cleared my day’s schedule for you anyways so I can wait. Your shop’s large enough. I’ll just occupy one of the empty sits and wait till you’re done.”

“Why?” she subconsciously let out. She couldn’t understand why he was doing all that for her. He had no reason. Literally no reason to.

“Because I’m your boyfriend,” he replied with a smile. “Isn’t that what couples usually do? Come on, if we’re going to do this, let’s do it right.”

He was probably right. That was probably the right way to date. The right way to act with someone you actually had feelings for.

Using his actions as a judge, she had undoubtedly being dating the wrong way all her life. So if he was willing to have her have a taste of what proper dating felt like, who was she to object?

“Are you sure though?” she asked, trying to hide a smile. “Things can get really hectic here and it might become uncomfortable for you.”

“Which is why you should hurry up and have us go on our date as soon as possible.”

“But,” she bit her lip, checking herself out. “Am I not a bit underdressed? I’m literally in just a blouse and jeans.”

“You look beautiful enough, Charlotte,” he said, checking her out shamelessly. “And no, I wasn’t trying to flatter you. It’s the truth.”

“I’ll just get back to work,” she said in response, trying to hide the blush on her face. “You said you’ll wait, right? Let’s go then.”

With a nod, she led the way back into her shop and had him occupy one of the empty face. Immediately, she caught Rachael staring at them and quickly straightened her expression to walk towards her.

“What is he still doing here and what did you guys talk about? Charlotte, you’re hiding a lot of things from me are you not?”

“I’ll explain it all to you later, I promise,” she replied with an exhale. “But for now, just know we’re kinda going on a date and well he’s waiting for me to be done for the day before we leave.”

“Wait, what? A date? With him? How? Wait, what?!”

“It’s crazy I know. But I’ll explain it all later. Promise.”

No more words were exchanged between them as they both returned to their respective positions by the counter. Few minutes later, they were back to work, customers rushing while they served and sold coffee.

God, his presence was so distracting. Letting out a grunt, Charlotte shifted her gaze from Wilson for the millionth time in barely an hour as she took note of a new order.

Sitting while he literally did nothing but gaze out of the window, glance at his phone few times and stare at her occasionally, he managed to look so good. Rachael had been nice enough to offer him a cup of coffee to keep his company and as he devoured it in slow sips, Charlotte could swear he looked good enough to feature in a coffee ad.

It was unfair. Like he wasn’t glowing enough, the sun was literally on good terms with him as it shone in his direction making him gleam even more. His black hair was slickly laid back, his shirt missing a few buttons by the neck as he sat back.

She wasn’t the only one who found him disturbingly distracting though. There were an unusual amount of women rushing into the shop, all staring and passing compliments at him. They giggled at him, waved and to make it even worse, he smiled at every single one of them in return.

“You really need to stop staring.”

“Staring?” realizing she had been caught red-handed, Charlotte jerked and turned to face Rachael. “Who’s staring?”

“You, Charlotte,” Rachael snickered. “I don’t know what exactly is going on between you two since you haven’t told me all of the details but girl, I can tell at least half from the look in your eyes. Can you be a little less obvious?”

“What?” Charlotte uselessly tried to blink. “You’ve gotten it all wrong.”

“Mhm.”

“It doesn’t make any sense though, does it?” Charlotte harrumphed. “Why is he smiling at all of the girls? For heaven’s sake, he’s stealing our customers away. What exactly do they see in him anyways?”

“I could ask you the same,” Rachael let out another snicker. “But what do you expect? If you don’t want him smiling at them or in your words, you do not want him stealing away our customers, why don’t you go ahead and leave with him?”

Charlotte bit her lip. She wasn’t feeling that way few hours ago but after all the attention he had managed to pull, she just wanted him out of the shop. With her right by his side.

“We aren’t closed for the day though.”

“And I can manage by myself,” Rachael pat her by the shoulders. “We’re almost done for the day anyways. And look around you, most of the people around here at the moment are here to stare at Wilson’s face. Not for the coffee.”

“You’re right,” she bit her lip again. “Fine, I’ll leave then. Thanks, I owe you one.”

“No, you owe me a good explanation when you return,” Rachael corrected her. “I’ll be expecting that from you. Without you omitting a single detail.”

“Sure.”

Flashing a smile at her best friend, Charlotte took off her apron, grabbed her purse and dashed into the restroom. Immediately she got there, she washed her face, took out her make up purse to apply light makeup, her glossy lips being the highlight. Next, she took out her hairbrush, brushed her hair to shine then had it rest on her shoulders. Giving herself a positive nod, she smiled at herself and walked out of the restroom, immediately walking towards Wilson’s seat.

As expected, he had a girl seated opposite him, talking and giggling while she seductively spared him glances. With a scowl, she ignored the girl and walked towards Wilson.

“Um,” she announced her presence with a fake cough. “Wilson. I’m done.”

“Oh,” he immediately raised his eyes to meet hers and got up. “It was nice talking to you but I’m afraid I have to go now. My girlfriend’s here.”

“G-girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” he protectively put his arms around Charlotte’s shoulders. “I told you I was waiting for my girlfriend. Did you think I was joking?”

“Y-yeah,” the girl stuttered, checking Charlotte out. “I thought you were just trying to play hard to get.”

“Too bad, I wasn’t. Anyways, I have to leave now. Char, shall we?”

With extremely flushed cheeks, Charlotte nodded and had Wilson lead the way out of her shop. Neither of the stopped walking until they got to his car and had him take his hands off her to open the door.

“Thank you,” she muttered, getting into his car.

Without a word, he shut the door and turned around to get into his seat. Giving her a glance to ensure her seatbelt was fastened, he nodded to himself then turned the car on.

“Um, where are we headed?” Charlotte finally spoke up after an unusual silence between them.

From the time, she was expecting him replying with the name of a restaurant or at least, the location they were headed. But instead, all that fell out of his mouth was a “Were you jealous?”

“Jealous?”

“About earlier,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the steering wheel. “A lot of women kept showing up in front of me. And I was literally talking to one when you arrived.”

“What?” Charlotte could almost not believe her ears as he laughed lightly. “No. Why would I be jealous?”

“Right?” he joined in on the light laughter. “Just forget it. Let’s have a dinner date. I booked a table at a restaurant already. We’ll be there in a bit too so you don’t have to worry.”

“Oh, okay then.”

No more words were uttered and just like he said, after few more minutes of driving, they arrived at the restaurant. Without stepping in, Charlotte could already tell it was an expensive restaurant. The driveway looked fancy and from the type of cars lined up in it, it was easy to guess the class of people it housed.

Suddenly, she felt self-conscious. Dressed in just her blouse, jeans and casual sneakers, she doubted looking half as good as the rest of the people who were going to be at the restaurant. After all, she was nothing but a coffee shop owner who was just surprisingly hanging out with a billionaire.

“Shall we?” her thoughts were interrupted by Wilson’s hand as he opened the door and stretched his arm forward. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yes, I am,” she managed to say, taking his hands to step out of the car. “Yeah, I am okay. Whoa, this seems like a really fancy restaurant.”

“I guess you can say that,” he replied only to slip his hands out of hers for a while. Taking her by surprise, he took off his jacket and moved closer to her to put it around her. “It’s a bit cold, don’t you think? I bet your light blouse is capable of keeping you warm enough.”

She smiled at him as he put his obviously expensive jacket around her. No, It wasn’t cold and her blouse wasn’t made of a light material as he made it seem. He must have noticed how stiff she seemed by the thought of walking into such a fancy restaurant and made his gesture to help her feel a bit more confident.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he took her hands in his again then resumed walking. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Hand in hand, they walked into the restaurant and just like Charlotte predicted, it was one really fancy looking restaurant. . It looked delicately designed and built, showing a complex yet refined architecture. It was well spacious, giving all the tables enough distance between them. Each table had its own chandelier above it, coupling with the general lightening of the room to give a unique source of light.

They walked to their assigned table, taking seats opposite each other with Wilson helping Charlotte carefully into hers. Few seconds later, a waitress arrived and though each meal costed about half of her life savings, Charlotte tried to hide her great shock and ordered her dinner.

“So,” Wilson spoke up after the waitress was gone. “Charlotte, we’re finally getting to have a proper conversation. It wouldn’t be a bit too cliché if I asked you to tell me about yourself, right?”

“No, it wouldn’t be,” she laughed lightly. “There’s nothing cliché about us. Our relationship is far from cliché.”

“I know right?” he chuckled lightly. “I’ll go first then. We’ never really got to introduce ourselves to each other properly so I’ll do that. I’m Wilson Locke. 27.”

“And one of the youngest billionaire the city has to offer.”

“Glad to know you did your little research on me,” he smirked as he caught her mutters. “Your turn now.”

“Well, I’m Charlotte Spring. I’m 24. I run a coffee shop so quite obviously, I’m nothing close to being a member of your social status.”

“This isn’t our first time meeting so saying ‘nice to meet you’ would be a bit weird, right?” Wilson said with a smile. “Nice to see you then. And even nicer to finally get to know you officially, girlfriend.”

“Likewise. Nice to see you too, boyfriend.”