Fake Date With Mr. Billionaire

Chapter Ten

A whole week managed to pass by really quickly.

Replying Wilson’s last message about how his last meeting went and how sick of hotel food he was getting, Charlotte packed the meal she had made for him and laid it carefully into a basket.

They had spent the past week in contact, it was almost impossible to believe they were truly miles apart. Their texts were endless, varying from conversations about how their days went to the most random things. Without prior notice, they video called each other at the most random times, Wilson taking it as a opportunity to show her the country as he toured it in his spare time. Before both going to bed, they texted each other and at morning, they woke up to unread good morning messages from each other.

After a whole week, Wilson was finally going to be returning and Charlotte couldn’t believe how excited the thought made her.

She had taken the evening off from her coffee shop to head back home and make his surprise dinner. Surprisingly, she and Rachael had spent the whole week together and still never got the opportunity to talk about what exactly was going on between her and Wilson. She could already guess the most part though as she caught Charlotte giggling at her phone more often than not.

Which was why it was easy for her to let her leave the coffee shop easily with the excuse of going to make him dinner.

Glancing at the wall clock, Charlotte counted the hours left till Wilson was supposed to land. Though she had objected, he had strongly insisted on driving straight to her coffee shop to see her first even before heading back home.

“He should be here in about an hour then,” she muttered to herself then rushed back into her room to take a shower. As quickly as she could, she got freshened up, changed into new prettier clothes and headed back to the kitchen to grab her basket of food and then headed out of the house.

Taking a cab, she got to the coffee shop in less than 30 minutes. On getting there, she checked her wristwatch again, mentally complimenting herself for being more than early.

“You’re back,” Rachael acknowledged her presence as she walked into the shop. “That was quick. So, is he here already?”

“No, not yet,” Charlotte bit her lip, placing her basket carefully on the counter. “He should be here in about thirty minutes though.”

“Okay then,” Rachael nodded. “I should head home now then. You made my dinner too, right?”

“Of course I did,” Charlotte replied with a smile. “You’re my best friend.”

“Yet you’re keeping things from me,” Rachael pouted. “But it’s fine. I decided to wait until you’re ready to tell me properly about what’s actually going on between you two so you don’t have to rush it. As long as you aren’t with that ass of an exboyfriend of yours and you’re happy, I’m okay.”

“Aw, Rachael,” her smile grew even wider. “I love you.”

“Duh,” she dramatically rolled her eyes. “But you better hurry up. I’m running out of patience.”

Before she could reply, she was interrupted by the sound of a beep from her phone. Flashing Rachael an apologetic glance, she took it out to see a new message from Wilson.

“Fine, I’ll go now. See you later then. And do not stay out too late!”

“Yes, I wouldn’t.”

Watching her grab her things to leave, she smiled to herself then read Wilson’s message, her smile immediately disappearing.

Babe: Change of plans…

Babe: So a friend picked me up instead of my designated driver and forced me to go home straight to at least take a shower

Babe: So I might get to your shop a bit later…

Babe: In about thirty minutes from now?

Her reply came faster than she expected.

Charlotte: It’s fine!

Charlotte: Told you to head home first but you didn’t listen to me. glad he made you do that

Charlotte: Take your time, I’ll be here waiting.

Babe: Thanks for understanding.

With a sigh, she walked over to one of the empty seats and plopped into it. Rachael, now gone made the shop feel emptier and weirdly seem larger. She was just going to endure it though, having no choice but to do that.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty-five minutes.

With eyes fixed on the hands of the clock, Charlotte watched it hit the number six and immediately rose to her feet. Thirty minutes had finally passed! Now, where was he?

Looking out of the windows, she hoped to see him or at least his car driving in but saw none. With a sigh of disappointment, she returned to her seat and resumed staring at the hands of the clock.

He couldn’t possibly have forgotten, could he? Or perhaps, he fell asleep out of tiredness from his flight. Or even better, was he stuck in traffic and just running a little later than expected?

All her thoughts came to a halt though as she heard the door to her coffee shop get pushed open, sound of familiar footsteps quickly filling the silent air.

“I’m not too late, am I?”

Immediately, she flew to her feet, breaking into a smile as she watched Wilson walk in.

“No, you’re not,” she replied, unable to hide her excitement as he saw him. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You look different,” she commented, checking him out stylishly. “Quite different.”

With a smile, he ran his hands through his hair and nodded. He did look different. Compared to his normal look in suits, laid back hair and polished to shine shoes, he was in a regular sweatshirt with joggers and comfy looking sneakers. His hair looked a bit fluffy too, obviously from very recent washing and blow drying.

She had to admit, he looked good regardless, making her wonder what look he wouldn’t be able to pull off successfully.

“Yeah, I know right,” he finally replied. “I got home already.”

“Yeah, figured.”

“I missed you,” Wilson quickly said before an awkward silence could fall between them. “I know it probably sounds crazy but-”

“I missed you too,” she cut him off. “So no, it’s not really crazy.”

“Right?” he laughed nervously. “Great then. Um, where’s Rachael? Did she leave already?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte nodded. “Why? Do you need her around or something?”

“No, not at all,” he shook his head. “It’s actually better she isn’t around.”

“Oh?”

“You haven’t had dinner, right?” he asked and before she could reply, continued. “I booked a restaurant already for us to go have dinner so um, let’s go?”

“What? Oh,” the disappointment was evident in her voice as she gave her basket of homemade food a glance. “Oh, you booked another fancy restaurant. That’s nice.”

“Nice? I don’t think so. I mean, your face says otherwise.”

She was about to open her mouth to speak when he caught her eye and shook his head. Immediately, he took a step closer towards her and took her hand in his. “Is everything okay? Does the fancy restaurant make you uncomfortable? Is that it? We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

Charlotte was impressed and simply shook her head before replying. She bit her lip, hesitating then finally went ahead. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that you said you were tired of having so much hotel food so I thought that included all fancy foods too. So I just made you a little homemade meal.”

He failed to hide his surprised as his eyes literally widened. “You made me homemade meal? I mean, you cooked for me?”

“It’s just a little gesture,” she scratched the back of her neck, feeling his gaze intensify as he stared at her. “Nothing big.”

“Char,” he said with a light gasp. “It’s not nothing. You know, I crave homemade meals a whole lot of times but since I’m such a terrible cook, I always have no choice but to eat out all the time. It’s not a little gesture. It means a lot to me, really.”

Charlotte felt her heart soar. “Really?”

“Heck yeah!” he exclaimed. “You know what? Change of plans. Let’s ditch the restaurant and go over to my place? Then we can eat every single meal you made.”

“What?” she almost stuttered watching him have those words slip out of his mouth so casually like it meant nothing. “Your place?”

“Mhm mhm,” he nodded. “Eating in the car would be uncomfortable so let’s just head to my place instead. Or should we head over to yours instead?”

Was he even listening to himself? How could he make them going over to each other’s place seem like such an irrelevant thing?

She looked around her slowly. Her coffee shop was empty and spacious enough for them to eat comfortably in it so there was no need for either of them to go anywhere else. But instead, she said, “Your place is fine.”

“Great then,” he clapped his hands. “We’ll have dinner then I’ll drive you back home later. Sounds like a plan.”

She swallowed. “Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”