Chapter Fifty Three
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“Yes, it's a charity event hosted by my dad,” he sounded so nonchalant, like we hadn't literally almost had s*x a few days ago and shouldn't be going out as a couple.
“But is there a reason I must go?”
“Isn't being my girlfriend enough of a reason?” He took a bite of his meal, glancing at me like I was weird.
“What if I don't want to come?”
That made him stop eating to stare at me with furrowed brows, “my dad doesn't believe we're a real couple, and if I remember right, we're supposed to prove to him that we are.”
“Why does he still doubt?” How can a father not trust his son so much?
“Maybe because I didn't bring a girl to him anytime soon and just appeared with a girlfriend.”
He continued eating, and for some reason, I had a feeling he wasn't completely telling the truth.
But of course, that was none of my business.
It was his relationship life after all.
“Why don't you want to tag along in the first place?” He raised a brow in askance.
Because I don't want it to lead to something I might regret, “I still have to write my book.”
“Don't forget I'm helping you with the book so you'll return the favor by being my girlfriend,” he reminded, his tone firm but not unkind.
I found myself biting my lower lip to surpress a curse, because why was this guy so keen on us being together.
Couldn't he just make an excuse as to why I couldn't attend?
I mean, if I were to truly be his girlfriend, I should also have a life of my own, right?
But I had to remember we made an agreement, it wouldn't be nice if I only gained from it.
With a defeated sigh, I asked, “what time is it?”
“From four to six, but being the CEO, I'll wait till about eight to probably see if I can create some deals with business men that'll attend,”
“And do I have to wait till you're done?”
“I'm afraid so,” but he didn't sound afraid so, more like he enjoyed seeing me this way.
Seriously? It had to be till evening where my novel characters mostly had their most intimate moments.
Oh please, don't let my life be like them where that night will end up with us… you know.
“You done eating?” He asked, pushing his chair backwards so he could rise to his feet, lifting the plate with him.
“Yes,” I also took my half eaten plate of food, standing up.
“Lemme take that from you,” he moved to me, taking the plate.
But not before our fingers brushed, sending sparks down the area, all the way to my core.
If he felt that also, it wasn't evident in his expression as he strolled to the kitchen, reappearing with nothing but his handsome figure.
“Okay then,” he rubbed his hands together, “let's get to business.”
Business? What did he mean by business?
I silently gasped.
Could he mean business in bed? Had he felt the spark that his manly part wanted business.
“Why are you still standing there?” His voice reminded me I was still glued to the spot he'd left me by the dining table.
“Um…” how could I move when I wasn't sure how to react to how handsome he was.
Even though it was obvious he hadn't tried to look hot (unlike me), he still looked capable to stealing a female's breath (like mine had already been stolen).
And now this man more handsome than the hottest guy in my novels (Lucas Drim from ‘If the sky would speak to me’) was telling me to get to business.
That sent my middles tingling.
“Kim,” he stared at me like I was acting odd.
Why would he give me that look? Didn't he ask for business? How had he expected me to react?
“I thought you were eager to go home just a few moment ago, let's get our lesson then you can leave.”
Oh……. He was talking about my book.
Gosh, what stupid thoughts had been running through my thoughts.
My cheeks burned so much, I thought it my set my face on fire.
Worse of all, from the way he stared at me, it was obvious he was starting to think I was crazy.
Who knows, maybe he was anticipating whether to call emergency or not.
“You okay? Because you're even redder that the reddest pepper,” his tone held a note of concern in them.
“I'm fine,” if only my hair could cover up the embarrassment, “let's start, what do you have in mind?”
My feet moved me to the sofa where I sat.
The fact he took the space beside me out of millions of other space in this huge parlor, only worsened my cheeks color.
He eyed me in confusion, “you sure you're fine.”
“Yeah, I guess it's just the cold,” a terrible lie, because the cold was probably not able to make one so red.
“Do you have a fever?” Without consent, he placed two fingers on my forehead. “Your body's hot, do you feel feverish?”
If it was hot, then that was due to the heat his presence had on me.
But at least I had an excuse to make me look less insane.
“A little,”
His hand dropped from my forehead as his worried gaze pierced through me, “you should take some medicine.”
“I'll do that as soon as I get home,” my tone frustratingly dropped, making me sound somewhat flirtish.
Hopefully he'd use my fever as the reason to that.
“Let's just start the lesson.”
He nodded, “I was thinking maybe assist you with the first few chapters of your book that requires basketball.”
That was obviously not a suggestion I'd expected to hear, which was expressed in my multiple eye blink.
“If you don't want, I mean we can—”
“I don't mind,” I cut him off, hoping it didn't come out expressing how thrilled I felt at the thought of actually doing this with him.
Seriously, what could be better?
And so together we worked on the next three chapters of my book, actually bringing me back on familiar grounds were I didn't need to feel extremely nervous about his presence.
We chatted for some more time till he drove me back home with s successful day of no kiss.
I knew that was good, but couldn't control how my body wished he'd at least given me a goodbye peck.
Well, in all in all, I still wasn't able to get the fact I would be heading out with him on Wednesday off my head.
What to do?
- Writer
