One wants love and one detests love
When the paths of two cross, things change for both of them. A journey of mixing business with pleasure, lust, betrayal, and romance begins.
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"Go on a date with me"
That totally left my sleepy eyes open leaving me kinda speechless in the end. Was he seriously asking me out? Or was it to make an ex jealous?
"It's just dinner, the two of us having dinner, but it's like my treat," He says and I feel like he was a bit shy.
Cute.
"Dinner? Just the two of us?" I turn to look at his face that already looked away. I wanted to say yes, but the thought of him using this way to use me made me bumped out. I just felt so confused and flattered as well.
"So, what do you say?" He asks with a gentle tone. Like where is Mr. stuck-up, grumpy asshole gone to?
"But if you say no, it doesn't affect me one bit," He adds.
Nevermind.
He's still in there.
I roll my eyes at him, "What about no disturbances and not here to make friends, huh? What was his deal anyway? I mean, bruh! make up your mind already.
"We're business partners and I certainly stand by my words, I most certainly do not need friends," He says with ease, "I just want to get to know you, you are very interesting, Sophia," He was still leaning on the sofa.
Gosh! He knew the right words to use to get my heart jumping for joy and my tummy doing weird flips. I was like this with every guy.
Just weak when it came to love.
"I don't know..." I respond trying to sound less of a lover girl who'd jump for joy if anyone asked her out.
Ps: that's definitely moi.
"It's dinner. Who knows, you might have a memorable night as well," He chuckles, "I've been waiting to complete what we started"
That's it.
I gathered up some strength and got up from the sofa, I turned to him, grabbed him by his arm, and dragged him out of my house. If I didn't, he was gonna keep talking nonsense. Nonsense that got me turned on even in a miserable state.
"So, I'll take it as a yes," He says with confidence.
"I didn't agree," I say and slam the door in his face. Just then, I saw a note slide underneath my door, I'll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow, baby girl. I mean it.
I chuckle with amusement at his persistence.
This handsome jerk!
Man! I'm tired.
>>>
The water pouring down on my skin feels divine. I feel...happy.
A smile makes its way on my lips making me chuckle a bit. If anyone saw me right now, they'd think I'm crazy or something.
