Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

FAY
You know one of those things that are initially tagged as impossible? Those things we know can never happen in reality but in fantasy, those rare things that makes you raise questions, questions that requires a lot of answers, questions that has the ability to mess up your mind, making you think you're crazy or maybe seeing things.
Here I stood in the entrance to Elroy's kitchen, lured by the alluring aroma of bacon and eggs. Elroy stood there with his back facing me, making breakfast. I was probably still asleep for all I know but- this feels and looks too real to be a dream.
He was putting on his grey sweatpants and white body hug shirt. he considers shirts and sweatpants to be his own nightwear, despite how much I tried to convince him that it wasn't proper, I gave up eventually since he didn't feel the need to listen to me.
But that was the least of my problem now, the real issue here is that I don't understand the guy! One minute he says he wants to start over and the next he's jumping twenty miles over, throwing me completely off guard.
I have to say something. I can't let him catch me staring at him, it would only boast his-
He turned. Too late.
"Oh, you're awake. Just in time for break fast." He said with a smile- A smile? He freaking smiled at me like we were on good terms and nothing ever happened! He's acting like this was an everyday routine.
None of this makes sense to me.
"What is this?" I asked him.
"What is what?" He replied with a question, looking as clueless as a cat.
"You know what I'm talking about El, what are you doing?" I asked, as my eyes made a brief contact to the contents on the breakfast table.
He cocked a brow in confusion before realization dawned on his face. "Oh," he scratched the back of his neck. "You mean breakfast?"
"Yeah... Why are you preparing breakfast? Where did all the help go?" I asked him.
"Oh, I uh... Gave the chef a day off, he needed a break."
"Couldn't you ask someone else to do it? I mean... That can be arranged right?"
He sighed, "Is it a crime to make breakfast in my own kitchen?" He asked indignantly.
I raked my hands through my hair. "No, it's just odd. I never knew you had any idea where the kitchen was."
He rolled his eyes. "Of course I knew where the kitchen was. It's my house." He stated.
"Well then, I never knew you could cook. I don't see a cook book anywhere." I said, looking around.
He watched me with irritation. "I learnt how to cook."
I raised a brow in surprise. "Oh? When? Why?"
"A long time ago. And why, because I like the idea of making something edible for eating. And I love creating things and food happens to be part of those things." He answered.
I nodded. "Hm. So why are you making food now? Why haven't you been making food?"
"Who said I haven't? And why all these questions?" He asked, cocking a brow. "Why can't I make food without you suspecting something?"
"Who says I'm suspecting anything? There's nothing to suspect, right?" I asked, pulling out a dining chair as I made myself comfortable. "Can you pass me the bacon?"
He sighed, passing the plate of Bacon.
"Hm. They smell great. I wonder if there's a secret ingredient in them... One that can make someone stop breathing." I asked, giving him a look that screamed cautiousness.
He looked lost for a second. "Hold on... You think- Are you asking me if I poisoned the food?"
"Yeah, obviously." I answered, watching his reaction carefully.
He blinked. "I didn't Poison the food, Fay. Why would I even do that?" If I didn't know better, I would have thought he looked hurt.
I shrugged. "I don't know, you tell me. All of a sudden you feel the urge to make breakfast and smile at me in the morning, it's almost like Lucifer going back to heaven trying to convince God that he has changed and wants to sing with his fellow angels." I smiled, grabbing the orange juice and pouring myself a glass.
"Didn't know you think of me in such way." His voice had gone all low and uninterested. He gulped.
I took a piece of Bacon. "No need to look so grim now. Let's have our breakfast. I should take a picture of this, I'm pretty sure Instagram would smile to it." I said.
He shook his head lightly, like he was trying to get his mind straight. "Whatever Fay," he said. "Do you have any plans for today?"
I glanced over at his direction, raising a brow. "I have an appointment with Yvonne today."
"When is the appointment going to end?"
"2PM" I answered, wondering where the conversation was heading to.
"Hm." He replied. "Do you think Yvonne would mind if you had extra company?"
"Why? You want to send a bodyguard to protect me?" I asked with a smug look on my face.
"No. I want to come with you." He said.
Oh, I see where this is going.
I stood up slowly, dropping the Bacon. "I'm tired of this."
"What? The Bacon? You haven't started eating yet-"
"Don't bullshit me Roy! You know what I'm talking about." I was pissed now. "You were the one who said it was okay to work for Yvonne, now you wanna watch my every movement?"
"When did spending some time with my girlfriend become a crime?" He asked.
I groaned as I walked pass him, Making sure my shoulder connected with his, but I wasn't able to escape for long cause he pulled me back by my arm. "Don't walk out on me, Fay. Let me understand you, I don't get your point."
I shrugged off from his grip. "We both know you don't want to spend some time with me... You've never wanted to. This is so out of the blue. Why the hell would you want to escort me to YDI? What are your motives?"
He raked his hands through his hair. "There's no motive behind it Fay, I just want to come with you, I want to spend time with you and maybe sign a peace treaty with Yvonne. After that, we could maybe go out and spend some time together... What's so bad in that?"
He looked sincere, but then again, he was a good actor.
"Look Fay," he started. "I meant what I said last night. I want to start over again, make things right and put our relationship back on track. I promised to let you take your time in deciding. Me wanting to go out with you today, is only a simple gesture, okay... I'm not planning anything, neither do I want to watch your every movement."
"Don't you have work?" Was the only sentence I could muster.
"I do, but I'm trying out something new so... I gave myself an off day, to clear my head." He said.
"You confuse me El... These things you're doing, I don't trust them... But-- fine, If you wanna come with me... It's fine. You want to spend time with me, I'm not complaining. But I'll have you know that I won't let you hurt me. I won't continue to let you hurt me. Okay?"
"Great. I won't hurt you, so you don't have anything to worry about. Now," he spined me around, placing both hands on my shoulders and pushed me forward to the table, with his body. "... Have your breakfast cause I placed so much effort in it." He said to my ear.
"So much effort huh..."
"Yeah, it Should start affecting you three to four seconds after your first bite."
"Oh, is the process slow and painful?" I asked, playing along.
"Only one way to find out. Girlfriend."
He sat me down. When I looked up at him, he had a small smile on his face. "I'll go freshen up." He said, tucking his hands into his sweats pocket. "Enjoy your last breakfast."
When he left, my lips formed a smile and my heart began to feel his absence. This has gotten too serious.
He was getting to me... And he knew it.