Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

ELROY
I was going to regret this.
Why would I even suggest going with her? I mean... Out of all places, my ex girlfriend's company! What would the press say about it? It wasn't even about the fact that she was my ex girlfriend, cause no one knew that. it was the fact that YD was my rival.
God, the things guilty conscience makes me do.
But I had to do it... This was the phase one of starting over right? Go on dates and smile at everything she says... No matter how ridiculous it sounds... But if this would make everyone happy, it was worth trying out... The phase one was completed this morning... According to what Google told me.
1. Making her breakfast is the fastest means to warm your way into her heart.
So, that's why I did that this morning, but I guess that attempt failed because she thought I wanted to Poison her... Was I that heartless?
The second phase would be going out on dates.
I hope I wouldn't mess up though.
I stole a quick glance at Fay, she was typing away on her phone, there was a soft smile on her face, almost as if she was texting someone and that someone was making her smile.
I ignored it, and focused back on the road.
My fingers drummed lightly on the staring wheel, my eyes were pinned on the cars in front of me and my heart was beating in an unsteady rhythm.
It wasn't the first time, I was still trying to get comfortable with driving. My trauma was only just subsiding and despite the warnings from my ex therapist, I still went ahead to begin driving.
I didn't want anyone beginning to question why I don't drive myself anywhere. I wanted to get over the trauma of that night, I wanted to forget it, but being inside a car or even driving one, tends to place that continuous fear in my heart.
Fay let out a soft chuckle, making me still another glance at her direction. Her smile had gone wider, if she didn't look beautiful then, I wonder what I'd call it... She had that genuine smile that brought out the rarely seen dimples on her cheek. There was just something about her chuckle that made me want to smile. It was cute and hard to resist, almost contagious.
It was doing something to my system, and I wasn't actually comfortable with it...
Whoever she might be texting must be someone close, maybe a friend-
I got distracted from my thoughts when a loud tire screech sound met my ears, subconsciously, I pressed the brake of my car pretty hard, causing Fay and I to jerk forward.
Shit... I didn't see the red light.
"What the hell?" Fay exclaimed. "Didn't you see the red light?"
The incoming car had stopped.
I had a short mental shock as my heart went on over drive.
"You could have gotten us killed... What the hell were you thinking?" She asked, the horror was apparent in her voice.
"I'm sorry, I got distracted." I heard myself say, I was trying pretty hard to stop myself from reliving that moment again.
"What do you mean you got distracted? You were freaking driving, you should have seen the red light-"
"Fay please just-"
"This was a mistake, I shouldn't have let you come with me. Since you didn't succeed murdering me with breakfast, you want to do it through a car accident."
"What the hell are you even talking about?" I asked, indignantly as I reversed the car, thanking God no one was hurt. I only received the middle finger from the car ahead.
She sighed in frustration, looking away from me.
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to picture the exact reason why she was mad at me... If anything, I should be the one mad at her, if she hadn't been smiling and giving that cute chuckle every second, I wouldn't have lost focus.
But why the hell did it affect me in the first place? I don't like her, so why the hell did the sound of her chuckle snap my attention to her?
"I'd never understand you if you don't talk to me." I managed let out.
"There's nothing I can say to make you understand me, Roy... Nothing. You have your mind set up on something, and that's the only reason why you're out here with me today."
"How can you say that with such clarity? Why do you think that there's some sort of inner motives. Seriously, Fay, this is getting old. Why don't you just give in already?"
She turned to face me. "Isn't it obvious? I don't trust you. Not even the tiniest bit! I don't want to get hurt by you. All I'm trying to do is protect myself.".
"From me?" I asked.
"Obviously." She answered.
And just then, the light turned green. I decided to end the conversation. There was no point continuing it, we would only argue till we both got everything out and that was exactly what I aimed to avoid.
_
I couldn't deny the look I got from the staff of YD, as Fay and I made our way into the organization. People started whispering things and stealing glances, as if they were unable to believe that the Elroy Chesterfield was actually in the four walls of their small but comfortable organization.
I had to hand it to Yvonne, she did good with the interior design of her company, it looked really nice and eye catching, you'd want to see everything at the same time, but I was wise enough to not make it seem like I liked my surroundings.
This was likely to become the headlines of tomorrow's magazine, or probably this evening's news.
I spotted Yvonne, leaning on a table, examining a material, her dark skin was highlighted by her soft silky yellow shirt and black slacks, her brown hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail, pulling out her high cheek bones and full pouted lips.
"It's obvious you're still into her."
I snapped out of the short Yvonne trance, to find Fay staring at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You had that look." She said, not looking pissed but amused.
"What look?" I scoffed.
"That far off look guys give. You know... Whatever... I never thought you were capable of that look..." She smiled, making her way to Yvonne.
I swallowed, following her with slow steps.
Yvonne looked up at Fay, her lips formed into a wide smile when she saw Fay approaching. But when her eyes met mine, her smile faded, replaced with worry.
"Hi Yvonne!" Fay said, hugging her, she still had her eyes on me.
"Hey, you're early." She smiled at Fay.
"Yeah, Elroy and I have a date after so I thought we could talk about the merge earlier than the time scheduled, hope that's no problem?"
"Not at all." Her eyes met mine. "Hey El." She acknowledged me.
"Hey." Was all I could bring myself to say.
"Come on, Fay." Yvonne said, pulling Fay with her.
Well, if that wasn't awkward.
_
"What would you have?" The bar tender asked Fay.
The motel wasn't really a well known one, so no paparazzi's were around to harass us. Fay looked comfortable at least. I knew she was eager to know how I found this place, but where do I start explaining from?
I'd been coming here for a long time now, just to have some peace and sanity, a time away from my choked up existence.
"Bruichladdich." Fay answered, causing the bar tender and I to snap our attention towards her.
"What?" I asked, shocked at her response.
She raised a brow. "What? You don't know the whiskey? It's really nice." She said.
"That has like 92% of alcohol." The bartender informed her.
She only shrugged.
"No way in hell am I going to allow you have that much alcohol, Fay."
She gave me a grim look. "Then don't let me have it alone."
"I'm driving us home, I can't get drunk." I said, staring at her in disbelief.
"Just a little sip wouldn't hurt, El." The way she said my name was almost like she was referencing it to the way Yvonne called me earlier.
"What was that?" I asked her.
"What was what?" She asked before turning to the bar tender. "Bruichladdich please." She said to him.
"On it." The bar tender said, getting to work.
"Why did you say my name like that?" I asked her.
"What? You didn't have a problem with it when Yvonne said it like that, did you?"
I gave a soft chuckle. "Are you jealous?"
She raised a brow. "Why would I be? It's obvious you still have feelings for her." She said.
"How does that affect you?"
"It doesn't." She said.
"So why are you making a big deal out of it?"
The bartender dropped two shots on the table and a bottle of bruichladdich whiskey. "Enjoy." He muttered.
"I'm not." She said, pouring herself a glass.
"I won't allow you to have that... It's got 92 freaking percent of alcohol, you can't handle it."
She chuckled. "I think I can." She lifted the shot glass and took a sip. "The question is, can you?"
I was taken aback by that. "Is that a challenge?"
She smirked, pushing the bottle towards me.
"You think?"