Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 24: Chapter 24
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I wasn't thinking straight, that was a fact, I couldn't help but stare at him, admiring his beauty. Noticing things I didn't notice before. The idea of both of us together was beginning to grow more brighter and brighter in my head. I could only stare at him and blurt rubbish.
I knew bruichladdich was strong, but not this strong, I just had one shot. Now I can't even think straight.
We were talking, like normal people, I knew most of it was because we were both light headed. But that still didn't change the fact that he was talking to me, continuing the conversation, which was so unlike him.
There was a new feeling attached to this. A new feeling that threatened to hurt me, but something in me was trying to ingnore the fear I felt. Maybe he was being sincere. Maybe Karen was right... He might just be starting to like me.
That's what I've always wanted, right?
I fought the urge to smile at my stupid thoughts.
When did I start wanting him? When did I start caring about him, or noticing stuffs about him?
This was all too weird, fast, and odd. I wanted to lean in to him, but that feeling was still there, I still had the nagging feeling that he was just toying with me. Probably aiming for something.
It was pretty obvious that he still loved Yvonne, that was a fact, he wasn't over her, he never processed through the feeling and that was why he still held a grudge. But would I blame him? Heartbreak wasn't really something someone could look pass. It deals with the heart.
He still looked hurt talking about it.
"Why do you keep on staring at me?" He asked, his lips kicking up in one corner, shooting me a dashing smile.
I'll admit it! Fine, he had beautiful lips, and I'll also admit that I have always imagined how kissing him would feel like? Would it be slow? Soft? Passionate? Emotional? Rough? Sparky?
I scoffed mentally? Was I really expecting Sparks. I would finally go to church if I even remotely feel the butterflies in the stomach thing.
There was no spark between Elroy and I. Or at least, that was what I thought.
"Is there something on my face?" He asked, touching his face, with drowsy looking dark eyes.
"Yeah... Your lips." I muttered, causing his eyes to widen.
"Isn't that meant to be on my face?" He chuckled. "Or are you too drunk to see it? We should probably get going."
"You're too drunk to drive, I'm not ready to die so young." I muttered.
He smiled again, and this time, I tried not to get lost in it.
"Are there any vacant rooms?" Elroy asked the bartender.
"Yes sir, but I'm afraid it just one left." The bar tender informed.
"Alright... Uh... Fay you can sleep there, I'll just sleep in the car or something." He said. I could see it in his eyes, the bruichladdich whiskey worked pretty hard on him, even than me... He had two shots of it, and little sips now and then.
That drink was like slow poison. You wouldn't know when it would start killing you.
"Why can't we just share? I don't think sleeping alone is safe, and that too, outside. We sleep together almost everyday, what's the difference?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I Know... I just thought-"
"We'll take the room please." I said to the bartender, cutting Elroy off. .
Why was he feeling weird about it? We've been sharing a bedroom for a long time now, it wasn't that big of a deal, and besides, he was worried about the press finding out, it wasn't also a crime, we were just two celebrity couples having a nice time in a remote motel, whatever reason could there be?
The bartender handed the key to Elroy.
After locating our room number, we made our way inside the small but comfortable looking room, nothing compared to Elroy's room back at his house.
I placed my purse on the bedside table carelessly. My body was begging to relax, and I did all that it asked. I moaned in delight, when my body touched the not so comfortable but comfortable bed.
It didn't take long before Elroy joined me, I stared at the ceiling, thinking about things I never usually let bother me.
Earlier when Elroy asked about my Dad, I lied about not knowing him.
I knew him, but I always lied, I told the media what my mother always told me to tell them. You. Don't. Know. Him.
He just disappeared, without a hint or a sign, everything was going normal until he just left, without a reason or a note, nothing.
He was the only one protecting me from my mother's obsession of wealth at that time, he was the only one who knew what I wanted, what I really really wanted.
"You're awfully quiet." Elroy's voice broke me out of my thoughts.
I sighed. "It's nothing." I muttered.
I felt him shift in his position, so I turned to him. He had an elbow propped up, supporting himself, so he could stare right to my face, I watched as his eyes took in every detail of my face, staring patiently and attentively, as if studying something.
"It's nothing." I repeated, shifting my eyes from his.
"Is this about the question I asked earlier?" He asked. "About your Dad?"
My eyes snapped back to his. "No, it isn't." I lied. "I don't know him, and I don't wish to."
"That's what you tell everyone. Almost like you've rehearsed that line." Elroy said. "Talking about it wouldn't hurt."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Isn't there?" He urged.
I was getting tired. "What if I asked you about your parents? Why don't you talk about them? What would be your answer?"
He paused, his eyes going a bit dark for a split second. "We should drop the parents topic." He muttered. "Let's talk about something else."
"Better." I muttered back, now he was seeing reason.
But still, I wondered why it was so difficult to talk about. Damien, Rhea and Cade, talked about their parents all the time, they felt comfortable reminiscing memories.
All I knew about their death was that, they had a car accident, on their way back from a meeting or something, at least that was what the news said about it, or was there more to the story?
Was that why Elroy never attended any remembrance of them? I knew they had that remembrance party every year, so many people would attend and visit their stones, but Elroy had been missing on each and every one of them.
Maybe I was just imagining things.
He had important business to attend to. But was that even an excuse?
"You should see her sometime." Elroy voiced out, after a couple of seconds. "Your Mom."
"I'm not ready for her drama. I want things to die down for now. When she least expects my apology, I'll go to her, works everytime." I smiled, watching Elroy stare.
"I wonder what it'd feel like to kiss you right now." He said out of nowhere. eyes locked to mine.
Despite my light headed senses, I felt my heart jump against my chest, gulping down pretty hard. I had also wondered what It'd feel like.
I was hyper aware of our closeness now, almost as if my mind wasn't concentrating on that fact before, and all of a sudden, I get hit with the fact that he actually smelled great. His forearms strongly supported his weight. Something about his position made him look like a male model posing for an erotic photoshoot.
I blinked at my out of the blue thoughts.
His hair fell in light strands, over his eyes, complimenting his beautiful lashes and dark eyes, those ones that stared at me with uncertainty.
"Do you want to have to keep wondering?" I heard myself say, not fully understanding what I said.
"Do you want me to stop wondering?" He asked me.
A smile tugged at my lips as I propped myself up with my elbow, so I could face him, mirroring his position. But my action only made me move unconsciously closer to him.
My heart began it's race when his seductive whiskey breath fanned my face, I could see this kiss happening, but I wasn't going to stop myself from doing it, I'd blame the drink in the morning, that's what's making me consider this right? The Alcohol?
His hands moved to my face, brushing some rebellious hair strands from my face to the back of my ear, stroking my cheeks with his long fingers while he was at it. That action made the awaiting heat spread, not just to my cheek bones, but to my whole body.
But I had to answer his question, he was waiting for my approval, but did he need it? Couldn't he tell from my body language that I wanted him to kiss me?
My gaze fell to his lips, unconsciously leaning into him as I whispered. "Yes," I whispered, so low that I almost couldn't hear myself. "Yes, I d-"
I didn't get the chance to complete my statement before he blessed my lips, my thoughts and my senses with his lips.
I could feel the heat, no, the heat wasn't enough to call what I felt at that moment, neither was the butterfly feeling, it was something more, something much more darker, almost like we just signed off a deal, a serious deal, a serious deal which was sure to affect the both of us in future.
But something about his kisses made me forget, made me neglect that warning.
The warning my mind gave me. But his kisses- damn it- his kisses made me lean into the reassurance my heart gave me.
If following my heart made me feel this good? I wouldn't ever want to listen to my mind. Ever again.
I wasn't thinking straight, that was a fact, I couldn't help but stare at him, admiring his beauty. Noticing things I didn't notice before. The idea of both of us together was beginning to grow more brighter and brighter in my head. I could only stare at him and blurt rubbish.
I knew bruichladdich was strong, but not this strong, I just had one shot. Now I can't even think straight.
We were talking, like normal people, I knew most of it was because we were both light headed. But that still didn't change the fact that he was talking to me, continuing the conversation, which was so unlike him.
There was a new feeling attached to this. A new feeling that threatened to hurt me, but something in me was trying to ingnore the fear I felt. Maybe he was being sincere. Maybe Karen was right... He might just be starting to like me.
That's what I've always wanted, right?
I fought the urge to smile at my stupid thoughts.
When did I start wanting him? When did I start caring about him, or noticing stuffs about him?
This was all too weird, fast, and odd. I wanted to lean in to him, but that feeling was still there, I still had the nagging feeling that he was just toying with me. Probably aiming for something.
It was pretty obvious that he still loved Yvonne, that was a fact, he wasn't over her, he never processed through the feeling and that was why he still held a grudge. But would I blame him? Heartbreak wasn't really something someone could look pass. It deals with the heart.
He still looked hurt talking about it.
"Why do you keep on staring at me?" He asked, his lips kicking up in one corner, shooting me a dashing smile.
I'll admit it! Fine, he had beautiful lips, and I'll also admit that I have always imagined how kissing him would feel like? Would it be slow? Soft? Passionate? Emotional? Rough? Sparky?
I scoffed mentally? Was I really expecting Sparks. I would finally go to church if I even remotely feel the butterflies in the stomach thing.
There was no spark between Elroy and I. Or at least, that was what I thought.
"Is there something on my face?" He asked, touching his face, with drowsy looking dark eyes.
"Yeah... Your lips." I muttered, causing his eyes to widen.
"Isn't that meant to be on my face?" He chuckled. "Or are you too drunk to see it? We should probably get going."
"You're too drunk to drive, I'm not ready to die so young." I muttered.
He smiled again, and this time, I tried not to get lost in it.
"Are there any vacant rooms?" Elroy asked the bartender.
"Yes sir, but I'm afraid it just one left." The bar tender informed.
"Alright... Uh... Fay you can sleep there, I'll just sleep in the car or something." He said. I could see it in his eyes, the bruichladdich whiskey worked pretty hard on him, even than me... He had two shots of it, and little sips now and then.
That drink was like slow poison. You wouldn't know when it would start killing you.
"Why can't we just share? I don't think sleeping alone is safe, and that too, outside. We sleep together almost everyday, what's the difference?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I Know... I just thought-"
"We'll take the room please." I said to the bartender, cutting Elroy off. .
Why was he feeling weird about it? We've been sharing a bedroom for a long time now, it wasn't that big of a deal, and besides, he was worried about the press finding out, it wasn't also a crime, we were just two celebrity couples having a nice time in a remote motel, whatever reason could there be?
The bartender handed the key to Elroy.
After locating our room number, we made our way inside the small but comfortable looking room, nothing compared to Elroy's room back at his house.
I placed my purse on the bedside table carelessly. My body was begging to relax, and I did all that it asked. I moaned in delight, when my body touched the not so comfortable but comfortable bed.
It didn't take long before Elroy joined me, I stared at the ceiling, thinking about things I never usually let bother me.
Earlier when Elroy asked about my Dad, I lied about not knowing him.
I knew him, but I always lied, I told the media what my mother always told me to tell them. You. Don't. Know. Him.
He just disappeared, without a hint or a sign, everything was going normal until he just left, without a reason or a note, nothing.
He was the only one protecting me from my mother's obsession of wealth at that time, he was the only one who knew what I wanted, what I really really wanted.
"You're awfully quiet." Elroy's voice broke me out of my thoughts.
I sighed. "It's nothing." I muttered.
I felt him shift in his position, so I turned to him. He had an elbow propped up, supporting himself, so he could stare right to my face, I watched as his eyes took in every detail of my face, staring patiently and attentively, as if studying something.
"It's nothing." I repeated, shifting my eyes from his.
"Is this about the question I asked earlier?" He asked. "About your Dad?"
My eyes snapped back to his. "No, it isn't." I lied. "I don't know him, and I don't wish to."
"That's what you tell everyone. Almost like you've rehearsed that line." Elroy said. "Talking about it wouldn't hurt."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Isn't there?" He urged.
I was getting tired. "What if I asked you about your parents? Why don't you talk about them? What would be your answer?"
He paused, his eyes going a bit dark for a split second. "We should drop the parents topic." He muttered. "Let's talk about something else."
"Better." I muttered back, now he was seeing reason.
But still, I wondered why it was so difficult to talk about. Damien, Rhea and Cade, talked about their parents all the time, they felt comfortable reminiscing memories.
All I knew about their death was that, they had a car accident, on their way back from a meeting or something, at least that was what the news said about it, or was there more to the story?
Was that why Elroy never attended any remembrance of them? I knew they had that remembrance party every year, so many people would attend and visit their stones, but Elroy had been missing on each and every one of them.
Maybe I was just imagining things.
He had important business to attend to. But was that even an excuse?
"You should see her sometime." Elroy voiced out, after a couple of seconds. "Your Mom."
"I'm not ready for her drama. I want things to die down for now. When she least expects my apology, I'll go to her, works everytime." I smiled, watching Elroy stare.
"I wonder what it'd feel like to kiss you right now." He said out of nowhere. eyes locked to mine.
Despite my light headed senses, I felt my heart jump against my chest, gulping down pretty hard. I had also wondered what It'd feel like.
I was hyper aware of our closeness now, almost as if my mind wasn't concentrating on that fact before, and all of a sudden, I get hit with the fact that he actually smelled great. His forearms strongly supported his weight. Something about his position made him look like a male model posing for an erotic photoshoot.
I blinked at my out of the blue thoughts.
His hair fell in light strands, over his eyes, complimenting his beautiful lashes and dark eyes, those ones that stared at me with uncertainty.
"Do you want to have to keep wondering?" I heard myself say, not fully understanding what I said.
"Do you want me to stop wondering?" He asked me.
A smile tugged at my lips as I propped myself up with my elbow, so I could face him, mirroring his position. But my action only made me move unconsciously closer to him.
My heart began it's race when his seductive whiskey breath fanned my face, I could see this kiss happening, but I wasn't going to stop myself from doing it, I'd blame the drink in the morning, that's what's making me consider this right? The Alcohol?
His hands moved to my face, brushing some rebellious hair strands from my face to the back of my ear, stroking my cheeks with his long fingers while he was at it. That action made the awaiting heat spread, not just to my cheek bones, but to my whole body.
But I had to answer his question, he was waiting for my approval, but did he need it? Couldn't he tell from my body language that I wanted him to kiss me?
My gaze fell to his lips, unconsciously leaning into him as I whispered. "Yes," I whispered, so low that I almost couldn't hear myself. "Yes, I d-"
I didn't get the chance to complete my statement before he blessed my lips, my thoughts and my senses with his lips.
I could feel the heat, no, the heat wasn't enough to call what I felt at that moment, neither was the butterfly feeling, it was something more, something much more darker, almost like we just signed off a deal, a serious deal, a serious deal which was sure to affect the both of us in future.
But something about his kisses made me forget, made me neglect that warning.
The warning my mind gave me. But his kisses- damn it- his kisses made me lean into the reassurance my heart gave me.
If following my heart made me feel this good? I wouldn't ever want to listen to my mind. Ever again.
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