Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

FAY
I shut the door beside me, hoping the thumping of my heart wasn't loud enough for him to hear.
"Hey." I managed.
"Hm. The chef made dinner already, we'll drive home to eat, is that okay with you?" He asked.
I looked up at him. He wasn't smiling, neither was he frowning, he just wore that look, the one that made it difficult for anyone to read his goddam mind. Melissa's words flew back to my mind, reminding me that he wasn't always like this. Don't fear him, he's okay.
"Yeah it is." I said with a small smile.
"Okay." He said, looking away before starting the engine and driving off.
Half way into the drive, we didn't speak to each other, the ride was totally awkward for me, but I bet it wasn't for him. He just focused on the road, clenching his jaw from time to time, reminding me that he wasn't in a mood to talk, or smile or even ask how my day was.
Did he hear everything? Did he even see me and Lucas?
Yes he did! How else would he have known that the both of you were together.
Why didn't he come in? Why didn't he make his presence known?
Hold on... It's not like I said anything bad about him... Or did I? I didn't.
I didn't do anything with Lucas to make me look like a cheating girlfriend, did I?
Damn it, how the hell do I know what he's thinking.
Just ask him. My mind screamed.
Then we'd fight, I knew better than to talk to him when he had this look on... But then again, it wasn't healthy for me to leave things like this, or even fear to confront him.
Damn it, I just don't want to fight with him...
I felt like I knew him better now, considering all that Melissa told me, it was enough to put a name to his behavior... He wasn't born this way... Life made him this way.
Just talk to him Fay, what's the worse that could happen? He'd just ignore me, or worse, yell...
Talk to him, damn it... He's your boyfriend, why would he yell at you? He'd just ignore you, that's all.
Damn it, I might get hurt if he ignores me... I don't want him to ignore me... I should probably keep quiet... Argh! What are you doing Fay?
"How was your visit to Grandma's?" His voice broke me out of my inner battle.
"Oh... It was- it was uh... Okay. She's okay." I answered.
"Hm. Why did she want to see you?"
I gulped, then shrugged. "Just to check up on me."
"Hm." Was all he said after that.
I wasn't going to tell him what she told me... It'd definitely start up an argument... That was the last thing I wanted.
"Why didn't you inform me that you were at Sparks?" He asked.
My eyes widened. "Well I- I thought you were busy, so I didn't want to disturb."
"You didn't think it was important for me to know you had an appointment with Lucas?" He asked.
"El-"
"I know I'm not the best boyfriend, but- I'm trying to be, and I know it scares you to be with me and I'm glad you're giving me the benefit of the doubt- I don't know why but- I just feel like I don't deserve you... I don't want to hurt you, Fay. But no matter what I do, I end up doing just that."
I blinked, wanting to be sure if these words were coming from him.
"I see the way Lucas looks at you... He cares about you, more than I do, more than I could ever care about you." He said.
"I don't believe that." I said, quietly.
He glanced at me for a second, before turning back to the road.
The whole ride home was quiet. I didn't have the urge to speak anymore. But I wanted more to be said. More to be done...
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He had changed and freshened up by the time I came out of the walk in wardrobe, he was seated on the expensive two seater couch just a few feet from the mini bar.
"What's for dinner tonight?" I asked him, letting my wet hair fall down my back and my side as I folded the towel.
He looked up from his phone, staring at me from head to toe, them back to head, before focusing on his phone again. Totally ignoring me.
Wow.
Just when I thought-
"I don't know... I'm not the chef." He muttered, surprisingly.
He was wearing black sweat pants and an Ash grey t-shirt.
I rolled my eyes. "A less rude reply would have sufficed."
"Whatever." He muttered. Picking up his red wine. "Whenever you're ready to go downstairs, let me know." He sipped his wine, dropping the glass back down on the side table, before concentrating on his phone again.
A stupid thought came to my head, propelling my legs forward to his direction. Before I could even comprehend my thoughts any further, I picked up his wine glass, bringing it to my lips.
He looked up at me. "What the-"
"Hm... I love this flavor." I said, cutting him off. "You know, I have a lipstick with the same strawberry flavor." I smiled, watching his eyes widen as I straddled him.
What the hell are you doing, Fay?
"What the hell are you doing, Fay?" His words mirrored my thoughts.
Damn it! He smelled so good!!! I honestly felt like sniffing him, but that would just be weird. "You smell so good."
He raised a brow. "Thanks. Now get off of me." He said, indignantly.
"Why? Don't you like this position?" I asked with a smile, ignoring the fact that he had the look of both anger and confusion on his face.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Fay? I'm dead serious, get off... I'm not even joking with you right now." He said, dropping his phone on the table.
"I know you aren't. Do you know how cute you get whenever you're angry? I'd kill to see you like this, anytime." I muttered, tracing his jaw line.
"What?" He asked, looking way more confused than the god of confusion.
Up close, his eyes were so beautiful... His lashes were the perfect length, not too short, not too long, his lips were the perfect shade of pink and there was no denying that the tip of his ears had gone red.
"Cute?" He asked.
I nodded. "Huh uh..."
"Fay, are you okay?" He asked slowly.
"Of course."
"Great, we should go downstairs."
"I'm not ready." I muttered.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I still want some alone time with you." I smiled, about to caress his cheek with my knuckles, but he was quick to catch my hand.
"Some alone ti- What is wrong with you?" He asked for the thousandth time.
I shrugged.
"Nothing." I said. "I just feel comfortable straddling you, or... Do you feel irritated by it?"
"No, I don't- it's just that-"
"Kiss me."
"What?"
"I know you're not deaf." I said.
"Fay."
"Do I need to beg you?"
He gawked.
"Fine, please El-"
"Stop it-"
"Please, please-" Now it sounded like a moan of pleasure.
His eyes widened. "Stop it Fay!" He whisper yelled.
Was I being too loud? Oh well.
"Please baby! Please Elroy-"
"What the hell, Fay!" He tried to cover my mouth, but I didn't allow him.
"Damn El, please!"
"Are you crazy?!"
"No," I whispered. "I'm having way too much fun with this, your expression... Priceless."
"What are-"
"Please baby! I want it, Please!"
"Jesus Fay!"
"Oh- oh God El... Please!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"Just once baby! Please-"
"Okay, that's it." He said, pulling me off of him. I honestly thought he was going to through me down forcefully, but when he dropped me on the other side of the couch, he moved too, making sure my head was on the arm of the couch before pinning me down under him.
I swear, I couldn't move. What the hell did he do?
He was on top of me, a hint of a smile on his face, his damp hair fell cutely on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes, making me notice the mischief in his eyes.
"You didn't tell me you wanted to scream? I could have helped you out with that, all you just had to do was ask."