Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 58: Chapter 58

FAY
Slamming the door gently behind me, I looked up at the 'oh so normal building' in front of me. I took off my sunshades, using my hands to shield my eyes from the sun as I looked down the friendly neighborhood.
Why would Elroy bring me here? And how does he even know this place? It looked so normal, almost like everyone in the neighborhood knew each other.
"Why are we here?" I asked, looking back at Elroy who was busy bringing our box out of the boot. "This place looks so..." I trailed off, looking up at the building again.
The sound of the boot shutting close, wasn't enough to grab my attention.
"I think normal is the word you're looking for." He whispered to my ear as he came to stand beside me.
"Who owns this place?" I found myself asking.
"I do." He said.
I looked over at his grinning face. "When?"
"Can we go in first?" He asked, ushering me forward.
The house was beautiful on the inside, there was no doubt in that.
The wall paper was dark, warm and inviting, the wooden furnitures had an homely glow to them, they were so beautiful.
"You like?" He asked.
"I love." I breath out. "It's amazing! How did you even?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Why don't we freshen up?"
With a big smile on my face, and a lingering question in my mind, I pulled him in for a hug. "This place is truly amazing... It feels so homely... I could just live here forever."
"Me too... Here there's no risk of paparazzi's eating you up when you come out of a building unprepared. Everyone here's just so down to earth... Especially my neighbor... Mr. Dorothy."
"Mr. Dorothy?" I asked with furrowed browns.
"Yup... Normal name for normal people." He smiled, placing a peck on my lips. "Let's go shower and then I'll make us a proper dinner yeah?"
"Shower? Together?"
He smirked. "Were you planning on showering alone? Cause err... I wasn't."
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Today was perfect, Elroy had brought me to this normal but gorgeous looking house, he laughed and talked about silly things and all I did was stare at him.
This was a different side to him, a side where he was so comfortable with me and honestly, this all feels like a dream to me.
I couldn't believe that I was actually okay with Elroy, I couldn't believe over the past week, we had gotten so close to the extent that the thought of ending things tore me apart.
I was so glad things turned out okay. I was so happy that I had the chance to experience what it actually was to be in a relationship with Elroy Chesterfield. He was sweet to me, he was patient, he was so loving and caring.
I just couldn't get enough.
When he told me he loved me, I had decided then and there to just forget whatever Yvonne had said to me... I wanted to just trust him and take back everything I said at his office.
I saw it in his eyes, he wasn't lying to me, he really did love me and was ready to fight for me.
Why did it take so long for us to actually realize how we both felt for each other? I mean... There was no doubt about my feelings for him and honestly, even before we decided to go at this for real, the thought of leaving him wasn't so appealing.
Despite the way he treated me at the earlier phase of our relationship, I still had that hope that someday, things would change and we would be happy for real.
Nobody knew about this little trip, and with the merge program coming up tomorrow, it was a tight schedule for the both of us... We had to set up some things and prepare.
I tried to convince El to postpone the trip but he didn't listen. He just didn't care. He wanted to spend some alone time with me and it was seriously awesome.
He gave me his attention, made dinner, made sure I was satisfied with the outcome of the dinner and the food.
So now, we were facing the fireplace in the dark lit room, his back was resting against the arm of the soft and comfortable arm chair, he wore a beautiful dark blue sweater with shorts and his hair was super wavy and unkempt.
My head was currently resting on his chest as I absently played with a rope from his sweater.
His fingers stroked my hair in a gentle caress
We were both enjoying the warmth of the fire and the warmth our bodies p gave.
The smell of burning wood and hot cocoa was in the air, adding to the warmth of the house.
"You never got around to telling me." I said into the comfortable silence.
"What?" He asked his voice more louder due to my head being on his chest. I felt the steady beating of his heart, it was so calm and relaxed and I was scared to say something to make it start thumping abnormally.
"This place? Why did you get it?" I asked.
His fingers continued to play with my hair as he spoke. "I come here, sometimes," he sighed. "...most times, during my parents memorial."
"Oh." Was all I could say.
So he never had any business meetings?
"I just don't know... I feel like I don't have the right to stand before them... Or to be part of their memorials, so I always make up business meetings and stuff, but this place is actually where I always come to."
I furrowed my brows.
Why the hell would he feel this way?
"I don't get it," I paused before continuing. "...why would you feel like this? They're your parents. If anything they'd feel at rest if you go see them... Why would you feel like you don't deserve to attend any of their memorials?"
His stroking stopped. "Cause it's simple." He said.
"What's simple?"
"Everything... I'm the reason why there's a memorial in the first place, I'm the reason for everything that happened to them. It was all my fault. I should have just ignored Cade that night, if I had done that... None of this would have happened."
I got up from his body, straddling him so I could face him.
Holding his face in my hand, I looked into his eyes. It was clear that he blamed himself for this... It was so obvious that he had spent the rest of his life, after that day, blaming himself.
"Stop it." I said. "Do not even- even think of pinning what happened on yourself."
"But its-"
"Shut up." I snapped. "Who made you think this?"
"No one. I think it, cause it's the truth... If it wasn't for me-"
"No one can predict the future El, you didn't know it would happen... They didn't know it would happen... You can't blame yourself for anything, it is not your fault. I learnt that things happen for a reason, you are not the reason why they died... Okay? No one knew it was gonna happen. No one."
"But it did happen." He said, his voice still calm, his eyes still calm... Almost as if he had come to accept everything, he had been looking for who to blame but he couldn't see no one else but himself.
This wasn't healthy.
"You can't think this." I said. "It's not true. You're not responsible for anything that happened that night... None of it was your fault, and you need to stop punishing yourself for it, you need to stop punishing your parents by starving them with your absence every time."
He sighed, then nodded.
"I'm being serious." I said, hoping I had gotten through to him, but it didn't seem like it.
"I know... I've heard you." He said.
"No you haven't, you just want me to stop talking."
He chuckled. "I don't wanna talk about it, princess... I didn't come here for that... I told you because I don't want to hide anything from you... Ever again." He said, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"So when do you wanna talk about it?"
He groaned, his head falling back. "Fay... Come on." He drawled out, raising his head again. "Don't ruin this. Please." He whined. "You know I don't really like going deep into this issue... Remember the last time I asked about your Dad? You didn't want to talk about it, that's exactly how I'm feeling right now."
"There was actually nothing to say a about him, El." I said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I told you that he left."
"That's what you tell everyone."
I shrugged. "That's the truth."
He gave me a look.
I sighed. "I loved my Dad, okay? He was my favorite person. He protected me from my Mom when he was still around because my mom was so obsessed about my face and she did everything in her power to pull me from what I really did like doing. My Dad knew that I didn't like the world of spotlights and cameras and everything I do now... He knew that I loved to draw, that I loved painting, and anything that had to do with art. He supported me and I loved him for that. But the moment he left without so much of a good bye, my life changed. And here I am. I don't even know where he is right now." I said, bringing my eyes to his. "See? There? I talked about it... Am I dead yet?"
He smiled. "You went through a lot." He said. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you... Now, can you talk about how you feel?"
"No... I wish I can, Fay... Honestly, I want to tell you, but- it would ruin my mood and that's the last thing I want. Please try to understand." He said.
"Okay, fine. I was just worried about you. No one should ever feel responsible for something like that- something that isn't even true and if-"
"Can you stop?" He asked, his face going serious now.
I raised a brow at him, poking his chest. "That face doesn't scare me anymore."
His lips broke into a smile. "You're freaking stubborn. You'll make me throw you out the window."
"Then I'd probably hit my head on a stone and die, so when I die, you'll start blaming yourself for it."
He gave a weak smile. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?"
"No, you're not... But I'm gonna stop for now, just because I don't want this day to be over just yet." I said, placing by lips on his.
There was always this jumpy feeling I got whenever our lips touched, it made my stomach get all excited, it made my heart go all ballistic... It just made my whole body come alive.
I relaxed into the kiss, feeling his hand cup my cheek.
I pressed my body against his, intoxicated by the warmth his body produced, addicted with the fervor that came with his kisses.
My fingers tangled with his messy but hot hair, as I grind my hips against him.
He groaned, holding my waist and in a swift moment, he flipped us over, so now my head was resting on the other side of the arm chair, my legs were wrapped around his waist and his lips were buried to my neck.
I moaned when his lips touched the sensitive spot below my ear cause it sent shivers down my spine to my middle.
I was so hot for him and it was turning my senses into mush.
His hands moved to raise my shirt, but then he stopped, due to the sudden blaring of his phone.
I groaned. "Don't answer it."
"It could be work."
I gave him a look of disbelief. "So?" I asked.
"The merge program is tomorrow, it might be Carter, maybe he just wants to ask some-"
"You promised." I stated, cutting him off.
He smiled, placing his lips on mine again.
And thankfully, the ringing stopped.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to my body, filling my senses with him, allowing my mind to just escape into him.
His phone started ringing again.
He broke the kiss, and groaned. "I gotta get it." He said.
"No... Just turn it off."
"It's work, Fay... I'll just answer it and tend to whatever they need, then they'd stop calling."
"If you answer it, you won't stop talking."
"That won't happen, I promise." He said, placing a peck on my lips before lifting himself off of me.
He grabbed his phone from the table, answered it, then pressed it to his ear. "Yes, Carter?" He said, turning to smile apologetically at me, before walking towards the kitchen area. "... Mr. Chang is the one to take..." His voice faded off as he went farther away.
I sighed, but then a smile pulled at my lips.
It wasn't as if I didn't know this would happen. I knew.
He was a CEO after all... The merge program was only tomorrow and it's like a big deal for him, so... I didn't expect to have him to myself all day and all night.
But him being here with me, instead of Sparks was something.
Usually, he would remain in Sparks till the Merge program... But now, he decided to spend this time with me.
He was here, and actually, that's all that matters.