Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

FAY
"Elroy? Can I wear one of your white shirts?" I yelled from our wardrobe, the next morning, trying to lay rest to my bed hair with my fingers, as my other hand surfed through Elroy's wardrobe for a white shirt.
Turns out my seduction scheme didn't work, but that wasn't enough to stop me from trying.
"Why would you want to wear my shirt?" He asked from our bedroom. I wasn't with him but I knew there was a frown on his face.
I selected a white long sleeved shirt and put it on immediately, hooking up all the buttons.
It was big enough and it reached my upper thigh.
I smirked, walking out of the wardrobe to the room. He was still on the bed, with his black sweatpants and white body hug sleeping shirt, scrolling away on his phone.
"So?" I said, calling his attention.
He looked up, doing a double take on me, then he frowned, more like glared. "What don't you understand about not touching my things?! It was the first rule I gave you before you moved in. Take it off!"
I grinned. "My pleasure." I murmured as my hands moved to undo the first button.
"No no no." He rushed out. "Don't take it off? What is the matter with you?" He said, tiredly like he was tired of me. "Why are you intent on ruining my mood this morning?" He asked.
"Relax, it's not like I'm comfortable wearing your cloths or something... We're about to take the hashtag, we just woke up selfie." I said with air quotes.
He sighed. "No one needs to see anything."
"You seem to have forgotten that our relationship is like an inspiration to young youths out there? This is Miami Elroy, we have to keep this thing alive... To the public anyway, since you aren't interested to make it work personally." I said, walking over to the bed and grabbed my phone from the bar table.
Elroy ignored my statement and went back to scrolling and typing away on his phone.
I rolled my eyes, plopped down on the bed and shifted really close to him.
He groaned, turning to give me a death glare. "Why the hell are you moving close to me?"
"I just want to take a morning selfie. It would just take seconds okay?" I said, setting up the camera to my phone.
My arms brushed his strong ones and instantly, I felt the overly present heat between our bodies. Daring myself further, I moved even closer to him until my breast were brushing his side.
He turned slowly to me, our faces inches apart, my eyes flew to his lips and immediately back to his hard angry eyes.
"Is this necessary? You're invading my personal space." His breath fanned my face, he smelled of red wine and spicy red fregrance Cologne. There was actually an already opened red wine on his bed side table, which indicated his strawberry alcoholic wine breath. My man sure loves his wine.
My man.
"It's just for the selfie." I rushed out, as my other hand ruffled his hair.
"What the hell, stop touching me." He complained, forcefully removing my hands from his hair.
I chuckled. Elroy with rough bed hair and a angry face looked really adorable. I took a quick picture of him.
"Delete that." He stated.
I faked an eye roll. "I took it by mistake. Deleted." I said, pretending to press something on the screen if my phone.
"Can we get this over with?" He asked, irritated.
"Hmm... It'd be nice if you take off your shirt." I suggested.
"Okay, I'm done." He said, attempting to stand up.
"Okay okay okay, sorry... We'll make do with your shirt on." I said in a rush.
I smiled, pushing myself closer to him so it'd look like we were one happy cuddly couples and.... Click.
"Hmm, it's perfe-" I wasn't able to complete my sentence cause he pushed me away from him with a little force that I almost fell off the bed. "Seriously?" I asked, annoyed.
He turned to me, his hands raking though his hair in attempts to make it less cute, then without another word he got off the bed, ignoring me as always.
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The shutter sounds of different cameras taking photos of me as I struck different poses; almost as if I was dancing or something. There was music in the background though, the kind to make me stay in character after character.
It was a bikini shoot from the most recent brand of bikini from Sparks, I wasn't supposed to do this shoot but Lexi, the original model for this shoot, had important issues to attend to, so I was called to do it which also resulted to me eating nothing since it was a bikini shoot.
I was exhausted cause we had been in this since morning and now it was almost five, my hunger was beginning to get unbearable but I was still able to put a smile on my face for the camera, as always.
"Okay guys, let's call it a wrap." Lucas' thick British accent echoed around the white room as everyone began to pack up their equipments.
I let out a breath of relief as I walked back to the changing room. The make up artist offered me a long towel to cover myself.
"Thanks." I muttered, sliding my two arms into the warm towel.
I closed my eyes embracing the warmth only to open them again to see Lucas through the mirror standing outside the door, staring at me.
I turned immediately. "Lucas, why are you standing there? Come in." I said.
Lucas was the head photographer for Sparks. He and I were kind of having a flirting thing going on before I was set up with Elroy, although it was a long time ago but, I knew he still had feelings for me.
He was a tall, blonde, handsome, ocean eyed beauty, mixed with a British accent.
Sometimes I still asked myself why I didn't reciprocate his feelings for me... I mean, he was everything anyone would want for a boyfriend. But I only cared about him as a friend, nothing more, nothing less.
He walked in. "Sorry, didn't mean to look like a stalker." He apologized.
I laughed softly. "No, it's fine... You can stalk me. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be the last on the line for my stalkers." I joked.
He smiled, showcasing his infamous dimples. "Nice one." He said, biting his lower lip in thought.
"What is it?" I asked. "You have that Lucas look." I said, drawing up a wiper to wipe off the makeup from my face.
"What Lucas look?" He asked.
"You know, that one that says... 'I want to talk about something but I don't know if I should.'"
He laughed cutely. "Come on, I don't have such look... But... You're right." He said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I heard that your moms are in Miami." He said.
"Yeah... I saw their posts. What about it?" I asked, hoping my voice wasn't a dead giveaway that I wasn't happy with the news.
"I know that they can be hard on you sometimes, I just- I just wanted to know if you were okay." He said, looking really concerned about me.
"Lucas, I really appreciate that you care, but I'm fine. Really."
"Are you?"
"I-" I sighed, leaning on the makeup table. "Honestly, I'm not. I'm scared they're going to ask me to end my contract with Yvonne Deere's industry."
"Why would they want that?"
"Elroy." I stated.
Realization dawned on his facial features.
"He's still treating you bad? I thought you guys were okay?"
"We are, we are... We- totally are- it's just that he's throwing tantrums about me working for a competing brand. But he doesn't understand that it doesn't matter who I work for."
"Is that it? Or is he just trying to hurt you by doing this?"
"No Lucas- you know how the boss can be... He just doesn't like the idea of it all."
"So you're going to quit? Just because they want you to?" Lucas asked.
I only shrugged.
He took step closer as his hands moved to my arms, holding me in a comforting way. "Listen Fay, you need to stop letting people tell you what to do...  You need to stand up and have a word, your own word. You can't just let them dictate your life for you. You're the most strong, beautiful and courageous woman I know. Don't let anyone tell you what to do, do what you want to do. Your opinion matters." He said.
"How? They'll never listen to me... They all think they know what is best for me... And if I try to get a word out, they'd shun me even before I start speaking. That's my life Lucas, I don't have control over it."
"Then take control. It's your life, not theirs. I hate seeing you like this Fay. You don't know how much it breaks my heart to see you fake your smiles to the world. It hurts me to see you act like everything's okay when it's not. I can help you only if you let me to... But I know you won't. So that's why I'm begging you to help yourself by standing up for what you want, cause that's all that matters."
I was about to speak but I was cut off by a dramatic sound of someone clearing his throat. I looked up to see Elroy in all his glory, standing at the entrance with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Lucas's hands reluctantly dropped from my arm. "Think about what I said." He said before leaving my side to the entrance where Elroy stood with a brow raised up at him in question.
Lucas only gave a curt nod to him before exiting the room.
The both of them were of the same height. Lucas had the bright charms but Elroy had the dark charms, his presence alone was enough to make my heart change its rhythm.
He slowly walked into the room before speaking.
"Well... Well... Well..."