I scoffed as I shook my head in protest, but she didn’t mind me anyway. She just turned back and was about to walk out on me when a group of people came storming in the lot.
By now, every reporter and paparazzi in about 5mile radius wants to get the juicy story of why Ms Heather Winfrey was retiring as CEO at such an early age.
And looking at how she dressed for this her unfortunate date, I could tell she wasn’t ready to let the public know her reasons- yet.
She still wasn’t over the whole CEO fight with her brother, that was why she doesn’t want to make an appearance at the company or have a press conference.
She used to be so bold, strong and confident, but these days I don’t see those precious qualities. As of right now, 2 things were certain.
First, she wouldn’t be able to evade these reporters without my help, and secondly, I don’t want her to face these alone either, so I had to butt in.
“I can help you escape them, you know?” I stated, not trying to sound conceited but it still turned out that way.
“Yea? And what would I have to give in return for such kindness?” She asked sarcastically, while unknowingly hiding behind a BMW 7series.
“Dinner… right now? But if we must leave before they get here, we have to leave now” I ordered hastily, and she complied but only because she was under pressure.
It didn’t matter to me though, I was just glad that finally I’m able to get her to sit less than 3meters from me.
We got out of the parking lot unnoticed and soon we were on the road. Even though it was for few minutes but those emotions I felt back there really did a number on me, and now I was super hungry.
I wondered if she was too, so I searched the GPS for the closest fancy restaurant were would be befitting for Heather.
I don’t enjoy eating out, so I make my own food whenever I’m free, while other times the helper does the cooking. But I guess there’s a first time for everything right?
Heather enjoys eating at super fancy and expensive restaurants so why not indulge her this time.
I may be miserable with words, but when it comes to treating a lady to a good meal, I’m confident I could get at least a pass mark.
I was hoping for the ride to be quiet with not much conversation, because well, I’m miserable with words.
But she had to get somethings off her system, as I could see so obviously that she wasn’t comfortable with me in the car.
“Heather, you can relax. I don’t bite” I stated.
But instead of doing what I asked, she just gave me a rather suspicious look.
“Don’t you? Then, what do you want?” She asked bluntly.
Ouch… that hurts real bad. She can be sweet and cute to even cry in-front of that kid, but towards me she’s an alpha female?
Fine, as long as it’s her, I’ll concede every single time.
“I thought I told you. I just want to have dinner with you, that’s all.” I replied casually.
“You’ve said that already but why? Why do you want to have dinner with me?” She asked eagerly.
“Because I’m hungry…” I shrugged in response, but she pressed on.
“C’mon… you just witnessed me in my most vulnerable state and you’re trying to say that you’re not about to use it against me? Why aren’t you even asking what happened?” she asked, degrading me intensely.
I was hurt by her words, was that really what she thought of me? Someone who would use her vulnerability against her?
“You have problem trusting people don’t you?” I asked abashed of how low she thought of me.
Why would I want to use her weakness against her? Just what type of a monster does she think I am?
“I’m a Winfrey. That’s not just a name but a title that comes with many benefits, but Trust isn’t one of them.” She replied honestly.
Wow, and to think that she had learned just how fragile trust can be at a very early age from her family, is just a sad. No wonder she finds it difficult to get attached to people.
“Well, you can relax. I’m not the terrible monster you think I am. I will never use your sincerity and innocence against you. I have a little sister and if anyone would do such a heartless thing to her, I’ll kill them.” I confessed sternly.
“How much of that did you hear back there?” She inquired.
“Not much… I just saw him walking away and your voice sounded familiar and so did your silhouette, so I came closer and found you.” I lied.
I could tell she was feeling embarrassed enough, I didn’t want to add to it.
“I got dumped today… and I cried shamelessly like a child. I’ve got so much free time now that I’ve become jobless and the first thing I had to do was… that” she tried to explain nervously.
“It’s a good thing you cried.” I replied casually.
“What?”
“That way your soul feels lighter and your mind clearer. Crying is also the best remedy for a breakup, it shows you have a pure heart.” I explained clearly discarding every misconception.
It seemed like that was the perfect thing to say at the moment because she soon became comfortable for the rest of the ride.
We got to the restaurant and I ordered what I wanted to have because I was completely famished, but Heather didn’t feel like eating anything.
She just sat there and stared at her phone, but occasionally I could sense her stealing glances at me as I ate my meal.
God, how can anyone be so hot and cute at the same time?
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” I asked with raised brow, after I caught her staring at me dreamingly.
“Oh, I’m hungry alright… but for something else, not food” she flirting teasingly.
“I’m not gonna be your rebound, Heather.” I clarified, before returning to my food.
I may not have dated before, but I know how breakup works. The next thing after a breakup is to find a rebound, who most times could be anybody that shows a little bit of sympathy towards the broken hearted.
I’m not gonna be that guy, unless I’ll have a chance to be much more than that for a very very long time.
“Then, why the hell did you ask me out to have dinner with you?” she asked in frustration and irritation.
Should I have waited for her to rebound first? Nah, heaven knows I couldn’t bear to watch her with any other man.
“Well, if I hadn’t I was afraid you’ll just keep standing at that parking lot, crying your eyes out” I confessed.
It wasn’t entirely a lie, but I wasn’t in any mood to indulge her in this matter. I will not be brought so low as to be just a rebound guy.
“I would have stopped crying- eventually… I just don’t understand you. Why wouldn’t you want to be with me? It’s not like we have any history or future together, it could just be a one time thing and we would both be off to our various lives.” She suggested earnestly.
“(scoff), I would not be subjected to a one night stand, Heather. If we would ever have anything together, it will surely have a future.” I stated with a warning look.
“Are you gay? You do seem to dislike women- I mean, not even a single gossip tabloid have mentioned you with any woman at all. And that could only mean 2 things: firstly, that you are married, or secondly, that you’re gay.” She commented suddenly.
“I’m a busy man…” I replied,
“Oh please, no one is that busy” she said with curious eyes.
“Heather, I’m neither married nor am I gay. And I can prove it to you if you are so curious, but we’ll have to be in some sort of relationship for that to happen.” I stated precisely.
“You…(phone rings)” interrupting what she was about to say. She paused and grabbed her phone, then urgently requested to be excused.
Who could be calling her at this hour and why? It seemed rather urgent though, I hope all is well.
5mins later she returned with a worried frown on her face.
Oh no, something bad must have happened, she looks disrupted.
“What happened? Who was the call from?” I asked concerned.
“It was from Markian… he said Livy tried to kill herself few minutes ago.” she struggled to muffle out.