《Flutter ✔》4

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Beeze's POV•

"Tonight 8:30." Wes tells me as Thomas lay fast asleep in his arms.

"Huh?"

"You'll know."

"What in the bloody world are you talking about?"

He only winks and I roll my eyes, serving the other customers. I was distracted as he drives off.

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8:30 on the dot I stand still, waiting for some kind of signal.

8:31.

8:32

8:33

8:49

9:00

He's not coming isn't he. You never listen. Guys like him want nothing to do with girls like you.

I grab my bag and move out of the shop to lock the doors. My aunt was probably fast asleep so imagine my surprise when I find a figure in my bedroom.

Flying open the door, I find Wes sweeping through my stuff.

"Mr. Roman." I call crossing my arms, my British accent thick.

He freezes before spinning on one heel.

"Beeze." He smiles sheepishly. "How are you?"

"Great." I raise an eyebrow. "What're you doing in my room?"

"I was waiting for you, eight thirty?"

"You never gave me a signal! How was I supposed to know that?!"

"I . . . I don't know." I roll my eyes at the man and plop down on my bed. He takes out some food from Wendy's and it's been three years since I last tasted it.

"Hungry?"

"Not really." I lie.

"Right." He rolls his eyes.

He slides me a box and the scent fills my nose.

"Gosh you're amazing." I practically moan.

He laughs and I dig in.

"I thought you weren't hungry?"

"We both knew I was lying." He chuckles and we eat in surprising calmness.

When we were done I threw my rubbish away and sat on the bed.

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I noticed his casual attire, different from his normal suits.

He had some skinny ripped jeans and a plain black long sleeved crew neck shirt.

"So, Mr. Roman. What is someone like you doing here in my bedroom?"

"Someone like me?"

"Y'know, we're from different worlds. You own a billionaire company. I work at my aunts restaurant and I don't even get paid."

"Oh, I don't know. You intrigue me."

"How so?"

"You're. . . complex. Difficult to read. Hard to understand."

"So . . .I'm just some puzzle that you trying to figure out?"

"Something like that."

"Well you know what people do with puzzles when they're all put together? They put them away, abandon then until their bored again. Something like a toy. And I Mr. Roman, am no toy."

"See, you never sounded like that when we first met, you looked afraid of me, now you look like you want to castrate me."

I gasp.

"Never!" I whisper yell and he chuckles.

"I was only joking, and no you're not a puzzle. You're something I can't put a label on."

"I don't want a label."

"Well darling, you won't get one." He winks and I roll my eyes.

"You think you're so great don't you?"

"I believe I am." He chuckles and I lay back on my bed, eyes closed. I hear boxes moving and then everything goes quiet. I clamp my eyes shut waiting for the question.

"Where are your parents?"

I sigh before shaking my head.

"I killed them."

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It's a bit short I know but big chapter coming next!

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