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He buckled me in my seat and got settled in and started driving.

The silence that fell between us was comfortable, not awkward and I liked it.

"You know I can buckle myself in a seat" I glared at him.

"Of course you can," he retorted.

"I'm serious bubs" I whined.

"That makes two of us" the corner of his lips curled up.

"Before you ask, I'm taking you to my place. Is it okay?" he looked at me expectantly.

"We can go to the restaurant too if you want. I'll not force you" he quickly added.

"Your place" I answered. The least he can do is kill me and/or assault me. I trust my guts a lot and I didn't have a bad feeling even for once so let's see.

He nodded his head and I knew he was trying not to smile.

We reached his place in 25 minutes. He had his own penthouse. I mean the top floor was his. His penthouse. The whole of his. He earns a lot then, like A LOT.

He inserted the passcode and we entered his beautiful and clean house.

It was the darkest of black everywhere. Exceptionally beautiful though. I never thought a house with so much black would look good.

It wasn't cliche. It was just beautiful. Adorning.

I walked further inside the house examining the place.

"Do you like it?" He whispered in my ear. Goosebumps traveled on my whole body.

"Like it? Bubs I love it. It's so beautiful. Just like you" I said and hugged his neck.

He picked me up with my hand around his neck and legs dangling.

"I'm glad you like it. My friend has this designed for me" He rubbed his hand on my back.

I got down.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked and pulled a strand of my hair.

My glare did nothing to him. He just rolled his eyes and hung his coat.

I rubbed my pooch and said, "Very much. You cook?" I asked facing him.

"My dad's a chef," he replied.

"What's your last name?" randomly asking, I made my hair in a proper bun.

"Araztimuño" he replied while stroking my hair.

"Michael Araztimuño is your dad?" I replied with a hand on my mouth. He was one of the best chefs.

He kissed the back of the hand which I had on my mouth and replied, "The one and only"

If I didn't have my hand there. we would have kissed.

Oh my! Stop squealing lady.

"I'll make something light for us. Are you allergic to anything Avha?" He asked while walking towards the kitchen I assumed.

"Soda and Dragonfruit," I told him.

"Okay," he said and booped my nose.

"You want to get changed?" he asked "Actually, you should" he replied his own question without waiting for my answer.

Why did he even ask then? "I'll give you my shirt and shorts, yeah?" He asked and took me to the second floor.

"Yeah," I mumbled and yawned.

"Don't sleep. You need to take a shower, change and then have dinner. Did you have lunch love?" he asked while stroking the back of my hand.

Our hands are laced.

I'm gonna faint.

From his actions, not from hunger. Duh!

I didn't reply. I didn't have money bubs.

"Are you serious? How could you not tell me?" He smacked my butt. Loudly might I add?.

"Ouch."

"Don't 'ouch' me. You didn't have lunch and didn't even tell me once? Unbelievable. Be happy I'm not punishing you little one. Next time I won't go easy on you" He added the last sentence sternly.

He was making me fuzzy again.

"Punishment?" I tilted my head.

"Bad girls get punished," he added and made me sit on the bed.

"But I'm a good girl," I said loudly and fell back on the bed.

"Your bed is very soft. Bouncy bouncy" I told him.

"Thank you. good girls don't hide things. I dare you to hide things from me again." he said as he placed his hand on my head/

"I-I won't" I mumbled.

"Good. Now go to the washroom and get changed. Call me if you need anything, okay?" he kissed my forehead and opened the bun.

He kissed my nose and replied, "You look hot this way" and exited.

Ufff! Take me already. {]

His room was black with bits of gray here and there. Coordinated well with some white drawers and white carpet. The golden lighting made it look heavenly.

No doubt his bathroom was matte black too.

I quickly changed into his black tee. The shorts were quite big so I didn't wear them. Luckily I had shaved today.

I don't hate the hair on my leg, but I don't like them either.

It's debatable.

I'll talk in detail about this when I'd be completely alone. My habit that I developed.

I ran down to see what Jr.Chef had made

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