MIND-BLOWING CHANGE

The well-known Azzua airport! This is where we are after about twenty-five minutes of silent driving. I, or rather, we, finished the plate of food inside this limo. When I made a fuss about going to his house to shower and change, all I got was a very serious and strict "no" from this guy.

From experience, I knew better than to insist or start an argument. I kept quiet from then on and decided to see what he was up to, but at least I managed to wipe off the white cake paint from my face. Still, I don't know what this son of Azzua has in his big head. Why he is so quiet is also something I don't understand. Or maybe this is how people behave when they are going on a date? It's my very first date, and I think I have a lot to learn. This may be the first note—the silent mode. It is so freaking annoying, though!

We get out of the limo, and I take a minute to breathe in the tranquil and fresh air of this beautiful airport. Wow! He should probably take me for a tour around; if not now, then some time later. I honestly would love to take a tour of his beautiful territory with him, especially on a quiet, chilly evening like this one. It would feel so... sweet and romantic?

It's a private airport, so there is no congestion. You can walk freely without bumping into people, like I have experienced in other airports I have been to. His hand wrapping around my small waist brings me back from Wonderland, cutting the beautiful tour of my eyes around the area short. My hair is all over the air, being blown by the cold evening breeze. I love this atmosphere. I tuck my hair behind my ears and turn to Mr. Mute. Sorry for the nickname, but that is how he is acting right now.

Without a word, he pulls me with him towards the entrance of the white building—the only building in this tightly secured place. He must have infected me with his silence, because I haven't even complimented him for such amazing work. Starting and running an airport must be a mind-blogging job. I won't be a stingy bitch with compliments. Someone has to commend him for this, and I will. But only when he decides to speak. I don’t want to get silence as a response to my compliment.

Going through the reception area, he whispers something to one of the ladies, and he is handed a small bag. He grabs the bag and leads me to the lift, his hand still on my waist, like we are a couple. If only!

We get out of the lift on the sixth floor of this building, which is the last floor, and again, he mutely leads me to the only room he knows. Behind the counter in front of a door that I presume leads to where we are going, a lady stands, smiling at Deep like she just learned how to smile today itself. Girl, what's all that smile for? If she is trying to charm him with her dimples and straight, long teeth, then she is doing an excellent job at displaying them and making her intentions well known, but she is miserably failing to steal his attention. Her eyes lands on mine as we stand in front of the door and wait for Deep to log in. Her smile fades, and if a single glare was a ticket straight to six feet under, I would be buried by now. I ignore her as she rolls her big round eyes at me, and I follow Deep inside an office. His office, I suppose.

Just wow! The sparkling, clean black terrazzo floor rhymes perfectly with the grey painted wall of this hall of an office. It's huge, neatly clean, and arranged. Nothing is out of place, and dear, he even has a walk-in closet in his office? My, my! I should ask him to squeeze me somewhere here and be his officemate. Gia Wilsons and Deep Moore Azzua are sharing an office, huh? I will do everything wrong in this office, except ogling him, so forget it! What will I even do with the space? Turn it into a studio. Naah!

This looks so incredible, honestly! If only he were in a mood to talk, I would let him know how lovable this place is, just like him. He waves the small bag in his hands across my face, snapping me out of my imagination.

"You'll have another time to admire my humble office, but right now, we are running late." He speaks. According to him, this is humble. My! "Change into this. The bathroom is the last door at the corner." He adds, handing me the bag, which I take and disappear in the direction he pointed, not forgetting to throw him a glare. "Be ready in ten." His voice comes behind me, but I don't even turn or respond.

Ten, his ass! How can he catch me by surprise and still have the sweet balls to push me this hard? I need to shower, and girls don’t bathe in haste. Eyes roll!

I walk inside the amazingly spacious and beautiful Jacuzzi bathroom. This guy sure has great taste. His lifestyle is just top-notch! Talk of comfort and luxury! I am so tempted to just stand here and stare or sit in the bath tub and relax, but I am reminded that the clock for the ten minutes he said is ticking. Sha! Some other time, I will have enough time to enjoy this. Hopefully. Fingers crossed for that.

Minutes later, I step out in a very short, sleeveless white dress and blue flat-closed shoes. Jesus! Did he miss my height or something? It's about four inches from my hips, and it's hugging me so tight and revealing every curve of my body. How on earth am I supposed to walk in it? This is close to walking naked compared to my long dresses that I am used to. Goodness!

I walk slowly back to him, afraid of him seeing me almost naked. Well, he has done that already, so I don't know what I am afraid of. It just doesn't feel comfortable in this damn hell of a dress. I reach where he is swinging on his swivel chair, eyes glued to his phone. He changed to a casual outfit, his white canvas and white T-shirt matching my dress, his unbuttoned blue denim shirt matching his unfinished fitting blue jeans, and my shoes too. I have never seen him in denims and rugged jeans, and I can say this look kills it. He looks breathtakingly gorgeous. He is flaming hot, the colours of his outfit complement his colour just perfectly, and his black soft hair is well compensated to fall backwards. His rich Dare scent is dominating the whole room. My! My! My!

I clear my throat, the only way I can think of to catch his attention, as I try to pull down the helms of my dress, hoping it can look a bit longer. His eyes fall on me, his jaw dropping to the floor, while his phone slips from his hands the moment his eyes land on the lower part of my body.

OMG! I knew this dress would embarrass me, and look at the very first man who just saw me in it. His jaw is still rolling somewhere on the floor, and he doesn't know how to close his mouth or blink again. Can I just change to the one I was wearing earlier? He stood up, shoved his phone in his pocket after collecting it from the chair, and murmured some curses.

What now? Am I the one who chose this dress?

He walks to me, his eyes rummaging through my body. I feel like they have ripped this nonsense of a dress off me, leaving me completely naked in front of him. "I can change to the one I wore earlier." I say this in defense to avoid his eyes from devouring me further.

Blink blink! "Who is complaining?"

Who is? Isn't he the one finding it difficult to even breathe? Or what explains that reaction when he saw me standing here? He hasn't recovered from that yet, and he wants to lie and say that he is okay with this. He wants to lie and say that he handled this?