Interested

I sat silently at the dining area, my seat opposite to his. Food was served on the table that was delivered by his men. I can’t look into his eyes but I still made sure that he would know that any of his opinions won’t matter.

”Aren’t you gonna eat?” I raised a brow.

He clenched his jaw and glared at me darkly. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed every food that I could eat. Just like the first time we ate dinner. I acted like I hadn't eaten for years and didn’t know table manners, because he hates that. And I love things that he hates, no scratch that. I love seeing him hate and fuming mad.

The last thing I ate was the crème brulée . And in my last bite, I looked at him sensually, licking the spoon.

His neck is getting red, a sign of his restraint of emotion. He’s just watching me with his dark sharp eyes that I almost thought that it would actually scar me.

”Can I go to sleep now?” I said sensually.

He let out a deep sigh and didn’t answer me.

I shrugged. “Why? Stop sulking Aciel, stop acting like a kid.”

”Then how am I supposed to act, huh?” he banged the table and I jumped in shock. “You kissed that motherfucker! How do you want me to act?”

I bit my lip while looking at him.

”You don’t want me. So I thought he might want to be a sub.” I chuckled.

”Bullshit.” he uttered.

I stood with a wicked smile on my face.

”I’m gonna go now. I’m feeling dirty.” I said and licked my thumb.

I left him and he didn’t say any words. I went back to my room feeling so empty and foolish. I remember that night watching the city lights got blurred until I fell asleep.

I didn't leave the room for days every time he’s around the house. The best thing is that he didn’t bother to approach me for any conversation cause I might have just blown fire on him.It’s not so hard because except for his penthouse is huge and massive, he’s always on his work too.

The truth is I’m embarrassed. The attitude that I’m portraying is just my defense mechanism I think. Also my ego being stepped into. I had all the plans but I didn’t expect that to come. Of course I thought that he would not decline me. But he did the exact opposite.

That’s why for weeks, I tried to slip it off my mind. But the more I spend time to wonder, the more it lingers to me; the anger, the emptiness, the wicked decisions. It’s the unhealthy side of me.

”Lulu, I don’t think you had your investigation right.”

”I’m so sure, Alia! The owner of that pub told me!”

I listened to Lulu’s sincerity. She called me to report some of her leads about my father.

”How am I supposed to believe that, Lulu? I saw it with my own eyes. The man who bought me made him sign a contract. And for sure that’s the reason why he left our house. And probably his reasons too, why he’s hopping from one place to another.”

”Alia,” she called me seriously. “I know it sounds ridiculous but that’s all I know. I won’t make things up just because I want to.”

I sighed. “I hope you understand as well that It’s hard to believe that my father is broke and looking like a beggar in the pub you were saying. Maybe that owner is making things up?”

She groaned. “Jesus, I know the owner so well. If you want, I can just call you again for another lead. So there will be no conversation like this again.”

I feel guilty. “I’m sorry, Lulu. You really are a great big help to me, I hope you understand where I’m coming from.”

”I do. I do, of course. I just want the best for you. Anyway, how are you? You haven’t told me where you are located here in Seattle.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

My tone is so obvious. I’m not a good actress.

”I respect your decision of not telling me your plans. I’m just worried about you, Alia. If something bad might happen to you, I don’t think I could even forgive myself.”

”Oh, no please. I’m really… fine.” I swallowed the pressure on my throat thinking about the past few days. I've been like a mess because of what happened between me and Alia.

”Actually no.” Me.

I heard her attentive tone. That’s it. I think I’m too bothered that I’ve come to a point where I had no choice but to share these things with her.

”Why? What’s the matter?”

”I a-actually don’t know, Lulu.” I sighed. “I’m just confused. My mind is a mess as of the moment.”

”And it’s because?”

”Because of the man who bought me for millions but never did shown any sexual interest to me.” I blurted without breathing.

I shut my eyes after. There, I said it. This must be good right? Sometimes it’s good to share things and not keep it to yourself. First, our line went silent. But after I heard her sighed.

”You mean… I’m sorry I couldn’t keep up. But…” she couldn’t continue. “You mean, ever since he bought you. Nothing happened between you two?”

I bit my lip. “Uh-huh.”

”As in, nothing?”

”Yes.” I breathed. “And I even insisted our kisses.”

She gasped.

”No, I mean-” I sighed. “That’s part of the plan.”

I felt my cheeks heating up. Why do I sound like I’m lying?

”You think he’s not interested?” she asked.

”I don’t know.” I uttered.

”O…kay?” I rolled my eyes at her response. “So, what is it that confuses you? What part? Or does it bother you because..."

”Lulu, don’t start with me.”

”I’m not starting anything. You opened this up!” she laughed.