Chapter 8
Derek’s POV
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It was night and finally, I was relieved that finally, this day came to an end. I just hope that she doesn’t have any plans to go to the pub or anywhere else. I was feeling tired and wanted to grab some sleep. And also I was eager to get away from her.
No! No. She didn’t do anything this time. It’s me who wanted to stay away from her.
“All right, Luna. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”, I said and was hoping to escape to my room as soon as possible.
“Not this soon, Derek.”
“Oh, okay! Are you plann…”
“No! I am not going anywhere but you are. You need to come to me.”, She interrupted me.
“I do? But why?”, I asked in confusion.
“My designer got a few suits, matching mine, which I will be wearing at the party. Since I am confused which one will look perfect on you. So, why not select on your own!”, She smiled.
A few suits? She was meant to get one, how many did she get?
“A few suits?”
“Yes! I wasn’t not able to decide which dress I should wear! So, my designer sent me all the suits matching all my dresses. Once your suit will be final, my dress matching it will get finalized on its own.”, She said with a shrug.
“Okay! But Can I change my clothes, get shower and food before leaving for your penthouse?”
“You can have a shower and change your clothes and about the food. You can have it at my place. I will cook for us.”, She smiled widely.
I was too tired to fight and argue with her over it. So, I nodded, giving into her. No doubt, she was an amazing cook but I was a little bit nervous. I was hoping that this was not any sort of plan to spend some time alone.
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After half an hour
I sat on the passenger seat while she started the engine. The drive was filled with silence. I leaned my head against the seat of the car, tapping my finger on my thigh. I was nervous, the awkwardness was taking over me. I could feel her eyes on me all the time. I wanted to tell her to ‘stop it', but then decided to go against it because I knew that would make things even more awkward. It felt like the car ride was taking forever, it never usually felt this long.
“You okay, Derek? You seem nervous?”, She asked.
“I am fine. It’s just I feel like vomiting in the car.”, I replied the first excuse which came into my mind. “I mean, I am not a big fan of cars.”
Author Note: So do I. I always feel sick whenever I travel in the car.
“Are you sure? Or is it because of the previous night?
No! Not again, why did she need to bring the previous night up? I was already nervous about going back to her place with her again, never mind her reminding me off last night.
“No. Nothing like that. And can we please forget about last night?”, I said, turning to face her.
“I am sorry.”, She said. “But I don’t want to forget it.”, She muttered under her breath, thanks to my hearing power because of which I could hear it loud and clear.
“Did you just say something?”
“No. Nothing.”, She replied immediately. “And here we are.”, Saying this she parked her car. I quickly opened the door and found myself practically running out of it. She followed suit, chuckling. I had been alone with her many times and not once have I been this way around her. I knew I screwed up a big-time after that kiss we shared last night.
Once I was outside her penthouse, my foot froze. I slowly turned around to be met with her standing there, smirking at me. She opened the door and waited for me to come in but I stood there like a complete idiot.
“Derek, please come inside. I promise, I am going to behave.”
She must have figured out why I was behaving like this. Great! Now, I looked like more of an idiot. It was just a kiss, one drunken kiss. That’s it. It meant nothing to me, so why am I acting in this way, Rex?
“Because that kiss did things to us..to our body. Her lips against mine felt so good, felt right.”,
“But we should think in that way, buddy. She is our…”
“Guess what? I don’t give a damn about her being our Luna. We are adults and this is mutual. And not to forget, neither we are cheating on anyone nor does she. I openly admit that the kiss was hot and incredible. I have never felt that way after losing our mate. And I know that if she tried to kiss me again or show any hint then I wouldn’t leave that moment”
“Derek”, She called my name sternly and this time I finally came inside. I closed the door behind me, turning back around when I did, I was met with Stacey in front of me. There were hardly any inches between us. I thought she was going to behave! Then why was she standing so close to me?
I gulped, looking everywhere except at her.
“Do I make you nervous, Derek?”, She asked, trying to stop the smirk from creeping on her lips. I turned to her, making eye contact with her. I thought to answer her question because I knew she already knew it.
“Hmm”
“Good to know,”, She said with a wink before walking away from me, “Coffee? Or a glass of wine?”, She added, heading toward the kitchen.
Wine? No way. It was the wine that got us into trouble last night.
“Coffee, please!”, I replied, joining her in the kitchen.
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5 Mins later !!
“Here”, She smiled, handing me a mug.
“We can have our coffee and then you can choose the suit for yourself and then I will make us some dinner.”, She said, to which I nodded.
“Sounds perfect to me.”, I smiled.
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“I liked this one.”, I said, looking at the royal blue suit out of all the seven suits in front of me.
“But I don’t want to wear anything blue. It’s Adam's favorite color.”
“Oh, okay then how about brown?”
“No, again! I have come to know that Adams is going to wear brown at the party.”
“White?”
“Nope! White dresses remind me of my marriage and trust me! I don’t want to recall those days of my life.”
“Maroon.”
“No! Adams used to say that I look beautiful in maroon. So, I don’t want maroon dresses which will remind me of his compliments.”
I narrowed my eyes on which she gave me sheepish smiles. “What do you want, Stacey?”
“I am confused. Actually, I kind of already chose three dresses for me and want you to select suits of either of three i.e. black, yellow and green.”
Seriously? Yellow and green? I would look like big fat walking capsicum in yellow and green.
“I am sorry for not letting you choose any of your choices.”
“It’s fine.”
“Great! Let me show you my dresses and help me to finalize them. Just give me a minute, I will try the dresses on for you.”, Saying this she quickly left. I wasn’t interested in seeing her fashion show but then I guess she needed to know what she had to send back and which dress would look good on her. I just hope it's not green or yellow.
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#TBC
