Product of Disasterology (Vic Fuentes) ✔️

Chapter 7

"Chocolate or cookies?"

"How about chocolate chip cookies? It's the best of both worlds."

I grinned at Vic's answer. "Good choice, my friend."

Miss Vivian and her husband had already been back for a few days from their business trip down to New York, but they were still gone a lot, so I tried my best to squeeze spending time with Vic into my schedule when they were out.

So here we were, playing 'this or that' to kinda keep him entertained and meanwhile get to know each other a little better in the most innocent way possible.

"Dinner or a movie?" Vic then asked, seeing as it was his turn.

I arched an eyebrow and looked at him curiously. "Are you asking me out on a date, Victor Fuentes?" I asked in return, grinning slightly.

His cheeks flushed a little as he stared at me with wide eyes. God I couldn't get over those beautiful chocolaty brown marbles of his. "N-well I-I mean uh- I um—"

I giggled softly, finding his sudden shyness absolutely adorable. "I was just kidding, Vic. No need to get all nervous." I told him, giving him a playful nudge.

"I wasn't nervous." Vic defended, rubbing his arm where I had pushed him. "You haven't answered though." He then added in a soft mutter as he looked down at his lap.

I grinned again. "How about dinner, then a movie?"

He looked up at me again, clearly at a loss for words. He inspected my face momentarily before he let out a small chuckle. "You're so mean sometimes, making me feel all anxious while you're just fucking with my head."

"Ah, so you admit that I made you nervous."

"Shut up."

I couldn't hold myself from giggling at this point though. Especially not when I saw the blush returning to his cheeks. It made me understand even less why his parents had locked him in here. And how supposedly the previous maid had said that he was crazy. I mean, look at the guy, he's sweet, funny, smart and handsome. Like, what the hell is wrong with everyone?

"Besides, even if I would ask anyone out on a date, it's not like I can leave this place." Vic then muttered sourly, putting some extra emphasis on his words. "My parents would crucify me, literally, if they found out that I left the house. Supposedly they did me a favor by doing this."

I frowned a little, wanting to ask what he meant by that, but quickly decided not to ask him about it yet. All in good time, I guess. I really didn't want to upset him. I wanted to see him smile, like he did just minutes ago.

"Well technically you don't even have to leave the house." I started, instantly earning a questioning look from Vic. "I mean, there's plenty of food here, plus there's a kitchen, so... and I assume you know about the mini theatre downstairs?"

Vic nodded slowly. "Yeah, it's my brother's though, for when his high-as-a-kite gamer friends come over."

I smiled taking one of Vic's hands in mine. "Well, he's not here and neither are your parents. So what do you say?"

Finally, he smiled a little. "O-okay, I guess it's alright. I haven't seen a movie in a while. I'm not very hungry, though."

Not hungry. Yeah right. I sighed a little, but decided to let it go for now. "Okay, we'll skip dinner then and I'll just grab some snacks instead."

We made our way downstairs, but not before Vic took a moment to put on some pants, since he usually just wore his boxers and a shirt for comfort. Honestly I didn't care much for what he wore, but he found it inappropriate.