It was six in the morning, and I was still contemplating on what to wear. I tried different sets of clothes, but none matched the look I wanted to achieve.
I wanted to be presentable, but not let the other party know that I was preparing to dress for him.
No! No! No! Not right! Why do I have to care what he thinks? I just have to dress like I'm meeting any other person.
When I grabbed for a shirt, I lamented on how unattractive it was. I grabbed a dress showing my curves and was pleased. But I remember that it was just a simple signing over breakfast.
I screamed and pulled my hairs in frustration.
This is not the time to be bipolar! Just pick a damn dress already!
I closed my eyes and calmed myself.
"You look good in anything you wear . . ."
A distant voice echoed in my head, and I want to burn everything on sight. Thanks to that disgusting memory, my brain took over, and I grabbed a simple lime-colored peasant top paired with ivory-colored skinny trousers and tan-colored wedge shoes. I put on multiple strands bracelets and dangled earrings and puffed myself with light make-up.
Satisfied, I reached for my Dolce and Gabbana patterned box bag and was about to turn the handle of my bedroom door when the doorbell rang.
I went into the foyer and checked the time.
[7:20 AM]
Isn't he a little early?
I was about to press the intercom when I discarded the idea and peeped on the spyhole instead.
Standing outside was Cain, wearing a simple fitted iron colored V-neck ¾ sleeve sweater, highlighting his collarbone, broad chest and thin waist. Coupled with cloud-colored trousers and a pair of coin colored oxford shoes. He only had one piece of jewelry, a Jaeger LeCoultre watch.
The man was not just sexy, he was a walking aphrodisiac!
I want to open the door and rip off his clothes and ra––!
! ! !
I panicked at my line of thoughts and made a sprint in my living area. It was only when the doorbell rang again that I took a deep breath and composed myself. After making sure that I wouldn't harass him, I opened the door.
"Er . . . H-hello, you're early." I almost grabbed my bag and slammed it on my head.
With a serious face, Cain said without batting an eyelid, "I can't wait to see you, so I came early."
". . ."
Should I slam the door and pretend this never happened?
Cain seemed to have read my thoughts as he stepped forward. Sensing danger, I unknowingly trotted back. He stopped in line with the door frame and extended his hand, holding a large white rose.
"For you," he said.
The gentleness in his voice against his emotionless face made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
". . ." Staring at the rose in his hand, I didn't accept it. My mouth opened, and closed didn't know what to say. First of all, I didn't know how to address him, so I wait for him to say something instead.
". . . Don't you like it?"
Cain's voice was soft and tender. Hearing it made my heart twitched, and without thinking, I blurted out.
"N-no! No! I mean, yes! Yes! Wait . . . ! What?"
Cain laughed a little. "The flower, don't you like it?"
"I . . ."
I look at the rose, then slid my eyes to his handsome ice-cold face. The frostiness in his aquamarine eyes was hypnotizing me.
". . . love it," I whispered.
Cain's lips curved upward. His warm smile melted his icy countenance.
"Then, I'll give you a flower every day."
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