This is the UNEDITED VERSION. Radish has the edited one and it's on Chapter Seventeen ;)
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Chapter Thirteen
If the rude boy though I'd be an easy prey he needs to think again.
I had a simple answer on him that made him even madder at me.
I said, "Sorry mister. You need to work for it."
He rolled his eyes but did not even utter a word. He just grabbed my hand and opened the door of his Bugatti for me.
I did not ask him where are we going, because we were obviously going to my place.
Are we going to ask someone deliver our food, make out then cuddled to bed? Excitement suddenly hits me.
We were silent the whole journey. I was excited and nervous to know what are we going to do next.
When he stopped the car in front of my place he killed the engine. I was waiting for him to talk.
He did not look at me, but he said, "Get dressed. Something formal. I will pick you up at seven"
My heart was beating fast. Like a teenager going on her first date.
I was about to open the door when he grabbed my arm, making me look at him.
He met my face with a kiss on the lips, holding my face with his hand, taking all his time in the earth. "Always remember to give me a goodbye kiss okay?" He breathlessly said. I was not able to do anything but nod.
He opened the car door for me and waited until I was in front of my door. Giving me one short kiss before repeating that he will be fetching me at seven.
He was driving me crazy and if he will ask me again if I want to be his girl I am sure I'm gonna answer yes.
It's very had to really stop myself from answering yes, because I know I like him already. Not yet love maybe, and I hope not... Not until he feels the same.
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I AM NOT HAPPY WITH WHAT I'M WEARING.
God! When did dressing up became so hard?
I settled for a black and white dress, it has a very intricate design. It hugs my curves and even accentuates my body. Half of my back was covered with a tiny sheer. I put my hair on the side and completed my look with a pearl earring and necklace. The sheer flowery design looks good...
But I am not satisfied.
I think I look like an old woman in nineteen fifties!
But the doorbell rang already. Ugh! Why did I even wear this?
I checked myself again at the mirror and hurriedly opened the door.
"What took you so-" he looked at me from head to toe.
That's it. I need to change what I'm wearing. Why didn't I just wear a skinny jeans and white shirt? Damn the dress to impress!
"Hey! Where are you going?" He grabbed me by the arm, stopping me.
"I'll change."
"Why?"
I rolled my eyes. "It is ugly. You didn't really need to ask me straight why."
He laughed out loud literally, making my blood boil. Ugh! The man knows how to irritate me!
"You know what, I'm tired. Go date your sorry ass."
He did not stop from laughing but grabbed me by the waist. Ught! I really hate him!
I hate him because he smiles so beautiful that it melts the anger I feel.
"You know what honey, you look really cute when you are angry." He said giving me a peck on the lips.
"Stop-"
"You look more beautiful tonight" he said, his hazel brown eyes looking straight to mine, giving me goosebumps all over my body.
"T-thank you" I shyly blushed.
He kissed me once more and held my hand, but I was more stunned to see what was in front of my house--A Limousine.
"Impressed aren't we honey?" He had that mischievous smile pasted on his face.
Riding in a Limousine, Flowers, Chocolates, Flash mobs, Grande Dinner and the like.
Who among the girls doesn't want that?
None.
All of us girls, loves all these things.
Not because we base our love on "material things"
But because, we know...
The more extravagant it is...
More effort was done to it.
A champagne and a talk with Vince with our hands clasped together was enough.
Hand in hand, we walk on the front door of the Roosevelt Hotel.
Walking on the Grande lobby with this sinfully handsome man beside me made girls envy of me. He had a securing hand over my waist, looking at me from time to time and grinning like crazy.
"Monique" I heard someone say my name causing us to stop acting like crazy teenagers.
Right then and there I saw a former schoolmate, and a colleague, Mark Woods.
"Mark!" I excitedly greeted, almost giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek but, Vince's hand became more possessive causing me only to shook hands with him.
"Why are you here?" I asked excitedly.
"I just arrive from a medical mission in Australia and settling here in America for good."
"Wow! That's good!"
I was about to ask him which hospital he will stay but...
"Honey, we need to go." Vince interfered, emphasizing on the word "honey"
"Oh. Your...husband?" Mark hesitantly asked.
"Uhm..."
"Yes" Vince answered for me, followed by a sweet kiss on the cheek.
"Oh." He said, surprised. "Nice meeting you again Monique. Let's catch up next time" he said, walking away from me.
I was waiving a hand on him when Vince held me tighter on the waist, causing me to look at him.
When I turned to him his lips attacked mine, giving me a long kiss like he was telling the world I am his. "Let's go honey." He said, and guide me towards the elevator.
We silently walk towards the elevator, and once the door was closed I tried to distance myself from him.
But it was a bad move.
He enclosed me to his arms and pushed me against the wall. Attacking my lips once more and giving me a punishing kiss. Kissing, biting, sucking my lips. "You are mine" he hoarsely said.
Overwhelmed with what he did, with eyes close I nodded.
"Who do you belong to?" He dangerously ask.
"You" I said, catching my breath.
When I opened my eyes, his blazing brown eyes was looking at me. His forehead against mine, leaving us too close with each other. His hands was holding my face, not to soft but not to hard.
"You are Vince's. Only Vince's. You are my girl. You are mine" he said and once more kissed me.
The tick of the elevator caused us to separate from each other, that was when we knew we are on the roof deck already.
I was stunned to see no one.
I looked up at him, curious "You reserve the whole place?"
"Yes. Great thing I did. I do not want any man checking out my girl."
My girl.
"And when did I told you, you passed already?" I asked, trying to sound irritated.
He had a mischievous smirk pasted on his face, leaning over me and whispered. "Do you want me to kiss you again the way I did on the elevator? But I cannot promise we can eat dinner without getting laid first."
I blushed the reddest I can. "Pervert!" I hissed but he only answered me with a kiss.
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The night has been so fast. Vince told me personal things about his life. I've known he was an only child, that he actually grew up in the Philippines.
I've heard of the country but I haven't really known anything about it.
Then he told me crazy things he did when he was a kid. That one time he ate paper out of curiosity how it tastes! How gross that is!
Then after that, we spend the night together, with me, finally being his.
With a happy smile pasted on my face I walk to the hall towards my office. Vince and I had "breakfast in bed" first before he brought me in the office.
"Good morning" I greeted my secretary.
Shock was all over her face, like she was frightened to see me, it was unusual of her.
"Doc" she said.
I put my bag down and looked at her with a frown. "What's the matter?" I asked.
She hesitantly walk towards me, with a newspaper on her hand.
"I guess you should see this doc" she said, handing me the newspaper.
And the moment I handed the newspaper, my knees turned into jell-o, causing me to sit down on my chair....
Because the headlines of the news was Vince and I kissing on the hotel lobby of Roosevelt Hotel....
"Prince Timothy seen kissing an anonymous woman in public."