Chapter 64

Chapter

Rebecca POV

My night couldn't have been more peaceful than last night. In all of my life and all the night that I have  spend, neither have I slept so peacefully like last night.

I keep dreaming about him, we were dressing in wedding attires. He was in suit while I was  in my wedding gown, wuth a flower in my hand. 

First upon, he had proposed to me  at the airport, where everyone stared at us with smiles on their face and I was confused and speechless.

This has never happened to me,  I was feeling nervous and my legs  trembled. Okay, I heaved down a heavy sigh, lowering my gaze at him, ad he was before me on his knees.

The atmosphere was quiet and full of suspense. "Will you marry me?" He said, bringing out the ring from the box, he peered into my face with a pleading face.

I was dumb at his effortery, everyone around the airport jeered him up,while I was happy giggling. Not until I heard him say,"Rebecca." And I spring up from bed.

When I opened my eyes, Clinton was staring at me smiling and I shut back my eyes thinking that I was dreaming. I parted open my eyes only for me to see him staring at me.

"Clinton,"I called to be sure as I gently rubbed my hand on my sleepy eyes letting out a yawn.

He just blinked at me and smiling as he walked to other side. "You were smiling from sleep." He uttered while is back was facing me.

He was brewing the tea, a smile just escape my mouth. "Was I?" I repeated after him.

"Yes, you were but get up and have your teeth brushed." Before he could finish his words, I ready stand on my feet with smiles over my face. I stopped at his front, trying to steal glimpse at him but I shrugged the idea off.

I was in the bathroom having my teeth brush when I raised my head up slowly with me seeing my reflection in the mirror.

"Rebecca,"I said to the mirror, displaying my white set of teeth.

"Becca, are you there?" His voice inquired from Within my room, it echoes resounding in my ears and I felt my stomach going south. The butterflies in there were jubilating.

"Yes." I whispered-loud, giggling all the same. I was at the door staring at him, he was on his phone pressing and I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

He slides the phone across the couch in which he had seated and  bringing his face towards my direction. I darted my eyes to other side.

"The tea is getting cold." He said bringing me out of my wonderland. I hummed softly nodding my head affirmatively.

"Good morning." I muttered sitting my ass close to him. I could feel it, the energy running down through my vein. I know we are destined to be together and consistency and patience will actually made us to realized this dream.

"Take." His voice sounded in my ear while my heart glee for joy. "My wrist get twisted,I can't hold anything with it. Do you mind..." I paused, stuffing the words back into mind. But there's no harm In trying right?

"Can you hold the cup in your hands while I use this spoon to drink from it." Pointing the spoon in my hand to his face while he just stared still, like someone who was puzzled.

"It okay, if you don't want to do it." I said trying to back myself up.i thought be had start loving me but he was afraid or shy to show or tell me.

Clinton POV

I had woken up early from my bed. Since Mr. Smith had made me to set an alarm the previous night. He had made me to promise him that I will always wake up and served Rebecca tea or coffee.

I woke up at the buzzling sound of the alarm, trying to keep my eyes open. "But why is father doing this?" I cursed out, throwing the loins off my body.

I had to rushed to the bathroom to  have myself eased up and dragging my toothbrush from it position. I opened the tube of the toothpaste pressing out the liquid paste.

After I had brush my teeth, I walked out down to the stairs. Father was already up, brewing the coffee as usual. " This is not coffee but some Arabic tea." He said taking the kettle off the fire.

 He placed the kettle on a tray pushing it to my hands. "Now take, and go serve boy!" He whined while I stared at him with my mouth parted.

Heaving down a sigh, I took the tray from his hands walking out of the kitchen up to Rebecca room.  Actually I'm the type that doesn't love barging into someone's privacy.

"What if she was naked?" This has been the first question that popped into my mind.

I stands at the door more than ten minutes deliberating on whether to knock on the door and wait for her response. I just pushed the doorknob open.

There she was on the bed, rolling and clutching the pillow tightly to her chest.

I dropped the tray on the table, moving closer to her side only to see her mumbling some words and smiling at the same time.

 "Rebecca!" I called and she spranged up from bed. 

She stared at me closing back her once opened eyes. She keeps opening and closing her eyes back. She must have been mad seeing me in her room without getting her notified ahead.

 So, I  tried to walk away from her backing her when she called mey name in a soft but calm voice, "Clinton!" I feel the energy ran through my spine. My heart jumped for joy but I know is not love because I know I don't and I would never love her.

"You were smiling from sleep." I spouted trying to divert her thinking.

"Was I?" That was her response, I chuckled at that. It obvious that's she's happy seeing me inside her room and she would like it better if we keep talking. In which I'm being tired of.

"You were," I said nipping my neck  to her side. She was still sitting her ass on the bed glancing at me, at this point I was feeling uncomfortable. " Yes, you were. Get up and have your teeth brush."  

Before I could uttered any more words, she was already on her feet, walking to the bathroom. She stopped probably trying to steal a glimpse at me but I knew she was afraid or shy to swirl around.

As she walked to the bathroom, i shoved my hand into my pocket bringing out my phone to check  what the notification  is all about.

My heart jumped at the sight, right here I was staring at the pictures of my ex wife Whitney. The picture said it all, she was looking sweet, scrolling down to the last picture, I saw her daughter giggling. But then the voice of Rebecca draw me out.

 I pressed the home lock sliding the phone across the couch. " The tea is getting cold." I said to remind her but her facial expressions changes.

"My wrist get twisted." I almost chuckled at that because it's obvious that she's lying. "She want me to hold the cup while she dipped her spoon?" I scoffed, isn't that a waste of time?

I took the spoon from her and start to spoon-feed her while she bc was happy taking them from me.

It seems she wont back off from me, I already told her I can't date her but she thinks  I'm joking.

A knock come on the door, I k ow is Mr. Smith anyway I had to stand up but she pushed me back. "Sit while I see him." She instructed hauling towards the door.

She pulled the door opened, I saw him peeped in. "Breakfast!" He said backing off.

"Breakfast is ready honey!" She covered her mouth when she realized she had just spoken the wrong words. I said nothing other than to stand on my feet and walk out before her.

*$Rebecca

**

I was almost close in getting him to me but unfortunately, I ruined everything.

He walked out while I heaved down a sigh, slamming the door after me.

He should at least learn from Mr. Smith who is very romantic unlike him. His late wife must have really be lucky to have such a man like him as husband.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't act in this way to Whitney. Why do other women always suffer in a man hand for what their ex might have do?

I was draw out of my haze when Mr Smith  told me the food is getting cold I just have to hummed and have my seat.

"Aren't you going to eat?" His voice break my concentration, I nipped at him faking a smile. I grabbed the cutlery and pounced on the plate of food on front of me.

"Do you want me to add more?" He questioned and I stared at him with my mouth apart, I was confused on what to say but then my phone rang.

Checking the caller I saw that, it was the man who had want to partner with me.

I smiled upon seeing his name, I picked the call clearing my throat. "Good morning queen mother." I chuckled at that. Is he whining me?

I tried not to gloat, "what's it with the queen mother of a stuff?" I questioned with a smirk on my face.

"Good morning ma'am, sorry I over pass my boundary.  I just call to check on you." He said, probably trying to defend himself and all I could do was just to laugh.

I noticed Mr Smith and Clinton were staring at me. The look on Clinton face was displeasing like he was discontented with me receiving a call from a guy.

"Alright, thanks for the call. I will call you later." I said, hanging up the call. "Jeez!" The thudding from my heart could pull down a building.

Clinton was eating fast and was not looking at me again. "He's a business partner." I said to break the silence that has take over the atmosphere.

"That's good." He said looking down into his plate of food. I raised and direct my head towards Mr. Smith who  smile at me and I just bite on my lower lip..

"Whoa, you two are getting along so fast." Mr Smith added to cleared off the silence but Clinton stop eating as his hand were tightly wrapped the fork.

My phone ring again, I checked the caller and a smile appeared from within my mind. I was so happy that at least someone is giving me call when I had not expect them.

"Hello," I answered tilting my head to the other side awaiting his response.

"Okay," I nodded pushing the chair backward while I stand up. My hand tightly wrapped the cellphone.

I walked away from the table to discuss. He asked if he we can meet for lunch. I had to pondered over that, swirling my head around for a tangible answer. "I'll we get back to you." I drawled and he said, "goodbye," A smile escape my mouth.

I'm going to take permission from  Clinton if he permits me I will be going and if he said no then, I will have no choice than to sit my ass at home.

I strides backward only for me to bumped into something. I swirled around only for our face to be close to each other. I stand still and he just keeps staring at me without uttering any word.

He turned away walking off when no called his name, "Clinton," He stopped at his pace. " I will be going for lunch with him, is that okay?" I asked with the burden on my heart finally be lifted up.

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Chapter

Rebecca POV

My night couldn't have been more peaceful than last night. In all of my life and all the night that I have  spend, neither have I slept so peacefully like last night.

I keep dreaming about him, we were dressing in wedding attires. He was in suit while I was  in my wedding gown, wuth a flower in my hand. 

First upon, he had proposed to me  at the airport, where everyone stared at us with smiles on their face and I was confused and speechless.

This has never happened to me,  I was feeling nervous and my legs  trembled. Okay, I heaved down a heavy sigh, lowering my gaze at him, ad he was before me on his knees.

The atmosphere was quiet and full of suspense. "Will you marry me?" He said, bringing out the ring from the box, he peered into my face with a pleading face.

I was dumb at his effortery, everyone around the airport jeered him up,while I was happy giggling. Not until I heard him say,"Rebecca." And I spring up from bed.

When I opened my eyes, Clinton was staring at me smiling and I shut back my eyes thinking that I was dreaming. I parted open my eyes only for me to see him staring at me.

"Clinton,"I called to be sure as I gently rubbed my hand on my sleepy eyes letting out a yawn.

He just blinked at me and smiling as he walked to other side. "You were smiling from sleep." He uttered while is back was facing me.

He was brewing the tea, a smile just escape my mouth. "Was I?" I repeated after him.

"Yes, you were but get up and have your teeth brushed." Before he could finish his words, I ready stand on my feet with smiles over my face. I stopped at his front, trying to steal glimpse at him but I shrugged the idea off.

I was in the bathroom having my teeth brush when I raised my head up slowly with me seeing my reflection in the mirror.

"Rebecca,"I said to the mirror, displaying my white set of teeth.

"Becca, are you there?" His voice inquired from Within my room, it echoes resounding in my ears and I felt my stomach going south. The butterflies in there were jubilating.

"Yes." I whispered-loud, giggling all the same. I was at the door staring at him, he was on his phone pressing and I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

He slides the phone across the couch in which he had seated and  bringing his face towards my direction. I darted my eyes to other side.

"The tea is getting cold." He said bringing me out of my wonderland. I hummed softly nodding my head affirmatively.

"Good morning." I muttered sitting my ass close to him. I could feel it, the energy running down through my vein. I know we are destined to be together and consistency and patience will actually made us to realized this dream.

"Take." His voice sounded in my ear while my heart glee for joy. "My wrist get twisted,I can't hold anything with it. Do you mind..." I paused, stuffing the words back into mind. But there's no harm In trying right?

"Can you hold the cup in your hands while I use this spoon to drink from it." Pointing the spoon in my hand to his face while he just stared still, like someone who was puzzled.

"It okay, if you don't want to do it." I said trying to back myself up.i thought be had start loving me but he was afraid or shy to show or tell me.

Clinton POV

I had woken up early from my bed. Since Mr. Smith had made me to set an alarm the previous night. He had made me to promise him that I will always wake up and served Rebecca tea or coffee.

I woke up at the buzzling sound of the alarm, trying to keep my eyes open. "But why is father doing this?" I cursed out, throwing the loins off my body.

I had to rushed to the bathroom to  have myself eased up and dragging my toothbrush from it position. I opened the tube of the toothpaste pressing out the liquid paste.

After I had brush my teeth, I walked out down to the stairs. Father was already up, brewing the coffee as usual. " This is not coffee but some Arabic tea." He said taking the kettle off the fire.

 He placed the kettle on a tray pushing it to my hands. "Now take, and go serve boy!" He whined while I stared at him with my mouth parted.

Heaving down a sigh, I took the tray from his hands walking out of the kitchen up to Rebecca room.  Actually I'm the type that doesn't love barging into someone's privacy.

"What if she was naked?" This has been the first question that popped into my mind.

I stands at the door more than ten minutes deliberating on whether to knock on the door and wait for her response. I just pushed the doorknob open.

There she was on the bed, rolling and clutching the pillow tightly to her chest.

I dropped the tray on the table, moving closer to her side only to see her mumbling some words and smiling at the same time.

 "Rebecca!" I called and she spranged up from bed. 

She stared at me closing back her once opened eyes. She keeps opening and closing her eyes back. She must have been mad seeing me in her room without getting her notified ahead.

 So, I  tried to walk away from her backing her when she called mey name in a soft but calm voice, "Clinton!" I feel the energy ran through my spine. My heart jumped for joy but I know is not love because I know I don't and I would never love her.

"You were smiling from sleep." I spouted trying to divert her thinking.

"Was I?" That was her response, I chuckled at that. It obvious that's she's happy seeing me inside her room and she would like it better if we keep talking. In which I'm being tired of.

"You were," I said nipping my neck  to her side. She was still sitting her ass on the bed glancing at me, at this point I was feeling uncomfortable. " Yes, you were. Get up and have your teeth brush."  

Before I could uttered any more words, she was already on her feet, walking to the bathroom. She stopped probably trying to steal a glimpse at me but I knew she was afraid or shy to swirl around.

As she walked to the bathroom, i shoved my hand into my pocket bringing out my phone to check  what the notification  is all about.

My heart jumped at the sight, right here I was staring at the pictures of my ex wife Whitney. The picture said it all, she was looking sweet, scrolling down to the last picture, I saw her daughter giggling. But then the voice of Rebecca draw me out.

 I pressed the home lock sliding the phone across the couch. " The tea is getting cold." I said to remind her but her facial expressions changes.

"My wrist get twisted." I almost chuckled at that because it's obvious that she's lying. "She want me to hold the cup while she dipped her spoon?" I scoffed, isn't that a waste of time?

I took the spoon from her and start to spoon-feed her while she bc was happy taking them from me.

It seems she wont back off from me, I already told her I can't date her but she thinks  I'm joking.

A knock come on the door, I k ow is Mr. Smith anyway I had to stand up but she pushed me back. "Sit while I see him." She instructed hauling towards the door.

She pulled the door opened, I saw him peeped in. "Breakfast!" He said backing off.

"Breakfast is ready honey!" She covered her mouth when she realized she had just spoken the wrong words. I said nothing other than to stand on my feet and walk out before her.

*$Rebecca

**

I was almost close in getting him to me but unfortunately, I ruined everything.

He walked out while I heaved down a sigh, slamming the door after me.

He should at least learn from Mr. Smith who is very romantic unlike him. His late wife must have really be lucky to have such a man like him as husband.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't act in this way to Whitney. Why do other women always suffer in a man hand for what their ex might have do?

I was draw out of my haze when Mr Smith  told me the food is getting cold I just have to hummed and have my seat.

"Aren't you going to eat?" His voice break my concentration, I nipped at him faking a smile. I grabbed the cutlery and pounced on the plate of food on front of me.

"Do you want me to add more?" He questioned and I stared at him with my mouth apart, I was confused on what to say but then my phone rang.

Checking the caller I saw that, it was the man who had want to partner with me.

I smiled upon seeing his name, I picked the call clearing my throat. "Good morning queen mother." I chuckled at that. Is he whining me?

I tried not to gloat, "what's it with the queen mother of a stuff?" I questioned with a smirk on my face.

"Good morning ma'am, sorry I over pass my boundary.  I just call to check on you." He said, probably trying to defend himself and all I could do was just to laugh.

I noticed Mr Smith and Clinton were staring at me. The look on Clinton face was displeasing like he was discontented with me receiving a call from a guy.

"Alright, thanks for the call. I will call you later." I said, hanging up the call. "Jeez!" The thudding from my heart could pull down a building.

Clinton was eating fast and was not looking at me again. "He's a business partner." I said to break the silence that has take over the atmosphere.

"That's good." He said looking down into his plate of food. I raised and direct my head towards Mr. Smith who  smile at me and I just bite on my lower lip..

"Whoa, you two are getting along so fast." Mr Smith added to cleared off the silence but Clinton stop eating as his hand were tightly wrapped the fork.

My phone ring again, I checked the caller and a smile appeared from within my mind. I was so happy that at least someone is giving me call when I had not expect them.

"Hello," I answered tilting my head to the other side awaiting his response.

"Okay," I nodded pushing the chair backward while I stand up. My hand tightly wrapped the cellphone.

I walked away from the table to discuss. He asked if he we can meet for lunch. I had to pondered over that, swirling my head around for a tangible answer. "I'll we get back to you." I drawled and he said, "goodbye," A smile escape my mouth.

I'm going to take permission from  Clinton if he permits me I will be going and if he said no then, I will have no choice than to sit my ass at home.

I strides backward only for me to bumped into something. I swirled around only for our face to be close to each other. I stand still and he just keeps staring at me without uttering any word.

He turned away walking off when no called his name, "Clinton," He stopped at his pace. " I will be going for lunch with him, is that okay?" I asked with the burden on my heart finally be lifted up.

Chapter

Rebecca POV

My night couldn't have been more peaceful than last night. In all of my life and all the night that I have  spend, neither have I slept so peacefully like last night.

I keep dreaming about him, we were dressing in wedding attires. He was in suit while I was  in my wedding gown, wuth a flower in my hand. 

First upon, he had proposed to me  at the airport, where everyone stared at us with smiles on their face and I was confused and speechless.

This has never happened to me,  I was feeling nervous and my legs  trembled. Okay, I heaved down a heavy sigh, lowering my gaze at him, ad he was before me on his knees.

The atmosphere was quiet and full of suspense. "Will you marry me?" He said, bringing out the ring from the box, he peered into my face with a pleading face.

I was dumb at his effortery, everyone around the airport jeered him up,while I was happy giggling. Not until I heard him say,"Rebecca." And I spring up from bed.

When I opened my eyes, Clinton was staring at me smiling and I shut back my eyes thinking that I was dreaming. I parted open my eyes only for me to see him staring at me.

"Clinton,"I called to be sure as I gently rubbed my hand on my sleepy eyes letting out a yawn.

He just blinked at me and smiling as he walked to other side. "You were smiling from sleep." He uttered while is back was facing me.

He was brewing the tea, a smile just escape my mouth. "Was I?" I repeated after him.

"Yes, you were but get up and have your teeth brushed." Before he could finish his words, I ready stand on my feet with smiles over my face. I stopped at his front, trying to steal glimpse at him but I shrugged the idea off.

I was in the bathroom having my teeth brush when I raised my head up slowly with me seeing my reflection in the mirror.

"Rebecca,"I said to the mirror, displaying my white set of teeth.

"Becca, are you there?" His voice inquired from Within my room, it echoes resounding in my ears and I felt my stomach going south. The butterflies in there were jubilating.

"Yes." I whispered-loud, giggling all the same. I was at the door staring at him, he was on his phone pressing and I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

He slides the phone across the couch in which he had seated and  bringing his face towards my direction. I darted my eyes to other side.

"The tea is getting cold." He said bringing me out of my wonderland. I hummed softly nodding my head affirmatively.

"Good morning." I muttered sitting my ass close to him. I could feel it, the energy running down through my vein. I know we are destined to be together and consistency and patience will actually made us to realized this dream.

"Take." His voice sounded in my ear while my heart glee for joy. "My wrist get twisted,I can't hold anything with it. Do you mind..." I paused, stuffing the words back into mind. But there's no harm In trying right?

"Can you hold the cup in your hands while I use this spoon to drink from it." Pointing the spoon in my hand to his face while he just stared still, like someone who was puzzled.

"It okay, if you don't want to do it." I said trying to back myself up.i thought be had start loving me but he was afraid or shy to show or tell me.

Clinton POV

I had woken up early from my bed. Since Mr. Smith had made me to set an alarm the previous night. He had made me to promise him that I will always wake up and served Rebecca tea or coffee.

I woke up at the buzzling sound of the alarm, trying to keep my eyes open. "But why is father doing this?" I cursed out, throwing the loins off my body.

I had to rushed to the bathroom to  have myself eased up and dragging my toothbrush from it position. I opened the tube of the toothpaste pressing out the liquid paste.

After I had brush my teeth, I walked out down to the stairs. Father was already up, brewing the coffee as usual. " This is not coffee but some Arabic tea." He said taking the kettle off the fire.

 He placed the kettle on a tray pushing it to my hands. "Now take, and go serve boy!" He whined while I stared at him with my mouth parted.

Heaving down a sigh, I took the tray from his hands walking out of the kitchen up to Rebecca room.  Actually I'm the type that doesn't love barging into someone's privacy.

"What if she was naked?" This has been the first question that popped into my mind.

I stands at the door more than ten minutes deliberating on whether to knock on the door and wait for her response. I just pushed the doorknob open.

There she was on the bed, rolling and clutching the pillow tightly to her chest.

I dropped the tray on the table, moving closer to her side only to see her mumbling some words and smiling at the same time.

 "Rebecca!" I called and she spranged up from bed. 

She stared at me closing back her once opened eyes. She keeps opening and closing her eyes back. She must have been mad seeing me in her room without getting her notified ahead.

 So, I  tried to walk away from her backing her when she called mey name in a soft but calm voice, "Clinton!" I feel the energy ran through my spine. My heart jumped for joy but I know is not love because I know I don't and I would never love her.

"You were smiling from sleep." I spouted trying to divert her thinking.

"Was I?" That was her response, I chuckled at that. It obvious that's she's happy seeing me inside her room and she would like it better if we keep talking. In which I'm being tired of.

"You were," I said nipping my neck  to her side. She was still sitting her ass on the bed glancing at me, at this point I was feeling uncomfortable. " Yes, you were. Get up and have your teeth brush."  

Before I could uttered any more words, she was already on her feet, walking to the bathroom. She stopped probably trying to steal a glimpse at me but I knew she was afraid or shy to swirl around.

As she walked to the bathroom, i shoved my hand into my pocket bringing out my phone to check  what the notification  is all about.

My heart jumped at the sight, right here I was staring at the pictures of my ex wife Whitney. The picture said it all, she was looking sweet, scrolling down to the last picture, I saw her daughter giggling. But then the voice of Rebecca draw me out.

 I pressed the home lock sliding the phone across the couch. " The tea is getting cold." I said to remind her but her facial expressions changes.

"My wrist get twisted." I almost chuckled at that because it's obvious that she's lying. "She want me to hold the cup while she dipped her spoon?" I scoffed, isn't that a waste of time?

I took the spoon from her and start to spoon-feed her while she bc was happy taking them from me.

It seems she wont back off from me, I already told her I can't date her but she thinks  I'm joking.

A knock come on the door, I k ow is Mr. Smith anyway I had to stand up but she pushed me back. "Sit while I see him." She instructed hauling towards the door.

She pulled the door opened, I saw him peeped in. "Breakfast!" He said backing off.

"Breakfast is ready honey!" She covered her mouth when she realized she had just spoken the wrong words. I said nothing other than to stand on my feet and walk out before her.

*$Rebecca

**

I was almost close in getting him to me but unfortunately, I ruined everything.

He walked out while I heaved down a sigh, slamming the door after me.

He should at least learn from Mr. Smith who is very romantic unlike him. His late wife must have really be lucky to have such a man like him as husband.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't act in this way to Whitney. Why do other women always suffer in a man hand for what their ex might have do?

I was draw out of my haze when Mr Smith  told me the food is getting cold I just have to hummed and have my seat.

"Aren't you going to eat?" His voice break my concentration, I nipped at him faking a smile. I grabbed the cutlery and pounced on the plate of food on front of me.

"Do you want me to add more?" He questioned and I stared at him with my mouth apart, I was confused on what to say but then my phone rang.

Checking the caller I saw that, it was the man who had want to partner with me.

I smiled upon seeing his name, I picked the call clearing my throat. "Good morning queen mother." I chuckled at that. Is he whining me?

I tried not to gloat, "what's it with the queen mother of a stuff?" I questioned with a smirk on my face.

"Good morning ma'am, sorry I over pass my boundary.  I just call to check on you." He said, probably trying to defend himself and all I could do was just to laugh.

I noticed Mr Smith and Clinton were staring at me. The look on Clinton face was displeasing like he was discontented with me receiving a call from a guy.

"Alright, thanks for the call. I will call you later." I said, hanging up the call. "Jeez!" The thudding from my heart could pull down a building.

Clinton was eating fast and was not looking at me again. "He's a business partner." I said to break the silence that has take over the atmosphere.

"That's good." He said looking down into his plate of food. I raised and direct my head towards Mr. Smith who  smile at me and I just bite on my lower lip..

"Whoa, you two are getting along so fast." Mr Smith added to cleared off the silence but Clinton stop eating as his hand were tightly wrapped the fork.

My phone ring again, I checked the caller and a smile appeared from within my mind. I was so happy that at least someone is giving me call when I had not expect them.

"Hello," I answered tilting my head to the other side awaiting his response.

"Okay," I nodded pushing the chair backward while I stand up. My hand tightly wrapped the cellphone.

I walked away from the table to discuss. He asked if he we can meet for lunch. I had to pondered over that, swirling my head around for a tangible answer. "I'll we get back to you." I drawled and he said, "goodbye," A smile escape my mouth.

I'm going to take permission from  Clinton if he permits me I will be going and if he said no then, I will have no choice than to sit my ass at home.

I strides backward only for me to bumped into something. I swirled around only for our face to be close to each other. I stand still and he just keeps staring at me without uttering any word.

He turned away walking off when no called his name, "Clinton," He stopped at his pace. " I will be going for lunch with him, is that okay?" I asked with the burden on my heart finally be lifted up.