17 Alexa and Aleksander

Meanwhile....

(Alexa's POV)

As soon as I got into the house, I took off my heels real quick. Who ever created heels needs to go burn and die in a ditch. I take my heels and go up into my room. I went to the bathroom and wiped off the make up and crap off my face also take off my contacts. I had just finished when there was a knock on my door.

I walked to the door and opened to find that it's none other than Aleksander in some casual clothes at the door. He wore a black buttoned down shirt with his sleeves folded up to his elbows, some black pants, and a pair of Converse.

He looked stunned for a second when he looked at me. "Um hello. Can I help you?" I asked slightly annoyed that he hasn't said anything yet. He snapped out of it and said "Oh um I came to tell to get ready for our date. You are leaving tomorrow so we are going tonight. I'll be downstairs waiting.". And with that he walked away real quick.

'What the fuck just happened?'' I said to myself. I closed the door with the most confused face ever. I wonder what's wrong with him. That is the first I have seen him like that. Oh well let's get this thing over with even though it's late.

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and got dressed in a white blouse, black pants, black and white hidden heeled sneakers, and to top it off my black leather jacket that I loved. I know what you are thinking. 'Why the hell am I wearing heels when I was just whining about them earlier?' Well it's because these are actually comfortable unlike the actual heels. Anyways once I finished getting dress, I grabbed my phone and purse and walked out of my room.

I walked down the stairs and I saw Aleksander waiting like he said with a dark tanned colored jacket on and his phone in his hand. I let out a sigh and walked towards him. He looked up from and saw me coming towards him. He let out a wicked smile and put his phone away. "Ready to go?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and answered "let's get this over with".

He chuckled and grabbed my hand and led me outside. There I see a motorcycle waiting for us and not just any motorcycle. It was one of my favorite bikes, a Ducati Monster 1100. I tried to hide my excitement but it was no use. I fucking love this bike. He walked us towards the bike and handed me a helmet.

"Are we going on this?" I asked and he nodded and answered "Why? Do you not like it?". I quickly shook my head said "Like it? I love it!".

He chuckled and hopped on the bike with his helmet in my hand. He smirked at me and said "Are you coming or what?". Then he put on his helmet. I scoffed and hopped on behind him and put on my own helmet. "Let's do this.".

I heard him chuckle before he turned on the bike. The engine sounded so heavenly. "Hold on." he said as revved the bike. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight as we sped off through the night.

We were going really fast and the rush of the wind against my face made me feel alive. We cut through traffic with ease and soon we arrive at a restaurant. It wasn't fancy. It was just a normal restaurant. He parked the bike and we both got off. He took off his helmet and then took mine off right after when I was about to take it off. I unfortunately have helmet hair so he reaches out and starts to run his fingers through my hair to fix it.

It felt nice at first but then it started to feel weird so I swatted his hand. "Uh can you stop doing that?" I asked with a little attitude and he just chuckled. He held my hand and we walked into the nice restaurant. The host greeted him by name and led us into a private area. He held out a chair for me and scoffed at him. "Dude you are being too cheesy right now" I said as I sat down.

"I know that darling. I know that you hate it but I still going to do it to annoy you." he said close to my ear as he pushed me in. I chuckled a little while shaking my head. This guy is something else. He sat down in his seat across from me and said "I hope you don't mind that I have already ordered for us.".

Before I could answer, a waiter with a bottle came over to our table. "Dobryy vecher gospodin Petrov. YA Vladimir, i ya budu vashim serverom segodnya. Vash zakaz skoro vyydet, a poka ya prinesla vino, kotoroye vy zakazali, ser." (Good evening Mr. Petrov. I am Vladimir and I will be your server today. Your order will be out soon and in the meantime I have brought the wine you ordered sir.) the waiter said and he presented the wine to Aleksander. It was my favorite wine.

Aleksander nodded and the waiter proceeded to open the bottle and pour the red wine in our glasses. The waiter was dismissed and I looked at my wine. How does he know my favorite wine. I picked it up and Aleksander did also. "Ura"(Cheers) he says and takes a sip of his wine. I give him a nod of acknowledgement and take a sip of my wine. I could taste the sweet bitter taste and it's really good.

I place a the cup down on the table and look at Aleksander. Looking at him, I could see the smirk on his face. Probably because no one really knows my favorite wine. How did he know so easily? Maybe he had my information given to him. 'Hmm well played Mr. Petrov. Well played.'