chapter 10
Viola's POV
Grabbing the last of my things and putting them in my purse quickly, I open my bedroom door and look for any signs of Ezra.
No sign. Good.
Either he was still sleeping or went to work. Although probably the latter since it is 8 am right now.
Yes, I was avoiding him.
Yes because of last night.
I am ashamed of what I said to him. It was a low blow from me considering that I didn't know anything about him and what I said was pretty judgmental. I get that he forgave me, but I felt like I should make it up for him somehow. With that thought in mind, my mind attacked and won. I really just met him would it really make a difference to him. I am still a stranger, a pretty fucked up stranger if we talked from his point of view.
I stayed late last night thinking about everything from what we talked about to the goodnight kiss. I know I shouldn't read too much in it but I can't help it. Why would a drop dead gorgeous successful billionaire would even spare a glance to sad little me.
I decided that I should make use of my time here in New York anyway even if I don't know how long my stay is.
So now here I was. All dressed and ready to get outside the door and disappear for the rest of the day. And then I hear a cough behind me just before I reach the doorknob.
"where do you think you're going?" Ezra's voice rings behind me and I turn around to look at him.
"and why do you think it's any of your business?" I snap
Ugh why do I have to make things worse.
"fine," I huff when he keeps staring at me "I will find a job" I say
"I told you-" he starts looking annoyed
"it's partially for me too, you don't expect me to just sit there and watch you do everything for me do you?" I ask
"fine, then let me drive you" he says "or pick a car" he suggests
"thank you but no I already called a cab" I lie
"you're bad at lying fluffy" I grit my teeth at the nickname but refuse to give him the satisfaction of fighting over it again
"I will drive you there and you can't argue" he says quickly when I open my mouth to argue
"okay" I say calmly surprising him
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The car ride was a bit too silent.
But I didn't mind.
If I will have to have a car ride with him every day, I don't think I will complain anymore. I kept sneaking few looks at him every few seconds. I was honestly enjoying the way his muscles shifted under his suit, the concentrating but relaxed look he had while driving with one hand his body leaning back. I felt hot by just staring at his jaw line and firm lips.
God. Help.
I'm melting
To say he could just pull any look was an understatement of the year. He looked professional and sexy in a suit but also gorgeous and hot in leather jacket and even sweatpants.
As I said, I'm melting.
"you're staring," he smirks "and drooling" I blush furiously and reach to lower the temperature of the ac.
"do I make you hot fluffy?" he frowns playfully
"don't flatter yourself jerk, it's a hot day" I say looking anywhere but him
"keep telling yourself that"
"you'll eventually beg for me one day" he winks, and I open my mouth in shock at him
"what the hell stop it" I hit his arm. Hard.
"owww" he fakes being hurt and laughs, I just roll my eyes.
How could someone who blushes just be giving me a kiss on the cheek yesterday ,which I though was adorable, be able to say something like that without even-
Gosh. He is such a bipolar.
I mean I am sure girls would be dropping their panties by just looking at him but the way he was all cute and shy yesterday told me otherwise.
"so I have an idea" he says cutting my train of thoughts
"enlighten me Techiman" he scowls and I smile cheekily
"don't call me that" he says while parking front of the restaurant I asked him to take me to.
"don't call me fluffy" I fight back challenging him
"never fluffy" he says
"here too Techiman" I say folding my arms over my chest.
" you're a hard head to break that's for sure" he chuckles
"what's your 'idea' Ezra" I sigh and urge him to finish
He reaches to the backseat and brings a white sack. He reaches inside and takes out a light purple book. A diary to be specific.
"a diary?" I ask frowning and opening the book to find empty pages.
"I want you to write everyday in it" he says seriously, and my scowl only deepens
"what are you? A therapist" I ask in anger
"no bu-"
"then what's this? I told you not to bring the subject up again plus it won't work I tried it before okay" I say angrily and turn to open the car door
"just hear me out first Viola" he says in anger holding my wrist
"it's clear you want me to write all my crazy-"
"no," he says firmly and continuing refusing to let me finish "whatever you think that I think about you is not true okay? I don't think you're crazy or sad or sick or whatever the hell you think...I am asking you to do that for only the two months you stay and if it will make you feel better I will write too" he says
I just look at him open mouthed not really sure what should I say.
He really took the challenge seriously and I hadn't expected him to do that.
"fine I will think about it....but only If you will write too" I say.
"in the end of the two months you will read mine and I yours okay?" my first though was to refuse. I wasn't sure if I want to let anyone about what goes through my mind but if he can do that and be at ease with it then so can I.
I open the door and head to the restaurant. Just before I slam, he says "by the way my arm still hurts" and I giggle before rolling my eyes in a playful manner at him.
This will be the longest two months of my life.
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