Night date 2

I plopped myself next to him, and massaged his hand since he said he had indigestion because of the spicy food. He kept whining and complimenting about it at the same time.

"My tongue hurts," he kept saying that. Whining and pouting.

"I already gave you ices. It's still burning?" I asked him properly. He nodded and hugged me. I pushed him a little and grabbed his chin , "Say ahh…"

He did what I said and showed his tongue. His lips looked red and swell a little bit.

"Want some more ice?" I asked.

"I wish I could tell you what I want but I don't want to." he said, giving me a headache. "What should I do?"

"Pick one." I muttered.

"Then I don't want to." He said.

"Hey..." I pushed myself from him, and locked our gaze together. He caressed my cheek with his finger and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"How old are you?" I asked, and that wasn't what I want to said, I've got distracted. He smirks. More like smug.

"Any guess?"

"Older than me?"

"Correct, and?" he dragged the question playfully, I mean he can just give me the answer right away. I guess his tongue is finally okay?

"Thirty?" I blurted.

"Hmm, do I look like I'm thirty?" he asked. Actually he looked younger. He has a clean shaved face, but masculine enough to look like a thirty years old man. But...

I squinted my eyes as I think.

"Let's do this, if you're right, I'll give you a reward, but if you're wrong, I have to give you a punishment? How's that?" I looked at him up and down and judged him hard. The fuck? "Or maybe not." he took it back with a nervous laugh.

"Are you perhaps older than that or a little bit younger?" I asked him seriously.

"Hm. In between your age to thirty."

In between, he is older than me.

"Twenty seven?" he shook his head. "Twenty nine?"

He chuckles. "Why did you jump to twenty nine?"

"Intuition?"

He leaned closer leaving an inch apart and whispered, "Correct. Good job. Any other questions, princess?"

"What is your job?" He hugged me closer to him, with our face that closed, I'm getting anxious if I smell bad.

"Take a guess." he said, nuzzling his face on my neck, sending a weird sensation through all of my body. What's this, I don't like it but I don't hate it too.

"Um...I don't know." I said since I can't use my brain right now. I'm confused.

"Try it, baby." It felt even weird when he spoke while his lips were on my skin. I clenched his shirt with both my hands. "I'll give you a reward."

I closed my eyes to think, he always leaves early and he has a secretary, he always comes back late...why does he keep kissing my neck?

"Ayden..." I called for him since I'm scared. I don't know what this is but I'm scared.

"Hm?" the lips moved to my ear as he nibbled into it. I shuddered, what's this, I hate it. But I want to know the answer. But I'm scared.

"Take a guess, Maddison." he whispered and now his lips moved from my ears to my jaw and now back to my neck. "Take a guess."

"Can I have a hint?" I asked him with a low voice. He chuckles and raises his head to meet my eyes. I smile eye to eye.

"I'll just tell you, I'm a photographer." He stroked my face with his hands, "Therefore when I saw you, I was surprised. I thought you're a model, suddenly turned up in front of my door, looking all pretty." he spoke.

"I'm not pretty."

"Oh baby...if you can see yourself right now." he hissed. "Why do you always say that you're not pretty?"

I looked down, why does he keep calling me that. He cupped my face to face him.

"You're so beautiful. Gorgeous!" He rubbed my cheeks with his thumb. "You're so pretty, Maddison. Every inch of you." his eyes started to make a journey all over my face, down to my neck, to my chest, and he grabbed both of my hands and left kisses on my wrists. His grey eyes look deep inside me.

"Even your scars are beautiful." he said, leaving a smooches as his other hand crawled over my tight, moving it back on fourth. "You are so pretty that it's hard for me to keep my head cool."

I'm shuddering and shaking like a kitten, clutching over his shirt. Maybe because we absolutely have no personal space at the moment, I can feel his breath near my neck. I tried to move but he pulled even closer.

"Don't move, princess. It will give me a hard time." he said that and kissed my neck again. He was the one giving me a hard time right now. "Maddison." He calls my name repeatedly every time he leaves a smooch on my neck. He starts to breathe heavier, and so do I. It's suffocating and the air becomes thinner so it's hard for me to breathe.

"Can you stay over tonight? I want to keep hugging you like this." he looked up, resting his face on my chest. He looked even more dazzling than ever. I must be crazy. His voice, his smell, I feel like a person who just developed a new habit. I raised my hand and covered my face. It's too much, I can handle it.

I can hear him chuckling and his right hand keeps moving on my tight, and the other one caresses my waist.

"Let me see your face." he said, moving my hands away from my face. He laughed. "You bright red."

I punched his shoulder and asked him to stop.

"Ouch, princess. You're so violent."

"Then stop." I scorned.

His lips curved upward, and soon showed off his teeth.

"And I don't think I can stay over, Diana's home, waiting." I continued.

He let out a soft sighed, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

"Hmm, fair enough. Then let me hug you a bit more." He rubbed my wrists softly, but he didn't even ask. But how does he know about it? I put a cover on every time I go out, and even now, I still have a bandage and my watch to cover it. Wait...

Ah...I make it obvious. What dumb girl, Maddie.

"Did you check your payment today?" He asked without even looking, and slowly took off my bandage and watch. I flinched. The heck? What the hell is he doing right now?

"Hm? Did you get your payment? Susan said you were supposed to get your first pay today? Did you check it?" I snatched my hands from his frowning at him, fully on guard. "It's okay, I already saw it before."

Huh? When?

He looked up with a faint smile. "Can you show it to me?"

"But it's unpleasant."

"Who said that?" I bite my lips to avoid his gaze.

"Can you not ask?" I asked, cold. I looked at him again after hearing a sighed, and his smile faded before he gave another smile, but faintly one. He nodded and hugged me tightly.

"Alright then. Just give me another hug. Do you want to go home early today, I'll send you home."

I snagged my face on his shoulder, and nodded.

Did I just hurt his feeling?

"Okay then, let's watch a movie tomorrow instead. I only have a schedule until noon. Would that be okay?"

"Okay. Can I pick a movie for tomorrow?" I asked, hoping that it will be less awkward.

"Is there anything you want to watch?"

Is there? I don't know. I just want to say something back, so I can have a conversation with him. Even if it's the slightest.

"Hmm, I'm not sure..." he chuckles at my words.

"Okay let's go home before I get too greedier, okay?"

I nodded once again.

I don't know why but I'm quite scared of the feelings that I felt right now, all the fluttering and and all of these bittersweet in my throat. Actually, I might lie when I said 'I don't know'.

I'm just a coward.

I'm scared. Because nothing good will happen whenever I feel this way.