We're Friends

Then I called my boss at the record company and explained to him what happened and how I was on my way in give my notice. I explained to him how much I liked working there, but my painting was now going to become a full-time job.

He congratulated me and told me if I ever needed a job he would take me back.

We arrived back at Mu Kai penthouse as he took my suitcase upstairs. I followed him and fell back onto the large comfy bed.

He looked down at me.

"Do you like this bed?"

I smiled.

"Yes, it is the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in."

He held out his hand to help me up.

"Are you up for some dinner food?"

I smiled as my stomach growled.

"Sounds delicious."

We walked down to the kitchen where Mu Kai opened the drawer, pulled out a menu and sat on the bar stool next to me.

"What do you like to eat?"

I leaned closer as his scent filled me with excitement. So I wanted to respond, I like you, but that would not be a cool move.

"Anything, you pick." I told him.

He looked at me.

"So sweet and sour beef, chicken fried rice, Sichuan clams and fried mushroom?"

"That's a lot of food Mr. Mu, is anyone joining us?" I widened as I heard his suggestion for the order.

"No, I'm going to make sure you eat." He said.

I rolled my eyes and then held my hand over my cut.

"Ouch." I cried.

He smiled as he looked at me.

"Stop rolling your eyes at me and it won't hurt."

"Then stop making me roll my eyes at you and I will." I cut him.

He chuckled and grabbed his phone to call in the order. He poured us some wine and led me to the living room where we sat on the couch.

The fireplace was on and had warmed the room nicely. I sat with my leg under the other and faced him.

"I want to know more about you." I told him.

He looked surprised as he responded.

"What���s to tell?"

I took in a deep breath.

"We're friends right?"

He nodded his head.

"Of course we are."

"Friends know things about each other. It doesn't have to be intimate or deeply personal things, but I want to know about where you come from and your family or even your business. Of all the time we have spent together hanging out, you have never told me anything about your family other than I know you have a sister who is an interior designer. You know a lot about me, and I know nothing about you. I feel like this friendship is one-sided Mr.Mu."

He stared at me as he drank his wine, being cautious as to what he was going to say to me. He ran one hand through his hair.