A date

Emma POV

As I stepped down from the black Tesla, I held onto my purse, feeling the calm breeze tousle my hair backward. Feeling the anticipation building up in me, I looked ahead of the restaurant. It's warm light beckoned in the dark night. I walked inside the restaurant, hearing the soft murmurs of people as most of them quickly recognised who I am. They might have seen me a few times in magazines and on the runway.

The waitress with a welcoming smile guided me to the VVIP lounge, where Alexander was waiting. As I walked inside the room, my eyes immediately landed on him. He sat down across the table, dressed in a dashing tailored dark blue suit and black tie. He looked as if he had stepped out of a realistic painting.

When our eyes met, he stared at me intently before rising up from his seat with a charming smile gracing on his lips as he pulled out a chair for me. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and confusion on why he was treating me like this. This was just a dinner but he was doing too much. 

Taking my seat, I rose my head to meet his gaze. "Why are you doing too much as if this is a date? The flowers and light aren't they a bit too much? Even your dressing?" I asked.

He continued to smile as he leaned his back against the seat. 

"Well, you can call this a date," he teased, his eyes moving to the menu tab.

"What would you like to eat?" He asked nudging his head towards the menu tab. I grabbed it before scrolling through.

"Just cooked steak accompanied with baked potato and sautéed green beans," I said, stretching the menu to him. "Any red wine would be okay for me."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I would be having anything you eat," he replied turning to the waitress and he handed the menu tab to her.

"So how was your day?" He asked with a warm smile. I stared into his eyes which had no trace of malice or bad intentions. He looked clean and calm. A good gentleman, someone that was slowly peaking my interest. But I still need to be careful.

"Well the day was quite relaxing for me as I spent most of my time reading books at home," I said.

"You love books?" He asked tilting his head.

"I love reading books and also painting," I replied.

"Well I love spending my time painting and being alone away from others," he said, the smile on his face slowly fading away.

"Not to sound rude but could you please tell me what happened to your wife? How did she die?" I asked.

His brows furrowed. "She didn't actually die. She left me after one year of our marriage."

"When I first saw you at the mall I thought that was her for a second. The both of you shared same features," he continued.

So his wife didn't die? Hmm. Then why did he lie to me about her dying. I need to be more careful with this man. He may appear kind and warming but I do not know what is up in his sleeves.

"Why did she left you?" I asked.

"We had some misunderstandins and she filed for divorce. After that she flew out of the state and I haven't heard from her since then," he sighed.

"That must have been really hard for you," I said. 

"I loved her," he bite his bottom lip in frustration. My eyes slowly caught sight of his hand clenching into a tight fist on the table. 

"She made me fall in love with her and then she left me," he slammed his hand onto the table with anger and I flinched slightly taking aback.

He slowly stood up from his chair. "Please tell me you are Tayla my beloved wife and you just reincarnated into the body of another woman."

"I am not Tayla."

He slowly dropped his hand back to his side and his expression softened upon seeing the shock written on my face.

"I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I lost control of myself," he said.

My frown deepened and I opened my mouth to speak when I heard the door opened.

Once I reach home, the first thing I would do is block and delete his number from my phone because I do not understand him. Does he still have feelings for his ex wife or what?

"The food is here. We should eat," I said before he would say more.

As we continued to eat, I noticed that he was staring at me more than he was eating. I felt very comfortable but continued eating and acted like as if he wasn't there.

Once I was done eating, I stood up from my seat.

"Thank you," I said.

He stood up also. "I should drive you home."

"You don't have to worry about that. My driver will come pick me soon." I said.

"I insist," his jaw clenched.

"Thank you for the meal Mr. Alexander. I have a driver that is waiting for me outside," I said turning around to leave.

"Till we see again Ms Emma," he muttered. 

Reaching my apartment, I pushed the door open and before I take a step inside, I paused there. My mind went back to my purse and I looked at my both hands to see that I was not holding anything except my phone.

At the thought that I might have forgotten it at the lounge, I quickly called Alexander on the phone. Luckily for me, he was still at the restaurant and he told me to send him my address and he would come give me my purse at my apartment. But after what happened with him at the lounge, I didn't want him to know my location so instead I told him that I would come get it myself.

I pressed my hand on the scanner and once it scanned through, the door opened for me and I saw Olivia with the trash can.

"You are back," she said.

"Yes," I nodded. "When you are done get me a cup of coffee in my room."

"How was it?" She asked.

I frowned slightly. "He lied to me about his wife. His wife didn't die but she divorced and left him."

Olivia brows furrowed and she frowned. "You really need to be careful of him now. Who knows if he is still married to her and have kids?"

"We won't be crossing paths with each other after tomorrow," I muttered.

She looked at me intently. "What do you mean?"

"I forgot my purse in the restaurant and I would be going to get it myself from his house tomorrow," I said.

"What?" Olivia looked at me with anger written all over her face. "What if this is a trap set up by him? Why didn't you tell the chauffeur to get it from his house instead of you?"

I sighed. I should have called David to drive to his home to get it. 

"Ohh," that was all I could say as I reached out for my phone to try calling Alexander that my driver would be coming instead but his number wasn't reachable.

I returned my gaze back to Olivia who was still frowning.

"What now?" She asked.

"Well his number isn't reachable," I sighed.

"I'm just gonna go over to his house tomorrow morning and get the purse," I said walking past her.

"Emma you really need to be careful of this man," Olivia scolded and I ignored her climbing the stairs up to my room.