His Arms

EMMIE POV

When I felt an arm on my shoulder, I flinched. I felt my

heart skip a beat when I heard the baritone voice of Zoren next to

me.

"Don't mind them; they're not worth it for you to worry.

They just come here to flirt with me," he muttered, shrugging his

shoulder. He glanced at me with a smirk on his face. "But sorry

for them because my heart already found the woman I should

love and cherish," he meaningfully added before putting his arm

around my shoulder. My cheeks turned bright red, my heart

pounding fast. What did he mean by those words? Who does he

love and cherish? I have no idea.

I took a deep breath before removing his arm around my

shoulder. A part of me still wanted him close to my chest but I

shouldn't. I need to put some distance between the two of us.

I looked at him straight in the eye with the same stern

look on my face. "So… it was you? The Renzo they were talking

about?" I asked, averting the topic to something else.

"Yes, my dear Señorita." He nodded his word. "My

name is indeed Renzo."

I stared at him blankly.

"So why didn't you entertain them?" I asked,

unconsciously.

"For what?" A chuckle erupted from his lips. "They're

just here to flirt with me. I don't benefit from them," he replied

full of confidence. My eyes automatically landed towards his

moving shoulder. I still can't believe how sturdy and huge it is.

He is like a giant man with an approximate height of 6'0. If you

compare mine to him, I might seem like a small person despite

having an average height of 5'2.

"Be ready Senorita, after an hour we're going to pack

up." I heard him say to which I immediately followed towards

the counter.

Exactly fifteen minutes before ten o' clock, we started

tidying up the place from sweeping to mopping the floor. I was

about to help with the chores when Zoren stopped me. He said I

should just count the money instead and leave all the cleaning to

the gentlemen. My heart would start leaping in joy, being treated

as a princess.

When the clock struck at eleven o' clock, we finally

closed the shop and left all together. Max and I rode with Zoren

in his hammer car. He even opened the door for me to which I

giggled inside.

"Sit next to me, princess." He would then say. I shifted

my gaze towards Max only to find him already sitting

comfortably on the backseat, playing with his phone. I went back

to looking at him and nodded.

"Tell me your place Señorita after we dropped Max."

Zoren then started his engine and maneuvered his vehicle

towards the road.

"Sure," I responded after shifting my gaze on the

rearview mirror of the car. Max was too engrossed in playing on

his phone and up until now, I don't think we made much progress

when it comes to talking. Upon arriving at the doorstep of his

house, he stepped out of the car and turned towards the two of

us.

"Thank you Zoren, Good night, Emmie," Max said,

smiling thinly.

A smile crept into my face.

"Good night, Max," I responded.

After that, we finally went back to the road. Tranquility

filled the gap between the two of us as we made our way towards

the direction of my house.

"Do you want to hear music?" he asked, to which I

glanced at him.

"Sure." I shyly responded.

Zoren motioned forward towards the front and turned on

the radio. He clicked on two buttons before the song started

playing in the background. It was a song sung by Shawn Mendez

entitled Señorita.

Upon hearing it, my brows furrowed a little. I wonder if

he got this nickname he's calling me from this song. As I was

busy listening to the music, I heard him call me.

"My Señorita," he mumbled, slowing down the engine of

his car. He was staring right at me. At that moment, I thought

everything stopped for a second and we were the only people in

the world. As I was starting to get hypnotized by those round

black eyes, his lips curled into a smirk before averting his gaze.

He went back to the normal speed of his car.

I just found it cute, the way he called and looked at me.

I felt my heart rejoicing at his gesture. If my parents

were still alive, I'm sure they wouldn't approve of this. Though,

they give everything to me, I'm not a spoiled brat. I've learned a

lot of work, most especially household chores.

My mother once told me as I grow up, with or without

money, I should learn how to handle chores and never depend on

a maid. I would always crease my forehead out of confusion

since in the first place, we didn't have those.

I grew up in a family where my parents taught me

everything I needed. I wasn’t aware if we were wealthy or not, I

just knew we were surviving. My eyes blinked for several

seconds.

The truth is that during their burials I didn't know those

people who attended the funeral. They just came by, gave their

condolences and left. Only Oddette and her parents were there

on my side.

I felt a warm hand touch my knuckle. When I gazed

upward, I noticed how close Zoren was to me.

My heart started pounding hard, electricity sending me

thousands of bolts in my system.

His mouth opened to speak.

"Are you alright? I was talking to you. It seems like you

didn't hear me." His baritone voice pulled me out of my

thoughts