Chapter 37

"Now get out!". I say glaring at her. Her eyes flame up in anger but I just roll my eyes at her.
"Do not speak to me like that" she says in a warning tone.
"you will not tell me how to speak and most of all, you don't expect me to offer you roses after all you've done to me. In case your daft brain didn't understand me before, I said get out" I say motioning to the door.
"this is a big mistake Francesca, you'll regret it"
"Unlike you, I don't take threats from fools seriously. Now leave. My office just got stained with your negative energy" After one last glare, she thankfully left. I also leave my office and lock it before heading for the hospital's garage.
I see Damien in a black Lamborghini some feet away, he's leaning on the right hand door. He's putting on a black button up silk top and black matching trousers. He seems to be typing away on his phone and of course, everyone seems to notice him and he doesn't even seem to know.
Some group of ladies almost tripped on seeing him, they honest forgot their around a hospital. I shrugged and made my way to him. The garage is a very wide space with different cars and vehicles.
"Hey" I say once I reached his car. He looks up from his phone and his gaze lingers on me for a second before he gazes at his wristwatch.
"You're three minutes late" i huff and roll my eyes. Is he kidding me? His hazel eyes bore into mine and I'm sure he's expecting an apology.
"Aren't you going to apologise?" He asks cocking his head to the side. He doesn't realize we've gained some attention. Passerbys seem to be interested in Damien.
I flick my hair and frown "why will I apologise? I had to deal with something before coming. Plus, this is a hospital, we're always busy"
He raises his brows and I know he's not letting this slide "I know your shift ended thirty minutes ago and so what was so important that you had to keep me waiting for three minutes"
"Jeez Damien, I was just three minutes late, deal with it". I say annoyed.
"I'm very time concious Francesca, I have better things to do than waste my time in a parking lot doing nothing" his jaw clenches and his eyes turn darker.
"Well excuse me but I never asked you to be here. If you so agree that you're wasting your time then please go do the better things you have to do. Oh and sorry Damien. Sorry for being THREE minutes late" with that I get into the other side of the car and start playing on my phone.
Damien enters seconds later and just before he starts the engine he says "you didn't mean it" all hell broke loose. He must be delusional if he thinks I'll apologise again.
I give him a pointed look "what do you expect when a person is coerced into doing something?"
"Genuine confession?" He asks with a little glint in his eyes. His face is rock hard but his eyes give him away. Oh, so he's playing with me. He thinks this is funny!
"F**k you Damien" I say with a huff.
He smirks "Francesca, all you had to do was tell me. So you've been hiding your emotions all along" I gasp in surprise.
What's that supposed to mean? I'll let this drop but that doesn't mean I'll let it slide. He starts driving and I look around his black Lamborghini. It's pure leather just like mine but a little more blackish and sophisticated.
Damien smoothly drives and I rest my head and swiftly close my eyes. I'm awfully tired today.
"We're here" he says minutes later and I head out of the car.
"Bite of luxury? What type of name is that? It's ridiculous". I say out loud examining the surroundings. It's a sleek restaurant with a black and white theme. It's fancy but who the hell just uses black and white for a restaurant? Even the napkins are black and white. We need to get that person some colour. The restaurant is undoubtedly beautiful and luxurious. I see the curious gazes we get and I just feel like yelling "eat your food and stop acting like a sixteen year old who just got a prom date" but of course, I did no such thing. Some of them nod at Damien and he just gives them a blank face. Isn't that a surprise?
The restaurant is not crowded, everyone here seems rich. I look outside the glass doors and notice paparazzi taking pictures vehemently. Okay, when did they get here?
Damien entwines his fingers with mine and I feel the cool feel of his palm. I act neutral as he leads me to a VIP private area again! Can't we just mix with people for once? He releases my hand and I mentally roll my eyes. I know that was just for public show.
Damien and I take our sits. The VIP room is still black and white but luxuriously beautiful. I couldn't help myself so I said again "Ridiculous, the owner of this restaurant really meant business when he said "a bite of luxury" he obviously didn't pay attention to colour. It's almost like I'm in a black and white movie. The restaurant is undoubtedly beautiful but COLOURLESS" I say dramatically while picking up the black and white napkins.
I notice a twitch in Damien's jaw, he clasps his hands together and looks straight at me. His eyelashes flicker up and down as he blinks, which is not a lot of times because he seems to be staring too pointedly at me to blink.
"What if the restaurant was intentionally made with this colour theme?" he asks.
I nod my head "of course, I know that was the plan. But it obviously lacks some colour"
"but that's the theme. It's made for sophisticated people" he says not dropping it. Why is he suddenly interested in this topic?...