CHAPTER 62

CHAPTER 62

Love pov

When we passed by on Crizza, her face is really something you won't forget. Her frown is remarkable. Why? Because her thick eyebrow pencil is on one line. Let's put a grade of 95 on her breast because it’s big. It shouts like you can't ignore me. I didn't saw if she stamped her foot or something but I was hoping that she did. You know? Like those kids whose parents won't let them buy the toys they like.

"Did you know what you say back there?" Emerson suddenly asks as we walk out of the club.

"What did I say?" I asked, confused.

The night is freezing. Emerson might have felt it too because he put his coat on my shoulders to ease the cold breeze.

It looks natural on him to offer his coat to a woman in need. I thought of the women who he might have done it. I shook my head to erase such thoughts.

"The one where you said that we'll go home on my apartment." Emerson said as he opened his car's door and guides me in it.
Oh! That one.

Is he asking me to go home with him? I asked myself as Emerson closed my door and walk on his side of the car.

When he's already settled on his seat I looked at him and he looked at me in the eyes.
I was thinking to say that it’s just for a show but I can't say it because deep in my soul, I also wanted to stay with him. To be with him in the next hours or so. I don't know what got in me and I just wanted to be with someone. Specifically, him.

So in order to say that, I looked away on him and look at the window, viewing Marlow's entrance. "It’s for a show since you say that I'm your girlfriend." I stated, controlling my voice so it won't look disappointed.
He started the ignition and maneuvers the car so we could now go home. Yes, home. "Well, I think you may have to pretend in the next few hours to be my girlfriend." He said and that made look at him because of confusion.

"Why?" I asked, creasing my eyebrows.

"That's because Crizza is now following us." He said, shrugging. What?! "See for yourself." He added, he might have seen that I am in shock. I don't know why he's sighing. Is it because we needed to pretend again or because Crizza following us.

I did what he said and look at the back. The car is far from us but even though it’s night; I saw a white audi following us. A woman is driving and by the looks of it, she really looks like Crizza.

"You've got to be kidding me." I said.

"I wish I am." He replied at me.

"Why she's following us." I asked him in confusion, returning on my seat.

"That's because she is Crizza." He said, acidly. "He knew me." He added.

"He knew that I'm not dating anyone and wouldn't want to." He continued.
"Why she knew that?" I asked.

"I thought my feelings for her way back ago was real. I never thought that it’s just...." He paused and sighs. "Lust" He said silently. "I pour out my feelings and she turned me down. That's when I say to her that all women will be the same as her and that I won't be dating anyone if women are like her." He finally said.

That made me understand the situation."You know, that's women's line." I said.

Then he glances at me. "What is?" He asked.

"Those women are all the same." I said. "Us, women, when we are being betrayed by the man we love, we always say that men are all the same. We cursed every possible men specie on earth, you know?" I said, smiling.

Then he chuckles. "So are you saying that I'm turning in to a woman?" He asked, grinning at me.

I chuckled. "Maybe yes, maybe no." I tease.

"When we reach my apartment, you'll figure it out." He said, smirking."If it’s a yes or a no." He added again.

Then like a tease that I am. "Why? What will you do?" I asked him. It’s more like a challenge though.

"You just have to wait and see." He said. Again, smirking.

"Anyway, I never agreed to go to your apartment." I said to him. You don't agree? You wanted to. "We could just go to my apartment." I added.
"Yes, you didn't agree with it. You suggested it, remember?" He said, teasing me. "And that sweetheart will come true." He added. "I'm your sexy and hot genie in a bottle." He finally said, grinning at me.

Shaking my head I did not thought that I am staring at him. The way he said that he's sexy and the way grins, it’s like a spell in my mind that's replaying every minute.

"You know that's gross." I said.

"What's gross? Me being sexy and hot?" He asked, pouting.
Yes, he's pouting again at me. I chuckled.

"Yes, that one and the other one you said like you're a genie in a bottle." I said.

He looked at me, confusing. "Why being me a genie in a bottle is gross?" He asked.
Hahahha..

"You know Christina Aguilera's song?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I'm a man. I wasn't supposed to listen to Christina's song." He said.

"Not because you're a man, doesn't mean you're not allowed to. You just don't want to." I said, sticking out my tongue.

"So going back to the question of mine. Why it’s gross?" He asked again.
"That's supposed to be a joke and now that you didn't listen and heard it, that would be corny." I said, looking annoyed.

"Oh no, tell me and I'll laugh." He said, teasing me. He's actually smirking at me.
"Ha.ha.ha." I said rolling me eyes at him.

"Tell me." He said.

Oh dear Lord of comedy please bare me with this corny joke I'll be saying.
"It’s gross because if you're a genie, I'll be rubbing you in the right way." I said rolling my eyes and looking away. "The song's like if you want to be with me, I can make you wish come true. I am genie in a bottle; you gotta rub me in the right way." I said, speed singing it. I look at the road to ease the corniness I just say.
Then I heard him laugh. That's too corny and he laugh? Humor.

"I'm gonna listen to her song in the future.” He said, chuckling.

"Whatever." I said.

"That was funny." He said.
I still don't want to look at him. It’s awkward.

"Talking about humoring a woman" I said.

"No, really. You made laugh." Emerson said.

"You laugh because of my awful voice." I said. Still looking outside. The street is very busy. We are now near his apartment. "Or because it’s too corny."

"You have a beautiful voice. That's true." He said. "Look at me." He added. "Please?" He continues

So he laughs because it’s corny?
I’m gonna kill this man in the future.
Kill with what?
With love?
Ugh! Absolutely not.

Then I slowly turned to look at him. I met his eyes and he's smiling. I wanted to laugh because of that encounter but I maintain eye contact. I always maintain eye contact.

When his smile almost went to his ears I can't help but start to laugh. Laughing my heart out. Not that virgin laugh. But those laugh where your mouth is wide open. The laugh I never thought I would do again.
Emerson did the same and hearing him laughing makes me laugh even more.

Too much laugh words right?

"If you continue to laugh that hard, you might fart." I teased.

Then he looked at me and stopping his laugh but he didn't made it successful and burst again in to a hysterical laugh.

Yes, laugh.

Emerson looks at his side mirror and glanced at me "She's still following us." He said when he stops laughing.

"Well it looks like we'll be straightening on your apartment after all." I replied.

Emerson nodded his head. When I look at him, he's in his deep thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

"Millions sweetheart, not penny." He replied, teasing me.
Then tilting my head, I said. "Well then, don't tell it. I'm not going to spend my million for your thoughts. You can keep it to yourself." I said, rolling my eyes on him. Leaving him to chuckling at me.

Emerson pov

I don't know when was the last time I laugh hard like I laughed just now. But it feels like, I'm human again.

She's the only person who made me laugh that hard. I mean, yes, when I'm with my family, I always smile and I'm happy and laugh some times. It’s just, this time, it’s different.

"We're here." I said as I parked the car on my private parking lot in the apartment I'm in.

"Yeah, looks like it." She said.

"Don't open your door, let me." I said to her. Yes, I'm a gentleman, remember.

I didn't heard her say something when I got out of the car but when I open her side, she grin at me.

"Thank you, gentleman." She said as she lower her head and does a lady way bow.

"It is my pleasure, my lady." I said.

Talking about pleasure

I was a lucky bastard when she leave the topic of my thoughts because if she insisted it. I'll be lying to her. I wouldn't say to her that I'm thinking of the kisses we shared in my apartment, those flirty things she did a while ago at Marlow's and her beautiful face.

I think I might have to take a cold shower.

Love pov

"I think if she followed us here, she might have seen that your car went inside the building." I said to Emerson as he nods at me.
"In that case, I think you can just fetch me a cab so I can go home." I suggested.

"That would be an ungentle man way." Emerson said as we walk towards his private lift.

Men and their ego. Yeah sure!

"Why don't you have a coffee or something and let me be a perfect gentleman who will ride you home?" He suggested.

"Well, I'm already in the elevator anyway." I said, shrugging.

"Yeah." Emerson said.

In that moment, I felt the atmosphere changed. I can sense it, something will happen when we got out of this elevator.
I just know it.