Pretended or Real

Chapter 1 - part 2

Akali's POV

Few days passed since my visit to the Phantom club and I couldn't manage to squeeze Kumi out of my head. It was this hard to let his smile out of my head when we were graduating high school. It took me over a month to stop seeing him everywhere I went. Every time I met him, my mind was wondering about three things, first, can he be serious and stand a relationship, or is he only a playful flirt, second would he even consider me as a possible partner or am I just one of his many 'girls for flit', and third would he ever hurt me, can I trust him? These three always stopped me from falling for his charm. But internally I knew I can't fight it for too long... and if I continue meeting him, I will eventually fall for him again...

And so I found myself in the luxury booth of the Phantom club again. "Ukyo told me you're here." Kumi smiled charmingly as he walked into the booth, closing the curtains behind him. "Do you wait for me every day?" I asked him openly as for the past few times I was here, he always came to spend my visit with him. "You're my favorite customer, by far." he winked and sat next to me, placing his hand on the headboard, turning his body openly to me. I kept sitting stiffly facing the table. 

"Would it hurt for you to look at me?" he asked, his voice sweet as honey. I sighed and turned my head towards him on which he smiled at me and kept his eyes on mine. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked him. "Your eyes are so expressive and beautiful, I can't help it, but get lost in them." his lips curled into a smile, his compliment sending shivers down my spine. "Why do you keep flirting with me like that?" I asked, picking all my courage. "Oh that's easy, firstly, it is my job as a host to conversate and flirt with guests..." he winked seductively "...secondly I simply like you Kali, can't you see?" he chuckled, without breaking eye contact. 

I took a sharp breath and squeezed my hands together. "Oh come on, am I that bad?" he sighed and I realized he is being genuine, he isn't doing this as to an ordinary customer. "I can't say if you're serious or not." I sighed. "Can I prove it in some way?" he asked, reaching for my hand, but I shifted away from him a little. "I guess yes, but I don't know how," I said taking a deep breath. "That's a good start, at least." he nodded, leaning back on the sofa. 

After a little silence I decided to go, so I stood up, but he let out a little whining sound "Oww, don't go, stay a little longer. You can pick a theme for a little talk." he added a charming smile on the end and I don't know how, but I found myself sitting on the sofa again, keeping the gap between us, but close enough to touch him, if I wanted to. "So you are single now?" the question slipped me so naturally, that I didn't have time to stop myself... "Oh so you are interested in me." he smirked winningly "Checking up the battlefield for any opponent?" he winked referring to other girls. "Would you be sweet enough to answer me?" I asked with a sight. 

Normally I would like his personality and his little games, but now, as I asked the most embarrassing question in my head at the time, I simply wanted the answer. "I am as single as you need me." he winked. Did he just give me a hint to make a move? Surely not, he wouldn't, would he? "If you say a word, I would follow," he said, dragging his index finger over his lips, which shot an electric jolt through my body...