My Mysterious Guy (The Letters)

Chapter 7

Jake helped Louie pull her long dress as she stepped inside his black Porsche Panamera. He then hopped on the driver seat and took charge of the wheel.

"Are you ready, Lou?", Jake asked Louie as he placed his right hand over her shoulders and his other hand on the steering wheel.

"Yup, Mr. Weirdo," Louie replied trying to annoy him.

"Why do you keep on calling me 'weirdo', Ms. Eavesdropper?"

"Because you're weird and gay," Louie answered giving him an irritating smile.  

 "No, I'm not, Ms. Eavesdropper. Put your seatbelt on, please."

"Ms. Eavesdropper? You can call me whatever you like. I won't be affected. I'm used to putting on my seatbelt. You don't need to tell me."

"What the heck did I do? Why are you acting that way?"

"Nothing, Mr. Weirdo," Lou responded and gave him the biggest smile he could ever have.

"If you're trying to annoy me, Ms Eavesdropper, it's not working. I'm so sorry."

"Really? What if I call you, Mr. Stupid or Mr. Gay? or Mr. Black Bow tie?"

"It's not working, Ms. Eavesdropper. What's with my bow tie anyway?"

"It doesn't look good on you, Mr. Weirdo. Here, let me fix it."

Louie looked up to his eyes down to his neck. She allowed her thumb and her index finger to work on fixing his bow tie while her other fingers lingered on his neck. Jake could smell her addicting scent. He grabbed her hands with one hand, while his other hand started to tickle her.  

Louie tried to suppress her giggling when Jake found her most ticklish spot, but she ended up bursting into loud laughter.

Jake who had fun tickling her, also ended up laughing really hard.

They both slouched in exhaustion.

"Why did you just do that, Mr. Weirdo?", Louie uttered sputtering like an old water faucet.

"Revenge. You were trying to annoy me."

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"That was fun but we're really late for the party."

"Oh! Shit!"

Louie stepped out of Jake's treasured luxury car, and Jake was quick enough to give his hand for support. Louie couldn't help but admire his tenderness.

Cameras were flashing everywhere, taking photos of their every move and Louie felt like she was a celebrity.

Everyone was calling Jake, asking him heaps of questions, one of which she couldn't help but think about: "Is she your girlfriend? How long have you been dating?"

Louie realised what she gotten herself into. She was with a very famous stranger who would be introducing her as his girlfriend to the world. She took a deep breath and told herself, "Just tonight. Just tonight. After this, I'm going back to my old, boring life."

She kept her head high and shoulders back as she smiled and posed for the cameras.

Jake moved his head closer to her ear and whispered, "I thought you don't know how to lie and pretend?"

"Why didn't you tell me you're popular? Are you a supermodel or something?", Louie said trying to avoid his question.

"I'm not but our company is."

"Why didn't you tell me? I should've backed out."

"You didn't ask me anything so I thought you already knew everything about me," Jake explained and beamed at her.

"Stop joking around. I'm serious. I can't do this."

"Please, Lou. Just tonight. Please. I'm sorry for getting you into this, but you're my only hope."

Louie didn't say anything. Instead, she took hold of his hand and made their fingers laced together. Jake tightened his grip as soon as he was aware that they were holding hands, and told her as their eyes met, "Thanks, sweetheart."

They walked on the red carpet with so much confidence and sweetness. No one would think that they were fake. A lot of photographers called them out to look at their direction and pose for their cameras. They were even interviewed by the bloggers and the media, and Jake didn't break his promise: He did all the talking.

It's almost the end of the red carpet when one of the photographers asked them if he could take a photo of them kissing.

They exchanged looks and was mum for seconds.

Jake pulled her a centimetre away in front of him, and slowly moved his lips close to her ears. "Close your eyes. Trust me."

Louie gave in as if he hypnotised her and closed her eyes slowly. Her heart was beating fast and hard against his chest. Her lungs struggled for air. She felt her cheeks turned red as he leaned his forehead on her forehead. Louie could hear his breathing. She was intoxicated by his sexy, musky scent that she found herself inhaling deeply every chance she could. He then cupped her face with his soft hands, and lifted her face towards him.