I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 26

I stroll down the stairs in look out for Darson. Can I avoid him in his own house? Even so, for how long? I'm starting to think Darson is serious about pursuing me. The way he stood up to his father last night was unexpected. Or maybe he just wanted to piss off his father by mentioning me.

I sigh while my shoulders sag. I still don't know if I actually like him but my uncertainty scares me. If I'm debating whether or not I do then doesn't that say there is a possibility of both. And if there is a possibility of both then there is a chance that I do. If I do then I'm screwed.

Who am I kidding? I was about to let him kiss me yesterday. Can I call that curiosity or that's just me making excuses?

I spot Darson and I immediately hide behind the wall. "Khara, what are you doing?" Oh shoot. I reveal myself with an awkward smile.

"I'm not doing anything."

"Are you hiding from me?" My eyes widen as I go in full protest.

"No. Why would I do that? Let's go eat breakfast and stop talking." I say quickly and head for the kitchen. He follows with a lopsided grin. The kitchen is exquisite and huge. It is way bigger than the kitchen at the penthouse and much more...well expensive.

There is breakfast on the table. I turn around to narrow my eyes at Darson. He shrugs and I take a seat. Pancakes. Nice. I dig in and so does Darson.

After eating we make ourselves to the living room where I pull out my notepad. Darson scrunch his nose at it. "You said you'll cooperate on the interview." I give him a stern look.

He raises his hand in defense. "I didn't say anything." Yeah but your face did.

"What do you like?" I realise that I may have started a bit too deep the last time. I should get a little info on the simple things about Darson then connect the simple things to his difficult side.

"You." The pen drops from my hands and he smirks. That prick. I decide to move on from the question.

"What do you like to do?" He doesn't bat an eye when answering.

"Anything that involves you." He's getting on my nerves. This is my job yet here he is playing these games.

"What do you spend most of your time doing?" I can answer that one myself. Business. He works all the damn time. There's no way I'll agree to this if we were to actually...

"Unfortunately, thinking about you." Why do I have fluttering in my stomach? It's obviously a cheesy thing to say. Does he really though? Think about me?

"Can you take this interview serious? For once." My eyes meet his and immediately softens. He is giving the most innocent smile I've ever seen. Gosh, he acts like he's in his own world.

"I am taking it serious."

"What do you think about magazines?" He doesn't read them so I truly want to know.

"At first I didn't really like them. They spin the truth way too much." Finally a normal answer. "But after I found out you really like magazines and that's your dream job, I started reading them." Scratch that. He's driving me crazy.

"Can you name a few you've read?" I have nothing written on my notepad because so far all he's been spewing is nonsense.

"The ones you edited and were apart of." Darson actually looks proud of himself.

"I'm done here." I stand and slam the notepad down on the chair.

"What? I'm being honest." I turn to him.

"It's whatever. Do whatever." I wave him off and proceed to walk out of the living room.

"I'd like to do you." I hear him mutter before I'm out of hearing distance. His freaking duality is insane. One second he acts cute and the next he's radiating power. One minute he's smiling at me with those beautiful hazel eyes and the next he wants to push me up against a wall. The guy makes my heart pound for all the right reasons and it kills me to admit it.