Being Delilah

Suit & Tie

Chapter Three

 As I entered my black Aston Martin One-77, I could feel my throat getting dry. Happens every time I'm nervous.

And can I blame my throat for doing its bad habit? Especially when I'm very nervous. And can you blame me? I'm on my way to meet Aiden Porter at the luxury Le Bernardin. 

How did this suddenly happen? Well, after his first session yesterday, I recieved an email from his secretary saying he wants to start the Friends plan soon. And as soon he means on Friday.

Which is today. And to make me even more nervous, it's at Le Bernardin. I've been there before, with my dad on the grand opening. 

The email also mentioned something about the color red. So I wore something red. The only thing I have in red actually.

As I stopped my car in front of Le Bernardin, a someone opened my door and I gave my car keys to him. He was the valet there. 

"Don't scratch my baby Drake." I teased the valet, also an acquaintance of mine. 

"Have I ever Ms. Rose?" Drake replied me with a smirk.

"Not yet." I winked at him and I went inside the restaurant.

As I went in, I hear Drake laugh. And the waitress asked me, "Reservations?" 

And as she asked me that, she gave me a once over. Not that I mind. It's normal, they want to make sure you're not some moneyless person trying to eat at a fancy restaurant. 

But I still hate it. Especially since I'm using a Michael Kors red dress just so I won't be looked down upon inside this restaurant.

And I guess it worked. Since the waitress suddenly gave me a huge smile, and said, "Ms. Rose? Come this way! We've been expecting you, Mr. Porter has just arrived ten minutes ago!"

"Ah, yes. Of course." I literally wanted to face palm myself right now. Since as we headed to the VVIP room, I noticed that everyone was wearing black or not white. 

I was the only one wearing red. And as I walked even more, I saw a poster stating, Friday Night is Black & White Night! 

I'm guessing Aiden told me to wear red to stand out. If so, that certainly happened. Since everyone was staring at me as I walked. 

I was so thankful when the waitress opened the door to the VVIP room. 

"Here you are ma'am. Enjoy your night, a waiter will come when you press that button over there." She said while pointing to a button next to the light switch. 

"Thank you." I replied politely, while giving her an almost there smile. 

As I take a seat across Aiden, he smiles at me while saying, "I'm glad you could make it. You look stunning as always."

 What a sweet talker.

 "Yes, well, you did ask me to wear red, although no one else seems to wear red. Or any other colors except black and white for that matter." I replied him coldly.

Hinting that I'm angry that he made me look like the odd one out.

 "But of course. Everyone should know that you're not like them. You're more. You're special. And everyone should know that." He told me while looking down at the menu.

"Oh really? Says who?" I asked me while raising one of my eyebrows.

 "Me." He deadpanned.

"Only you..." I muttered under my breath.

"What do you want to order?" He asked me.

"I would love for some pasta. Or something seafood. So I guess I'll order the Pâtes de Fruits de Mer." I said while pressing the bell to call the waiter.

 "Excellent. I'll order the Poulet Carbonara Pâtes Aux Pétonclesthen. I'm guessing you've been here before?" He asked me, while eyeing me closely.

 "Maybe I have, and maybe I haven't." I teased him.

 Before he could reply, there was a knock on the door and the waiter came in.

 We told the waiter what we wanted and ordered a bottle of red wine.

A bottle of Dom. Romane Conti 1997; to be exact.

"I haven't had sex since I've met you. And I'm not sure why." Aiden suddenly said, breaking the silence between us.

I was speechless.

"Well, that's good. I see that you're making progress. It seems like you truly do wish to change." I replied him casually.

"Let me make it more clear, I tried to have sex with two to three girls after meeting you, but every time I should penetrate her. You keep on invading my mind. And I just stop right away." He told me while one of his hands went through his hair.

As I cleared my throat, I asked, "And why do you think that happens?"

"I think it's because I've fallen for you. And that's why I would always feel guilty and disgusted with myself whenever I'm trying to have sex with someone other than you." He replied while looking at me intensely.

Before I could reply him, the waiter knocked and came in with our food.

And I couldn't take it anymore.

I stood up and ran out of the restaurant like a mad man. Or in this case, a mad woman.

And Aiden yelled out my name calling me, but I ignored him.

As I went outside in the cold, windy New York night, I yelled, "Drake, my car. NOW!"

"It's been on stand by right there ever since you hand it over to me." Drake replied coolly while grinning.

I kissed his cheek, slipped 50 bucks into his pocket, and said, "Thank you."

Before I could even pull the door open to enter my car, someone held a firm grip on my right hand.

Yanking me to face the other way. And of course it was Aiden.

An angry, tired, and frustrated looking Aiden.

"Where are you going?" He asked me sharply.

"None of your business. Now hands off. I have to go." I deadpanned him, while trying to yank my hand out of his strong hold.

"Was it what I said earlier?" He asked me softly.

Almost like he's vulnerable. And I could even hear a tinge of worry in his voice.

I tensed up, remembering what he said, and I replied him, "Maybe yes, maybe no. Now let me go before I scream bloody murder!"

Before Aiden could even reply, a swarm of paparazzi surrounded Aiden, and asked him multiple questions at once. While taking shots of him.

And by doing so, Aiden's grip on my hand loosen, which made me yank my hand away from him successfully.

As I entered my car and drove away. I could hear Aiden yelling my name. But again, I ignored it.

And as what he told me earlier passed through my mind, my heart beats faster, I drove faster, and I can't help thinking about the past.

My past. My untold past. My unknown past.

A past I've tried so hard to forget.

It came clashing into me, making it renowned and unforgettable.

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**A/N :

There you have it. Sorry it seems wacky, I had to make it that way since there's gonna be some major changes to this story.

Won't update unless I have 30+ reads on this chapter. And a minimum of 3 votes and 3 comments.

Thank you for reading.