Love Theory

Chapter 3

Shen Qiao's POV

I frowned as I stared at the bright pink Ferrari parked in front of my house; my father probably had another guest over.

My father often has guests over for his business as a marketing boss company, but never had I seen someone who came with a pink Ferrari; it wasn't particularly my taste.

The pink Ferrari sprung out of the picture like a speck of pink on a black canvas; I shivered at the thought.

Who in the world; would ever buy a pink Ferrari?

Opening the door, I placed my bag on the ground; the hallway was quiet, so I could clearly hear the footsteps echoing through the hallway as the person came closer.

I crouched down to place my shoes away as I spoke up, "Fathe-" My voice was stuck halfway through my throat as my eyes met a pair of golden phoenix eyes, who was definitely not my dad.

The male looked around his end twenties or beginning thirties, dashingly handsome, but what caught my eye about this man was his long raven black hair falling over his shoulder in waves with a strand of white jumping out in the front.

"I am not your father," the man said teasingly, a smile plastered on his face, showing his teeth.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out, so I shut my mouth again, my eyes trailing off to notice his way too many exposed clothes showing his chest.

"Liking what you see?" He continued poking me with his questions as I ignored him, walking past him.

Where in the world was my father?

"Do you want tea, sir?" He laughed loudly at my words as his footsteps followed closely, probably only three steps behind me.

"You don't even know who I am, and instead, you ask me if I'd want tea; I could be an assassin here to kill you." I ignored his teasing undertone, turning around to face him, and he was closer than I expected.

"If you were an assassin on a mission, you're doing a poor job right now." My heart thumped loudly inside my chest as he took a step towards me, and I took a step back.

He continued this cat and mouse game until my back hit the wall.

"Sir, you must be here for my father; if you want, I could call him since I have no idea what business you have with my father," I said, my voice sounding more confident than I felt with this man leaning so close to me.

He threw his head backwards, laughing loudly, as he took a step back, "who said I am here for your father; perhaps I am here for you." I blinked a few times, letting his words settle in.

"What's your name?" I looked up at him again, our eyes crossing as I noticed the golden specs in his eyes had changed to a soft brown under this light.

"Why would I tell you?" I answered back, trying to hide the slightly weird feeling building inside my chest as I walked into the kitchen, setting the water boiler on as he trailed behind me like a lost puppy.

"Well, I want to name my deer after you; he looks like you." I choked on-air at hearing his words, slowly turning around.

"You want to have my name so you can name your deer after me?" I spoke out each word slowly, carefully to make sure I heard him right.

"Mmm, you understood me right." He extended his hands as I felt myself go stiff, his hand brushing my cheek as his face came closer.

Without a second thought, I gave him a push with my hand on his chest, immediately averting my eyes.