I Want Him

Chapter Nine: Lunch Date

     Mila's P.O.V
I didn't want to dress up too much, b u t at the same time I wanted to be presentable. After all I do have an image to maintain. If I wasn't a celebrity I would so up with all kind of skin showing just to temp Christian only to deny him. Cruel? Maybe, but at least I'm on the side where all the fun is. I dressed in skinny jeans, a pink off shoulder top, and Jimmy Choo stilettos. My hair us pulled back into a high ponytail and I'm wearing custom Channel earrings. Yes, I said custom, I have my connections. To complete my look I'm carrying my Channel clutch just in case I have to either pay for my own meal or Christian comes up short. There is nothing worse than  being on a date with a man, looking all sexy for him, I'm talking about that "Here Kitty Kitty" sexy, and when the check comes your man looks the other way. Oh hell no! Now if I invited you out then I'll pay, but if that ain't the case you better call Auntie Myrtle or somebody to help you, because after I pay my half I'm out. Don't order it if you can't pay for it that's my motto.
     When I push through the doors of the seafood restaurant I am immediately greeted by stares as gasp. The story of my life."Mila!", Christian yells from the back of the restaurant. I walk through all of the starring eyes feeling awkward. They're just starring! No one is wave or anything, but if I snap at them it will be in the magazine with some article calling me a diva. I'll be nice today.
    I sit down in front of Christian, had on a black button up Versace shirt, with the matching black pants, and plain Timberlands. His shirt was open, making do a double take. And he smells so good. "So how is your day so far?", he asked casually. "My day is going okay I guess. What about your day? Having a good on?", I ask. "It seems to be getting better by the minute.", he replied back. The waiter comes to take or orders. I order the seafood basket. Christian sat back in his seat and has the nerves to say."Can I have an order of oysters please? " My eyebrow raises, but I hold my tongue. He has got to be kidding. But he was serious.
     Our food took a while to be prepared but it was worth the wait. I was in the middle of eating one of my many shrimps when I heard Christian moan out loud. I look up at him already knowing the game he was trying to play. He was circling his tongue around the oyster as if it were a clit. I won't lie his tongue did have me in a trance, the way it seemed so rhythmic. "Like what you see, Mila?", he asked seductively. I rolled my eyes. "You're gonna try a lot harder than that to get what you want.", I shot back. "Me? You know you want it just as bad as I do.", he says. I raise my eyebrow for the second time."Do I?", I ask sarcastically. "Yes, you do. You don't have to lie to yourself, I already know want.", he stats. So he thinks he flipped the script on me. Oh no, this is my game and I always play it well. Buckle up Christian. "What I want is some damn respect. I came her to have lunch, as in a meal. Not to sit and watch you sex an oyster. What the hell is wrong with you? What? You've never been on a date with a lady before?  I should slap the piss out of you, coming at me like that. I already told you, you have to earn your way back in between my legs. So if you can't act like you have some damn home training and have a normal conversation then just forget it.", I say. I stand up from my chair, throw my money on the table and walk out. Now let's see how his ass is going to react to this one. If he's wanting to apologize he'll probably give me a couple of days before he text or calls. But, if he thinks he messed up a good thing he'll be calling or texting tonight.
     I'm at home taking a much needed bubble bath. Work, advertisements, and plus dealing with Christian had me tense. I might have to book a spa appointment tomorrow. I could use a break. I'm thinking about taking my career to the next level, and I can't do that without a clear mind. My phone chimes. A text from Christian. It's only 7:25, damn I'm good.
Christian: Sorry about earlier. I was out of line.
Me: Yes, you were
Christian: I didn't mean anything by it.
Me: Yes you did.
Christian: Let me make it up to you.
Me: I'll think about it☕
     I lock my phone and continue with my bath. I hear another chime but ignore it. I'm not going to give him an answer until tomorrow. Maybe I shouldn't answer at all just to get a rise out of him. So far I live playing this game with him. He makes it too easy, but I won't let my guard down to be blinded when he starts playing hard ball.
     It's about 8:30 and I'm out at a local Chinese restaurant eating Crab Rangoon and Boneless Spare Ribs. I didn't feel like cooking tonight. The food is good but I wish I could actually take more than one bite. So far I've signed eleven autographs and have taken at least thirty pictures. Times like these I wish is was still an ordinary girl. Because I know if this was about five years ago, none of these people would give a damn about me. It's funny how that works. One minute your living off a Subway paycheck and paying student loans, and the next your considered a four star celebrity and the world loves you. There was a time when the only time a guys wanted my attention wad to get some, but now they "worship"  my image. That's actually when I realized that fame only changes people sometimes, but the people around you will be like a revolving door. My phone rings and I pick up. "Hello, Mila Amora speaking.", I answer. "Mila, hey how have you been?", the voice says. Can I catch a break! It's my sister, Elisa. Why she calling my phone I don't know. Who gave her my damn number?  "Can I help you?", I say with an attitude. Lord, please don't make me have to cuss this Bitch out in front of all these people. "Dang sis. How long has it been?", she asked innocently. Typical Elisa. "Elisa what the fuck do you want?", I ask raising my voice, i don't have time for this mess. "I just called to see how my sister was d doing.", she shot back. "Bullshit you don't call unless you want something so what is it?", I say almost yelling. Elisa about to make me throw my class out the window. "You still tripping on that? That was all the way last year.", she said. To avoid causing a scene I hang up the phone. Every time something is going good for me this nasty bitch always has to pop up out of nowhere.
     Last year I was an seconds from getting married to my high school sweetheart, he found each other and picked up from where we left off. Dorian was the love of the life, but apparently I wasn't his. Just before the pastor pronounced us man and wife Elisa busted through the church doors. "Dorian you can't marry her!", she hollered. There were cameras everywhere and she was trying to show out. "And why not?", I asked confused. "Because he loves me. Dorian come home, it can be you, Me, and our family.", she exclaimed. "What family?", Dorian asked. "I'm pregnant baby.", she said. I threw off my veil and changes towards her. I punched her dead in the face. "You little bitch!  How could you do this to me!", I screamed.

*Now that you know how the lunch date went, what do you think? What do you think about Elisa?