Fated to be yours

Chapter 54

Mew is fiddling with his phone, waiting for the awaited message when the device finally dings.

Korn:
We are here, Boss.

He takes a deep breath and pockets his phone. Straightening his already perfect suit, he looks around the private superyacht he has got decorated for the night to make sure everything looks perfect. He hopes Gulf will like it. Adjusting the sunflower bouquet on the table once again, he stands up and looks at Tamp, "Do I look nervous?"

His bodyguard looks at him, expressionless as always, "You want me to be honest, boss?"

He scowls at him, "Of course!"

Tamp nods, "If I don't count the whole day where you have been extra snappy, flipped birds to Sir Mild at least ten times, played with your thumb ring more times I can count - which all are the signs of your nervousness, in the last ten minutes itself you have checked all the arrangements at least ten times, almost walked a hole through the carpet by walking to and fro, counted the flowers in that bouquet twenty-two times, checked your hair in your phone's front camera fifteen times-"

Mew throws him a dirty look, cutting his detailed description in the middle, "You need to shut up."

Tamp as always just nods, "Very well, Boss. However, if I have to say, you do look nervous, but it's just the perfectionist inside you that wants everything perfect for the evening you want to give Sir Gulf, the love of your life. So it's understandable. I assure you everything is perfect, as you have picked everything yourself. You don't need to worry. Sir Gulf will like it."

The words do assure him a little bit. He opens his mouth to thank him but Tamp cuts in, motioning behind him, "Sir Gulf is here." Giving him an uncharacteristic thumbs up, his bodyguard retreats wherever he will for the night, "Enjoy your evening, Boss."

Mew turns around just in time as Gulf comes into view and his breath hitches at the vision in red. His baby is dressed to kill. A full-sleeved deep red top and cream coloured pants, but what makes his eyes go wide is that Gulf literally has his whole chest on display. The deep neckline of his top reached up to the middle of his chest, leaving the caramel skin open for his starved gaze.

Fuck! Is that his tattoo peeking from the opening of his top? Is today the day he will get to see it?

He doesn't even realise Gulf is now standing in front of him as he is busy gawking at his chest. A clearing of a throat makes him snap his eyes up to meet his baby's amused ones and he flushes. Feeling his cheeks going warm, he clears his throat to get a grip on himself and scratches his nape, "Uhh...Hi, how are you?" He wants to facepalm as soon as the words are out of his mouth. "How are you? Really now?"

"You are cute," Gulf grins and takes a step towards him to kiss his cheek. His smile is cheeky when he backs away, "and I am fine. How are you?" he teases.

Sliding his hands around his waist, Mew pulls him closer, gazing into his eyes "Were nervous but now suddenly feeling hot after laying eyes on you. You look gorgeous, my brain is mush right now" he confesses.

Now it's Gulf's turn to blush and he drops his gaze, eyes somewhere on his shirt button. "You look handsome too, as always." He looks at him under his lashes and Mew can't resist, cupping his face he smooches both his cheeks which were now almost as red as his shirt. So fucking cute! Only Gulf can manage to be so cute while looking sexy as fuck.