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Chapter 9

Chapter 9

            I raised an eyebrow while Lucca sips on his champagne. He flashes me his heart-melting smile but I glare at him instead. I haven't been the happiest person since I arrive in this fancy restaurant which was around fifteen minutes ago. He was late (he came at eight fifteen instead of eight) and my stomach was rumbling like a dying whale. Then, he dragged me into his car and decided that it would be fun to mess with me and blind folded me throughout the entire ride. As soon as we arrived in this fancy restaurant, he walked into the restaurant himself, completely forgetting about me in the car. I took the blindfold off myself and walk into the restaurant alone.

            To say I'm mad would have been an understatement of the year, I'm beyond furious!

            His ways of making up is by ordering my favourite food, salmon pasta with creamy sauce, and a bottle of wine which he promised I can bring home the bottle if I want to. He has been flashing me those smiles, hoping that I would melt and bam! He is forgiven.

            Not so fast young man! I huffed internally.

            He flashes me another smile again, but I continue glaring at him. The night is young and I'm not planning on forgiving him, ever! My stomach has been rumbling for hours and it's getting louder every second the food is not serve. A very cute young blonde man who happened to be seated right beside us has been flashing me a flirtatious smile and I have been returning them too but as soon as my stomach rumble, he loses his interest and went back to his food.

            No, come back to me you blond cute thing, I almost groaned out but stop myself.

            Lucca sigh, "Come on, Sunshine. You can't stay mad at me forever, can you?"

            I huffed, crossing my arms, "I can and I will."

            "Look, I'm sorry okay? But I got caught up at work and then my girlfriend called; I guess I got carried away chatting on the phone with her. I'm sorry okay, I really am."

            I glare at him, "Sorry wouldn't cut it. Now, I lost my chance with the cute looking guy over there. It's not fair!"

            He blinks rapidly at me, "So, you're mad because of that and not because I am late?"

            "It has to do with you too." I stick my tongue out at him.

            "How?"

            Before I could answer though, the food came and I dig into my salmon pasta as soon as the waiter places it on my table. I don't care if I look like I don't have a table manner. I'm hungry, screw what the world thinks!

            "Slow down," Lucca grumbled, "You look like you haven't eaten in ten years."

            I shook my head but decided not to answer. If he only knows how strict my mother was when it comes to eating. I was only allowed to eat twice a day, lunch and dinner. Eating breakfast before a photo shoot is frowned upon in the modeling industry. So, since my mother is my own manager, she controls everything. From the shirts I wear, to the friends I hang around with. I am only allowed to hang out with models and rich kids; which was probably why most people in high school thought I was this stuck-up Barbie.

            But whatever, I have run away from that miserable part of my life. I'm starting new with my three roommates! Rachel and the band! I giggled at the thought. Lucca gave me a weird look but I shake my head telling him I have just thought of the funniest joke ever. I told him about Rachel and the band and he chuckles in amusement but doesn't disagree nonetheless.

            We finished our food and argued like a couple on who is going to pay for the entire dinner. Secretly, I'm hoping that Lucca would insist on paying as I don't think I have enough cash with me tonight. The bottle of wine itself is more than $100. Rich people, I tell you, they just love to brag the money they have!

            "I am paying for this and you cannot stop me." he gives his card to the waiter and asked him to walk away. I scowled and gave him a glare but deep down I'm doing a happy dance. Glad that there's no need for me to waste my money on almost a thousand bucks dinner ($990 for the entire meal, I have no idea what Lucca ordered that cost so much).

            The waiter returns and gave Lucca his card back whilst he sign the receipt. He pushed me towards the front door and this time, he opens the car door. I didn't thank him though; I'm still kind of mad at him. But I think he may have thought that I have forgiven him as he keeps smiling smugly at himself.

            "I haven't forgiven you." I said, breaking the silent as we are thirty minutes into the drive. I can see that we are close to our home, 10 more minutes at most. I grinned goofily at the thought of 'our' home. The penthouse has been more of a home to me than the house in France which I have been living for years.

            "Oh, come on!" he groaned but his eyes remain on the road. Good, I thought. If he is to look at me, his head would be throbbing in pain. "You can't stay mad at me forever."

            "Yes I can and I will." I stick my tongue out like a child, and then smile as wide as Cheshire cat, "Unless you buy me an ice cream with mint flavor."

            "Why do you want an ice cream at this kind of weather?" he asked indecorously.

            I pout, "I don't know, but I have been craving for it for a long time. Please?"

            He sighed, "Okay, I'll bring you a tub of ice cream tomorrow."

            I raised an eyebrow, "Going somewhere?"

            He nods with a grin, "Yeah, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend. She just came back from a meeting she is an heiress to her father company. So, we have a lot of catching up to do."

            I scrunch my nose in disgust at the hidden meaning, "Gross."

            He shrugs with the wide grin still intact on his face, "I'm a guy and I have a very hot girlfriend so, sue me."

            He drops me off at our apartment building and drove off. I chuckled at his excitement. It's good to see that he is happy, spending time with Andrew and Nicholas can turn your mood as sour as theirs. I shudder at the thought of becoming as grumpy as they are.

            I ride the elevator alone but give a smile in acknowledgment for the sixty-year old man who is always there to press the elevator button (I have no idea what the profession is called). The elevator door opens as I reach my floor. I wave goodnight to the man and step into the hallway. I decided not to use the private elevator like I did on the first day.

            I enter the pass-code and slip into the penthouse, kicking my heels off. It has been a long day and I have classes tomorrow. I groaned at the thought of meeting thousands of people who seem to despise my present.

            "Where have you been?" I heard a voice asked from the empty and dark penthouse.

            I did the only thing I can think of, I screamed bloody murder.

AN. I hate this new Wattpad writing tool. Anyway, I wrote this under 20 minutes so if there are any errors, I apologized. Don't forget to tap that little star button.