𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

17

i hummed as the chicken hit my taste buds. this is good, so good. anabelle smiled at me and started eating her steak.

she made me starved for the entire morning so that we could have a good meal at the restaurant. i ordered a chinese chicken salad and bibimbap. anabelle ordered garlic butter steak bites with lemon zucchini noodles.

i realized that the restaurant that she brought me to is a chinese restaurant.

how comes there aren't any chinese waitresses or waiters? they must be the chefs then...

i dipped my chopsticks in anabelle's plate and took up some of her noodles and ate it. she raised an eyebrow at me.

"can we switch?" i asked as i savoured the taste of the noodles on my tongue.

"nope. no one told you to order that. i said order noodles, baby." anabelle pointed the chopsticks at me and i laughed.

"i didn't know it would taste so good."

"next time take my advice." she winked and pulled my plate over to hers and put some of the noodles in it and took some of my steak in exchange. i grinned and thanked her.

we ate in a peaceful silence and a question popped up in my mind. i rested the chopsticks down and looked at the almost finished meal. i used a napkin to dab my mouth and then looked at anabelle who was bobbing her head slightly to the music that was playing.

"i have a question, baby." i said.

"ask away then." she gave me her full attention and her eyes peered into mine.

"why are you planning on dating me? you could have a skinny girl, a way more fit girl, a girl in shape, anyone to be honest. why'd you chose me?" i asked, "i know i seem insecure asking this question but im curious."

anabelle took my hand in hers and placed her other hand on top of it.

"i choose you because you're you. i don't go for body whenever im going to date someone. i go for personality and your personality is what draws me in to you more and more everybody, your body is just a plus. i choose you because you're perfect in my eyes, plump or not. your rolls and stretch marks doesn't define who you are. i choose you because i like you very much and you're very pretty," anabelle grinned at the end and i smiled.

my cheeks were burning from how wide i was smiling and to how much i was blushing.

"i have another question."

she motioned for me to ask.

"you want to take care of me, why?"

anabelle shrugged, "because you're mine and what's mine deserves to be pampered and spoiled."

"and if i say no to being your girlfriend?"

"then you have another option — be my sugar baby. no limits to the money and everything you ask for you're going to get it."

"but what if i want to be your girlfriend and not your sugar baby?"

"then you'll still be spoilt either ways."

"why would you spend your money on me?"

"because you deserve it."

"what if—"

"shh, baby. you're just finding a reason for me tor reconsider this and trust me, i won't. my mind is already made up."

i nodded slowly.

"how much money do you have?"

anabelle looked at me in thought.

"a lot."

"estimate?"

"nearly a billion." i gasped and my eyes widened. i looked at her in shock and she chuckled at my reaction.

"you're rich rich."

"yes, i am." she says and i nodded, processing this information.

☼︎

"a slice of chocolate cake with strawberries alongside with two scoops of cookies and cream ice cream." i ordered.

the waitress wrote down my order.

"and for you, beautiful?"

she battered her eyelashes at anabelle and twirled her hair on her fingers, bracing the clipboard underneath her breasts so that they were spilling over the clipboard.

girl, even my breasts bigger than yours.

she already has her hands full.

"two slices of cheese cake and two cookies."

the waitress wrote down her order and winked before leaving.

i huffed in annoyance and anabelle looked at me.

"she was so straightforward with it. she didn't even hide the fact that she was flirting you! can't she see that you already have your girlfriend sitting in front of you? does she wants glasses?" i muttered to myself angrily and anabelle chuckled at my antics.

"baby, not once did i think about her in a sexual way nor look at her in any way to give a sign that i want her."

"i know. it's not you, it's her! she was having sex with you with her eyes and she– ugh. her breasts are so fake!" i groaned.

anabelle throw her head back and laughed.

"my baby's jealous." she teases.

"damn right i am. you're only mine." i said without even thinking.

anabelle picked up on it and leaned forward on the table.

"im yours, hm?"

"yes." i said with confidence.

she smiled, showing off her pearly whites, "im happy to say im yours, sweet girl."