Awake to my Mr Perfect

Chapter 6

I didn't want to think too much into his words.

"Since you do everything yourself, why don't you just drive yourself? Is it better to hand your life over to a complete stranger?" I asked but he kept silent. I waited for an answer but there was none forth coming. He looked like he was thinking of what to say. Come on!

"It's because I don't want to!" He finally said but that wasn't the answer I was expecting.

"Uh?" After waiting for so long for an answer, this is what I get? "What do you mean you don't want to?"

"I just don't want to. I don't enjoy it particularly, so I prefer being driven around by someone else."

"And risking lives? Tch, it's no wonder your drivers all died!" I folded my arms "So, how'd ya get to work this morning?"

"When I said I didn't like driving, it didn't mean I couldn't. If I didn't want to, I'd just take a public transport." He said and evaded the question. But seeing that his car was at the garage, I concluded that he drove there but what did he say? Did that mean he takes the bus?

"What!?" I exclaimed shocked. That was completely unbelievable. "You're serious? And people in the bus didn't die?"

"Don't worry, they don't dare to attack in public."

"Then why don't you take the bus everyday?" I asked trying not to laugh.

"I can't, it's not good for my reputation!" He said and I blinked in disbelief. Really, that's what he's thinking about? I sighed

"As they say, pride goes before a fall!" I stated while shaking my head. "I don't think I can talk you out of anything. It wouldn't do me good if you're dead or alive. What I care about is money so, " I stretched out my hand "...when am I getting my pay?"

"At the end of the day!" He said and turned to leave but stopped. He looked at me with a disappointed expression on his face. I wondered if I did or said anything wrong. "In that sense, if my father's wife offers you a large sum of money to be a spy, would you do it?" He asked and I froze. Why didn't I think of that before spilling out my greatest desire?

I thought for a while on what to choose. The perfect guy in front of me or money? I contemplated seriously.

My silence must have given him an answer. He nodded with that disappointed expression and said;
"That's...sad to know!" With that, he walked away, leaving me to ponder a little.

I didn't understand why he had that sorry expression. It made me feel guilty in a way but honestly, did I say something wrong? I watched him leave and found myself admiring his retreating figure.

"Even his back is perfect!" I muttered to myself. I couldn't help but imagine how he'd look like without a shirt on. "I bet his skin is soft and smooth like his palm." I drooled at the thought but quickly snapped out of it.

The moment I started having fantasies about Oscar, was the moment I realized I was indeed a girl. Not a girly girl but a girl.

"I don't want to fall for someone simply because he looks good. I need to remember the pain, how it hurt to love someone wrongly. I don't want to feel that way ever again!" I made my resolve and slapped my cheeks and ouch! It hurt!

Even after making my resolve, I still found myself indulging.
"But still, how can a man be this perfect?" I leaned back and found myself falling off the stool. I landed on my head and got a bump. It hurt to hit my head but it wasn't like I wasn't used to it.

I rubbed my bruised head and picked up my cap, which had fallen off.
"This is what daydreaming gets me. Damn boss, he doesn't even know the shit he does to people around him." I sat down on the floor trying to get my head straight.