As Xavier and I entered the restaurant, the whole place went silent, except for the slight gasps and awed whispers. A pretty blond waitress came up to us.
"Good day, Mr Reyes" , she simpered batting her fake eyelashes at him, and completely ignoring me. However, I was slightly pleased to see that Xavier payed her no attention at all and simply walked to a corner table which was marked Reserved and sat down.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly, and I realised that I was still standing and staring at him. Blushing furiously, I hurry to the table as casually as possible and take the seat opposite him. We sit in silence until the waiter comes up to us with menus.
"Mr Reyes" , he greets with a formal bow.
Xavier hardly looks at him, or the menu. "I would like to start with the French onion soup, followed by creamed chicken truffles and Chinese rice. I'll have my usual bottle of Pouilly Fumé and I won't drink it if it isn't chilled to perfection."
The waiter is writing Xavier's order and, when he is done, he walks away without even asking for my order, leaving us in silence. Xavier is once again on his phone, and I feel so awkward sitting there mutely. I reach to pick up the cutlery and nervously put it back again. I clear my throat and, finally, Xavier looks up from his phone and cocks his head to the side, regarding me with a calm expression.
"Ok Miss Greene" , he said in a resigned voice. "You can ask the questions now."
I look at him, my brain slowly processing what he just said. Did he mean that I could ask him any question about him? How did he even know that I had questions about him? The real truth is that I want to know why he left me so suddenly on Friday night and why he was so hell bent on following me around now. However, I can't seem to find a polite way of asking the question
"Well Miss Greene?" , he asks.
"Why do you always call me Miss Greene?" , I blurt out suddenly.
He looks taken aback for a second and, to be honest, I am too.
"Well" , he says, after thinking for a few moments, "I never really call people by their first names. Its a bit informal and I thrive on formalities. I prefer not to call people by their first names and people always call me Mr Reyes. Kind of like a sign of respect, I guess. Besides, you don't call me Xavier. You call me Mr Reyes."
"That's because you are like way older than me", I say, blushing a little guiltily.
"Don't make me seem so old" , Xavier says with a faint grin. 'I am twenty twenty-five, turning twenty-six next year. Surely that isn't too old for a seventeen-year-old like you."
"Still ", I say, laughing a little, "you're older than me and I can't be disrespectful". He grins this time and I notice how his eyes light up when he does.
Gosh, he is gorgeous.
"So what about your parents" , I asked. "Do they call you Mr Reyes as well?'
"To my parents, I am Plain Old Xavier" , he says with a faint twitch of his lips.
"Oh, and what do your girlfriends call you?", I say trying to make it sound casual, but, from the look he gave me, I probably failed miserably.
"Miss Greene", I dont do the whole girlfriend thing" , Xavier says, and there is a smirk in his voice.
Oh. I though the girls in the pictures were his girlfriends. Why doesn't he do the girlfriend thing. Is he...
"Are you gay?', I blurt out, and immediately, I want to face palm myself. I really need a filter to prevent my thoughts from coming out of my mouth.
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Addicted to the Billionaire
Romance"So what do you want", I said, looking into his deep green eyes. "I thought it was obvious. I want you, and I'm going to get you". "And what makes you think you'll get me", I said, sarcastically. He looked at me with an amused smile. "Haven't you be...
