You Belong with Me

10

Becky POV

As I sat across from Freen, my heart pounded, and I couldn't help but notice how strikingly beautiful she looked in her suit. "Darn it," I thought, "the more I look at her, the more attractive she becomes. No, get a grip, Becky. You're here to settle this and get away as soon as possible."

Freen's sincere apology for her previous behavior caught me off guard. I just smiled, recalling my fake fainting incident. "Hmm, Freen, I think we should not continue with this arranged date," I said, trying to sound resolute.

She paused, setting her fork down and fixing me with a serious look. "Why? Did I make you uncomfortable?" Freen asked, her tone genuine.

I felt a surge of nervousness but kept my cool. "Yes," I replied, though in my mind, I was cheering for this to be the end of our date.

Freen's demeanour shifted, and she looked concerned. "Hmm, I think we're not compatible as a couple. Besides, you're not my type at all," I continued, not holding back.

"In terms of what? My looks, attitude, or style?" Freen asked, her expression serious.

I seized the opportunity to end this charade. "All of it. You're a cold type of person, and not to mention, your face resembles a bunny, especially your teeth," I stated bluntly.

Freen's face turned red, and I thought this was it; she would cancel the date. "You know what, I think you've gotten the message that I'm not interested in you, so I'm going right now. Bye," I said, preparing to leave. However, as I tried to make..e my exit, a sudden splash of water from a nearby table drenched me, leaving me shocked and confused.

Becky stood in shock, drenched from head to toe, as a furious girl accused her of stealing Nop. The girl's words were filled with venom as she spat accusations at Becky, blaming her for taking Nop away because of her wealth.

Bitch, you're the one, the girl Nop's been going out with for money support, aren't you? Just because you're rich, you think you can steal him from me?" the girl seethed, angrily pulling Becky's hair.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Becky retorted, trying to maintain her composure amidst the chaos. "And for your information, I've been with him long before he gained any public attention. You're just an actress who latched onto him because of his popularity."

The situation escalated quickly, and the girl attempted to slap Becky, but before the blow landed, Freen stepped in, protecting Becky from the assault. Calm and composed, Freen addressed the girl, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Miss, please leave her alone," Freen said firmly, shielding Becky from further harm. "You've mistaken her for someone else. She has no connection with the person you're talking about."

The girl was undeterred, continuing to accuse Becky of wrongdoing. Freen, determined to protect Becky, issued a final warning.

"You should leave before I call security," Freen said calmly, her confidence unwavering. "And just so you know, this girl is my girlfriend, and we've been dating long before you came into the picture."

Freen guided Becky away from the confrontation, ensuring her safety and defusing the situation as they left the restaurant together. Becky, still bewildered by Freen's unexpected intervention, followed her out, grateful for the protection.

Becky POV

The incident at the restaurant left me utterly bewildered, but the real shock came when Freen suddenly declared that I was her girlfriend. Her hand firmly held mine as she led me out to her car, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver running through me, partly from the splash and partly from her unexpected statement.

Inside the car, I was still feeling cold and wet, and Freen kindly draped her coat over me. "Thanks," I mumbled, still taken aback by Freen's sudden protective behaviour.

Freen looked concerned as she glanced over at me. "You okay?" she asked, her fingers brushing a few stray wet strands of my hair away from my face. She then reached for a tissue to gently pat the wet spots on my cheek.

Her proximity and her tender actions made my cheeks flush with warmth. "It's okay, I can take care of myself," I replied, trying to regain some composure in the midst of my nervousness.

Freen persisted, "Tell me your address. I'll send you home."

I hesitated, knowing that accepting her offer would only complicate things further. "No need," I insisted, "I can manage, and I have other things to attend to."

Freen didn't give up easily, her concern evident. "It's okay, I insist. Besides, I worry that you might encounter that woman again. Should I send my bodyguard with you?"

Freen seemed persistent, offering to send her bodyguard to ensure my safety. I shook my head, still declining the offer.

I felt my heart race, torn between wanting to escape this situation and being intrigued by Freen's unexpected actions. The tangled web of our arrangement seemed to be getting even more complex, and I wasn't sure how to navigate it.

As we drove, Freen suddenly made a U-turn, heading in a different direction. Panic welled up within me as I asked, "Freen, where are you going? I just asked you to drop me at a bus stop."

She glanced at me while driving, wearing a sly smile. "Because you insisted on not telling me your address, I thought we should go to my condo instead," she replied, her tone laced with an air of mystery.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out what she had in mind, my thoughts wandering back to our previous encounter at the hotel. Sensing my unease, Freen reassured me, "Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything inappropriate to you." It was as if she had read my mind.

Becky couldn't shake off her doubts as she entered Freen's house. She scanned her surroundings, trying to gauge the situation. Freen, however, seemed at ease, inviting Becky to sit in the kitchen while she prepared a meal.

"Ehh, you cook?" Becky asked, genuinely surprised by Freen's culinary skills.

"I'm scared you haven't had lunch after that incident, and I noticed you barely touched your food at the restaurant," Freen replied, her voice soft as she began preparing the ingredients.

Becky blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and appreciation for Freen's considerate nature. Freen's attention to her well-being was unexpected, and Becky found herself admiring Freen's beauty and grace as she focused on the cooking.

While Becky was drawn to Freen, she couldn't ignore the reality that she needed to distance herself. Despite her attraction, she knew getting involved further could complicate their lives even more.