The Billionaire

Part 22 Mia

Living on my own. I choose to live on my own first before actually moving in with Christian. Because, like I said, I'm still young, I'm only 21. And I barely even know this man. If I'm being honest, when the coffee shop thing happened, I thought it would just be a fling. I never expected it to become something like this. Because, right now, it feels like a life or death situation. And besides, he is THE Christian Black. It's  big deal. Every girl wants him. If they find out I'm living with him, paparazzi's would be lining up in front of my house, and girls would be sending me death threats.

'Christian.' I finally speak up. 'Yes, Mia?' A reply comes. 'I want to go.' I say as I look up. Christian's face fell immediately. 'I'm sorry.' I say again, fighting the urge to cry. 'I'm sorry.' I repeat again. 'I really want to live here with you, but I want my life as well.' 'That's alright.' Christian says softly, very obviously upset. We both start washing our own bodies, not talking, not looking at each other. I don't want to hurt him. I really don't. 

After 10 minutes in the shower, we finally get out. We wipe ourselves dry and got changed in the bedroom. I feel a twinge of sadness knowing I'm leaving in a couple of hours. I don't want to step out of this house with us upset. I want it to be happy farewell. But, Christian is very clearly upset.

'Let's go somewhere.' Christian spoke suddenly after a long moment of silence, startling me. 'Oh. Okay. Where?' Christian shrugs his shoulders. 'Maybe we could go somewhere, the mall or something. Then we can get lunch.' 'That sounds nice.' I say. 'When are we going?' 'Whenever you're ready.' He replies. 'Can I do my makeup really quickly?' I ask. 'Yeah, sure. But where are you gonna get the makeup from?' He asks. 'I had it in my purse since day one. Just incase I needed a touch up. I only have a lipstick and powder though.' That should be enough. Christian looks at me skeptically. 'Only two things? How is that enough?' I giggle a little at that. 'It's enough. Let me show you.' Christian chuckles at that. 'Alright. Let's see.' I'm glad he's back to his old self. 'Okay. First, I'll use this lipstick. I'll apply it on my cheeks and then, I'll use my fingers to blend it in. Do you see a difference?' I ask him, moving my face side to side for him to see the colour difference. 'Ah. I see. It's pinker.' 'Yeah! It is!' 'I'll continue doing this on the other side.' I say as I dot the lipstick onto my other cheek and blending it with my fingers. 'Okay, now for the powder. It already has a powder puff in there, so all I'll have to do is, pat the powder a few times, and then onto my face!' 'See! It's mattifying!' 'Oh, wow. What's mattifying?' Christian asks. 'It's just a type of powder that sort of blurs out your face so it doesn't look oily.' I explain to him. 'Ah. I see.' Was all he said. But at least he's brighter now. 'Okay, now last part. The lips. I'll just smear some lipstick on. Oh! Actually, mind if I borrow some of your perfume?' I ask, an idea springing to mind. 'No, of course not.' 'Thanks!' I say, kissing him on the cheek. I hope he was okay with that. 

I walk to his dresser and sprayed some of his perfume on my clothes. Perfect. 'I'm ready!' I say, turning around to face him. 'You look beautiful.' Christian says with a smile on his face. 

We left the house, with my lipstick mark still on his cheek.