The Billionaire

Part 29 Mia

I had agreed to go out with Christian to the pub. I know, I know. "Mia. You just reconnected with your fuck buddy. And now you're agreeing to go to the pub with him?" Yeah, I get it. But if I'm being completely honest. I've missed him. I really have. I've missed waking up with him, cuddling with him, showering with him, and eating with him. I also missed his face in between my- Nevermind. It feels nice seeing him again. Catching up with him. It all feels so familiar. 

So, the plan is that we go back to our own homes and get ready. He would come and pick me up at 7:00 pm. Now here I am, 6:30 pm, rushing to perfect my wing eyeliner because I keep messing it up. And I haven't even chosen what I want to wear to the pub. I don't know if I should choose something revealing since it's a pub and Christian has seen more than that. Or I should just wear something comfy and not so revealing. Should I wear jeans or a dress? A crop top maybe? Ughhh!! I can't decide!!! 

My phone rings all of a sudden, and who do I see. Christian Black. Christian's name flashes up on my phone screen while vibrating away. I check the clock on my bedside table. 6:35 pm. Shit shit shit shit shit. I haven't even finished my wing eyeliner yet. And I'm still in my robe. 'Hey.' I say, putting the phone on speaker so that I could remove my imperfect winged eyeliner again. 'Hey,' Comes from Christian's side. 'I was thinking I could come and pick you up earlier? I'll reach in 2 minutes.' 2 minutes?! 'What?! 2 minutes?!' I literally scream. 'Yeah... Are you not ready yet?' 'No! You said 7:00!' 'I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just thought we could avoid traffic since it's a Friday night.' I glance back at my clock. 6:37 pm. 'Oh my god, Christian. I haven't even chosen what I'm going to wear! I can't go out in my robe!' 'Well, do you need my help?' 'Yes! I can't decide what type of outfit I would like to wear. Should I go with a dress? A pair of black jeans, maybe? Or a corset sort of crop top? I don't know!' There was a few seconds of silence before Christian spoke up. 'What if you wore that corset thing and um, the black jeans?' 'Okay, wait. That sounds good! I'll go change now!' A chuckle from Christian. 'Alright. I'm downstairs now. Come down whenever you're ready. I'll be at the pick up station.' 'Okay, bye!' I hang up the phone quickly and immediately went to change. I put my hair up into a sleek ponytail and added some jewelry to me. I had ditched the wing eyeliner and just went for a smoky eyeshadow look. Finally, with Christian's help, I am done getting ready. 

I quickly grab a pair of dark red stiletto heels that I only ever wore once to my friend's birthday party, and I'm out the door. I rush to the lift and press on the button multiple times, impatient for the door to open. Finally it opens at what feels like a snails pace, and I go in immediately. I press the button to the lobby and texted Christian I'm on the way. As soon as I walk out of the lobby, I see Christian leaning against his shiny black BMW, that again, looks like it's just been polished before he drove to my apartment. 

'Hi!' I say running to him out of breath. 'Hey.' Christian says, pushing himself off his car. 'You okay?' He asks, concerned at me out of breath. 'Yeah.' I say while bending over to rest the palm of my hands on my knees to catch my breath. 'You need help getting in the car?' He asks. 'No, I'm okay. Thanks.' I stand back up straight, took a deep breath in and out, and then walked down a small step. Christian lets me walk in front of him and when we reach the door, he opens it up for me. 'Thank you.' I say, getting in the car. I feel like a princess. Christian closes the door and walks to his side of the car. He gets in and starts pulling us out of the pick up station. 

'Ugh.' Christian grunts. 'What?' I say in return. We are now stuck in a traffic jam and have not moved from the same spot for about 5 minutes now. 'I told you it would've been better if you were out the house earlier.' Christian says. 'Woah, woah, woah. You were the one who told me you would pick me up at 7:00!' I yell back, fuming. He literally arranged to pick me up at 7:00 and he calls me at 6:30 something to pick me up. Does he not know how long it takes a woman to get ready? 'I know I said that. But I thought you'd be more organised. That you'd be ready earlier.' I just sit there and gape at him. 'Christian... Do you really not understand how long it takes a woman to get ready?' 'I do. But I thought you'd be ready a little earlier.' 'Well, you guessed wrong because. Not. Happening.' Christian gives a slight scoff and rolled his eyes playfully at me, turning to the driver seat's window.