Cupcake & I

02

pov : oliver

I looked above at the sky and a small drizzle started falling from the sky. She cursed under her breath, looking around for a cab frantically.

"You can get in here and I can keep you warm." I winked and she grumbled, throwing up her hands in frustration.

"You're still here?" She asked, annoyed.

"Always."

"Come on! Where's that girl? Is that her?!" A voice shouted from far away and the gorgeous woman in front of me started panicking. I tensed, feeling the need to protect her. I didn't like her looking tense. I wanted that energy-full, crazy spirit back.

She looked down at me and I gave her another heart-stopping smile that eternally worked with the ladies. I could see her resolve deliberately breaking down.

"Open the door." She shouted as she started walking around the front of the car and I smirked, feeling extremely happy at her enticing order. Unlocking the door, I pushed the door open and she stepped in, slamming the door behind her and crossing her arms across her chest. She clutched the Cupcake in her hands and nibbled on it before turning around to look at me.

She was slaughtering my heart with that gaze.

"What are you staring at? Drive." She commanded, and I beamed, stepping on the pedal and speeded across the highway.

"What's your name Cupcake?" I asked, and she bit her lips, taking another bite out of the Cupcake.

"None of your business." She smiled back with a sarcastically sweet smile and I grinned, liking her already.

"You are wearing a wedding dress?" I asked, hearing her groan, which made me smile wider.

"I ran away from my wedding." She answered with ease and for a fragile second, something flickered behind her eyes and it was gone just as shortly as it came. I noticed that she didn't like the topic by the way she pursed her lips. I chose to change the topic. "Where do you want to go?"

I was hoping she would say that she has no idea so that I can bring her home. What is wrong with you Oliver? You never brought a girl home before? Why now?

"My friend's house. It's in Winston."

The car screeched to a halt on the road and I turned to face her. She had finished the Cupcake, and she threw the wrap outside, flinging it away carelessly.

"Do you by any chance have a Cupcake?"

"It's a two-hour drive from here," I said, looking at her weirdly, feeling entertained.

"Duh." She rolled her eyes, her hand fiddling with the things on the car, searching for a Cupcake. "No Cupcakes?"

"I don't have any Cupcake," I said. She pouted and stopped with the fiddling. "I can't drive you there."

"Ok. I am going to catch another cab then." She said, and her hand started pushing the door open.

"Wait!"

She turned around, her smile showing a glint of triumph. She was extremely cunning. "What?"

I composed myself. "I will drop you off. But," I paused, pointing a finger in the air, "Tomorrow."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Where will I stay until then?"

"It pains me to say this but," I smirked. "You are welcome to stay at my house."

"Douche." She rolled her eyes and I pouted playfully. "What makes you think I will stay in your house? You could be a rapist or a serial killer."

"Do you know who I am?" I asked.

"Why? Have you forgotten?" She asked, and I realised that she has no idea who I am. Should I tell her that I am The Oliver Hale, owner of the Hale Industries, the youngest billionaire, the most proficient man (especially when it comes to bed). Maybe I shouldn't tell her the bed part.

"I'm Oliver." I said and her eyes opened up wide in shock before she composed herself. So, she knows me?

"Oh." She said, sounding not a bit surprised. "You might come handy."

"Why?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. I started driving the car.

"Well. Do you know who is Oliver Hale?" She asked, cocking her eyebrows.

Uh, he is sitting right in front of you.

"Yes."

"Well." She hesitated. "I escaped a wedding right?"

"Yeah..." I could sense that there was something big approaching.

"I told them that I got married with Oliver Hale secretly and escaped."

I paused, then smiled widely.

"Really?" I asked. I tried to control the grin that was threatening to form on my face. I could feel my heart lunging with glee and I kept biting my lip to prevent myself from laughing out loud at the situation.

"Really." She mumbled. "You both have the same name. You could be useful."

Oh, this woman.

"Do you reckon Oliver is hot?" I asked, almost resisting the impulse to bite my fist hard to stop laughing.

"I have never seen him. My cousins talk about him all the time though. You should have seen their faces when I declared openly that I was wedded to Oliver Hale. Gold." She shook her head, smiling at the memory.

I bit on my right fist hard, gripping the steering wheel hard with my left hand and turned away to the window. This was so amusing, I wondered what she would do when she realises that I'm Oliver Hale.

"Can we buy some Cupcakes before we go to your house?" She asked and I immediately composed myself, a grin on my face.

"Sure Cupcake." I cheered, swiftly turning the car wheel.

"Why are you smiling?" She paused. "It's creepy."

"How can I not smile when I have a hot girlsitting right next to me?" I asked, giving her a wink and she rolled her eyes, glancing away as her cheeks glowed bright red.