POV: Ayat
"Did you add sugar?" Vernon questioned me, making me doubt myself again. "Are you here to help me, sir? If so, I can't see it," I said, sulking, wondering if that big, bulky, hazel-eyed man would like it or not. I wanted to apologize, but it felt rude to visit empty-handed. Hence, brownies."Do you like him?" Vernon asked, throwing a tough question my way. "If you asked me the same question 7 years ago, I might have said yes," I replied without much thought.
"So you met him 7 years ago," he said, making my eyes go wide. I had stepped on my own foot.
"NO!" I yelled in shock.
"Chill, woman!" This cool 67-year-old grandpa took my breath away. But thinking about his words, I might fall for him, even though I know I can't afford such a luxury. And that heavenly man isn't falling for me, not even in my wildest dreams.
"Just taste!" I ordered Vernon. "It's damn good. May I get some too?" he asked, with chocolate on the side of his lips. "No, paps, you can come anytime and have them, okay?"
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"YOU BROUGHT YOUR BUGATTI?!" I asked in utter confusion. "Yeah, I am going to drop and pick my lovely out-of-the-blue daughter. I need to flex, you know," he said, opening the car door for me. "But it's red!" I said in disgust. "It's classy," he said with all the joy in his life.Entering the building, I was noticed by someone I didn't recognize—more like didn't know. "Hello, I am Collen," he introduced himself, and I stepped back, but I heard Ehaan's name. "Ehaan?" I asked again, as if he didn't just say it. "Yes, I am Ehaan sir's assistant. Are you here to meet him, perhaps?" he asked, lowering his gaze. I think both the assistant and boss have eye problems.
Such a young gentleman, he showed me the way. "I let her inside," he said. I reminded myself to be the happiest woman he had ever seen. After 7 years, I was here again, standing in front of a man dressed in a suit and tie. Why does simple clothing add such spice to a man's appearance?
"Hey, morning!" I said, but his face seemed to have a seizure, his eyes softening at my sight. With the brightest smile, "How have you been?" I asked, and Collen excused himself from the room for us. However, it was interrupted by a very annoying voice. If I were insane, I could have buried him deep underground because he was the reason those hazels stopped radiating.
Is he a prince or what? I was sad a moment ago, only to be on cloud nine now. He softly held my hands, and we were almost running. We got inside a meeting room. All I could do was look at him and our clasped hands.
"You are still holding on to me." Those were mere words that slipped out of my mouth while I was still lost in his touch. "So what brings you here?" he asked again, hoping this time we don't have any interruptions. This is my time to apologize and make him taste the best brownies ever. With a smile and closed eyes, I said what I wanted to say. I opened my eyes just to disappoint myself. Does he not like brownies? Is he still mad at me? These questions came to mind as I saw the shock on his face.
"No, no, it's fine. No need to apologize, and I love brownies. I would die for brownies," he said quickly, so I only got a few words to understand he likes brownies.
Deeper into the conversation, I couldn't stop gazing at him and looking for those hazel eyes. He offered me a ride again. I felt terrible turning him down. I wished I could look at him a little longer. However, he blushed. I made him blush! It felt like an achievement. I excused myself.
"Whose car is that?" I heard from the entrance of the building. I knew what the chaos was about—a red Bugatti in front of the gate.
"Vernon? Was this all necessary?" I asked while getting inside the car.
"Princess, a little flex is nothing! And moreover, it's just for show." He laughed it all out.
"I need to tell sir".
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