The Matchmaker and the Billionaire (MBBC#11)

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Hendrix

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"Where's your date?"

"It's all over." I moved closer to her and sat down a few inches beside her. I looked at the preparation she had made, and the view in front of us was surely beautiful.

"Are you kidding me? You did not give her enough time, and you just ended your second date just like that?" Anger was written all over her face.

I chuckled and helped myself. I grabbed another glass from the picnic basket, poured an ample amount of juice into it, and drank it.

"She's not my type. I don't like her. I don't waste my time." The words echoed in my mind, a mantra of disinterest that concealed the brewing storm of my secret plan. 

Amusement danced in my eyes, a mischievous glint that she could probably sense. Our eyes locked, and her gaze was like daggers. I couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle.

Cristelle is not my type. I had already researched all the girls on the list, and I secretly managed to get information from all of them from Denver.

None of the girls caught my standard, but still, I had to play along. I'm in for Rosy now. I have a different plan in mind. 

The moment Cristelle stepped out of the car, I felt no attraction towards her. So, I told Tim, the officer in charge of the lake, to tell Cristelle to go back. I put up a show that I had an unexpected business meeting and that I would never be available again. 

"I guess you're doing this on purpose, right? Ugh, you're impossible, Hendrix." She shook her head and finished her juice. 

I heard her deep sigh.

"Why waste your time with someone you don't feel the spark with?" I was mumbling and my eyes darted to the scones.

"Did you make this?" I grab one and add some filling inside it. It looks inviting and delicious. I can even smell the aroma of it. 

"Yeah. Help yourself." She gave me a cold stare, and she stood up to check the fishing rod. "No fish?" she mumbled in silence.

I nodded as I tasted the scones. They were baked to perfection, reminding me of my grandmother. It's surprising that Rosy could make them like this. 

I licked my lips as I looked at her.

"Did you also make the jam?" I licked my finger as the jam overflowed.

"Uhm," she nods, still not looking at me.

"Not bad." I finished my scones and grabbed another one. I'm hungry indeed.

Today, I canceled our lakeside lunch with Criselle because I didn't feel a connection between us. For some strange reason, I feel more connected to Rosy. I'm not attracted to her, that's for sure. All I feel is curiosity and nothing else. 

I looked at her in silence for a minute as she moved the fishing rod to a different spot. I observed her neatly. Rosy has the look. She's simple and beautiful. I don't trust her, but part of me wants to keep her for a while. I wouldn't be surprised if she's not Rosy. Confirmation of my suspension is imminent, but instead of that, I find her intriguing and still want to participate in this child matchmaking game.

"So, what are your plans?" Her brow raised a little bit. "Don't tell me we are going to play again. I'm not playing your games, Hendrix, because I will never win," she twisted her lips, unhappy with how I looked at her.

I chuckled.

"You don't seem competitive. That's not how you handle things, Rosy. How will you keep your clients entertained if their dates don't work?"