The Juice is Worth the Squeezed

Chapter 11-Getting Out Of His Protective Shell

Geoffrey POV

"Thanks," muttered Methel too embarrassed to look at me.

We're now in front of her house, I took her to dinner a while ago and I bought her some new clothes though it's been hard in my part because of Methel's naive and childlike personality; she don't know a lot of things like eating in expensive restaurants, she gets annoyed trying different clothes and she always have this anger management issue that's always triggered when I say something she doesn't understand.

"Its no big deal," I replied smirking.

She is clutching on the string of the paper bags which contains the items I bought for her.

"You're smirking again young master?" she teased smiling at me then a cold wind blew that made her shudder.

"Am I?" I took a step closer to her then I removed my coat and put it on her.

I stared on her eyes, which is one of the things that draws me to her. It is so beautiful and innocent and sometimes the look on her eyes trust me and I like that look on her. She is kinda smiling but then when she saw my face serious, in nanosecond, it changed.

"What are you doing?" she asked looking suspicious all of a sudden, I can feel her warm breath, the smell of those people who recently drunk a milk fanning my face.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I replied smirking again taking the last small space between us.

She is now leaning to my car and holding me off in my chest, her hands shaking, her breathing is coming off short and she looks like a deer caught in the headlight.

I smiled seeing her, she is nervous I'm sure of that then she closed her eyes that made my junk twitch because she looks hot like that... I moved my lips closer to her when suddenly.

"Hey you!"

I stopped myself and turned around to find a man, who recently got out of a Taxi, wearing a white collared uniform.

"Father," muttered Methel pushing me away all of a sudden.

I stumbled back a little bit.

"Hey," I told her annoyed but she glared at me.

"Idiot, that's my father," she hissed.

Her father walked towards us with a suspicious look on his face and when he reach us, he quite glared at me.

"Who are you?" he asked and I realized that his glare is similar to Methel. 

Now I know where she got that glare!

I looked at her father, I'm obviously taller than him but I respect him, and I need to show that to him.

"I am Geoffrey Klintz, sir," I said politely holding out my hand.

Methel's father stared at me then to her daughter and when I followed his gaze, I found Methel looking at me with her I-cant-believe-you-can-be-polite look.

"Donovan Aragon, I am Methel's father," he replied shaking my hand.

I smiled at the old man.

"Its nice to finally meet you sir, I heard so much about you from your daughter."

Mr. Donovan frowned before turning to Methel.

"And what things you heard about me from Methel young lad?" he asked eyeing her daughter.

I cleared my throat turning to look to Methel and I saw that from her expression, she's telling me to please-dont-say-something-stupid before going back to her father.