Fifty Shades of Sennen (Yu-Gi-Oh! Puzzleshipping)

Chapter 2

I open the door of our apartment and throw my coat on the couch.

Joey sits behind the desk that stands in the corner of the room, and just when I'm about to let myself fall down on the couch, Joey looks at me with two big eyes and raises his hands.

"Before you say anything: you're my hero. This is perfect," he says while moving his hands in the air and looking towards the screen of his laptop.

"What?" I ask, and instead of letting myself fall down, I sit down and raise one of my eyebrows.

"I just got his email, he answered every question!" Joey says excited.

Then I look around and notice that my folder is gone. Did he...?

"So? What was he like?" Joey says while standing up. He teasingly raises one of his eyebrows and smirks at me.

"He was fine," I say.

"Fine? Just fine?" he asks, raising his eyebrow even more.

"He was very polite, and curteous, very formal and... clean," I say quietly.

"Clean?"

"I mean, like, he was you know, smart. And intense, kind of intimidating... I can understand people have a fascination for him," I say.

"Hm," Joey says while still smirking and looking strangely at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him while trying not to blush.

"Like what?" he teases me.

"Okay," I say, and stand up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. "I'm gonna make a sandwich, you want one?"

"No, thanks," Joey says and sits down behind the desk again.

"I asked him if he was gay," I say dryly as I make my sandwich. "It was in your questions. Why would you do that to me?"

Joey looks up from his laptop and sits back in his chair. Well, because whenever he's in the society pages, he's never been photographed with a woman," he says.

He looks at me and smirks. "He is, isn't he?"

"Well, maybe he just wants to keep
his private life private, Joey," I snap.

"And now you're defending him," Joey says. "Have you told him?" he says while picking up his laptop and walking over to the kitchen.

"Told him what?" I ask while finishing my sandwich.

"That you are gay too?" he asks.

"I'm ending this conversation," I say and narrow my eyes.

Joey is busy with his laptop, appearantly he is searching for pictures to put in the student newspaper. He sighs. "Too bad we don't have any original photos of your hot, clean, 27 year old billionaire. The camera loves him as much as you do," Joey snickers.

I look at him and shake my head.

He looks at my sandwich. "Okay, I wasn't hungry, but now I am."

He grabs my sandwich and takes a huge bite. "Thank you," he says and leaves the kitchen.

I take a deep breath and tap with my fingers on the countertop.

I look at Joey's laptop, that is still standing on the other side of the countertop.

I look around, but I see no Joey anymore. I sneak to his laptop and look at the pictures that are still visible on the screen. On the pictures the billionaire doesn't smile a single time. But damn, he was so hot.