The Billionaire's Awakening (Unedited Version)

Chapter 11: Haunting Past

"The past is never where you think you left it." ― Katherine Anne Porter

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Xandrous' POV

I waited till the waiter left us. I stared at her beautiful and delicate features as she talks cheerfully to the waiter. 

I watched as her glossy bow-like lips moved as she talks like it was the most mesmerizing thing in the world. I've tasted that lips before and it tasted better than how it looks like. I saw how that lips pursed like a furious rose when she's mad, too and all the same, it gives me a chill down my spine that no other woman did. 

My eyes darted to her honey brown eyes that twinkle like a star when she's happy and dark as the dark cloud when she's furious. And her lashes, it is unbelievably long, adorning her almond shaped eyes. Who needs a mascara anyway, when you have that thick and long lashes. It seems like it was dip into a mascara paint.

Beautiful.

She smiled to the waiter and uttered thank you and her set of dimples showed making me sigh deeply. Her dimples only gave more level to her exquisite beauty. 

I grab my wine and made a tentative sip as I watch her watch the back of the waiter. I hate to see her giving him that sweet smile while I hardly see it since we arrived here at Roadhouse restaurant.

When she look at me, I saw nothing but coldness in those honey brown eyes. She looks like she wasn't into this dinner and, I kind of felt like I was forcing myself into him. 

Am I too late?

"I hope I'm not boring you," I said as soon as I found my voice again. Sometimes, I just love to stay silent and watch her. I love watching her and would never get tired of her face. She looks effortlessly stunning in a cotton weave high-waisted soft purple mini skirt and tucked crisp little pin-striped white shirt and completed it with purple patent pumps. Her accessory is subtle that goes perfectly with her outfit. 

Stunning.

She looks at me skeptically before she opens those sweet tasting lips. "I'm not. I'm sorry, I'm just exhausted," she sighed then gave me a tight smile. It wasn't the smile I want to see, but for now, I will accept it in a heartbeat. 

I never thought it would be hard for me to get her back. I'm not even sure if I still have her heart. She looks so awfully happy talking with Deshawn this morning and I felt like she just being polite to talk to me. I don't feel like she wanted me to be there, intruding their privacy.

I felt that tightening of my chest and I could literally feel my tear ducts excreting moisture. I ignored that pain and welcomed the positive thoughts. 

Nothing can be done with perseverance. 

And no challenges I ever turn my back on.

"Frankie is nice," I said to try to make a light conversation.

"Yes, she is," she agreed. 

"Did she work at the Vogue before you?" I asked.

"No," she shook her head, "she was new like me," she flashed a small smile. 

"I see," I muttered as I grab my wine again and made a sip. I wanted to slap myself for being so slow. Why can't I think of something to talk about. I was racking my head to come up with another topic, but I was never the good entertainer. I was always the quiet one. Among us, it was Nicolai or Alexander who was a chatterbox.

"How is Cassie?" she asked. I suddenly stared into her eyes, looking for something in those honey brown orbs. She looks neutral. Her voice was neutral as well. I don't know if this is a good topic, but I responded anyway, this time, I was honest. I don't want to hide anything from her, and I tend to keep everything open to her.