My High School Billionaire (Sequel to TMDG)

Chapter 7

"Sorry, not this weekend" I shout out as I roam around the house to search for my black pair of jeans. Damn them!

"Why?" Zack shouts back from the living room. We are at his house currently. Last night when I returned to my house, I was just tensed and stressed out so I thought maybe dinner with Zack would work. Turns out, he drove me to his house and had other intentions to drive away my stress.

That worked as well.

It is 7:30 already and I need to be at the office by 8:00 to meet some visitors. But here I am, roaming around the house in nothing but Zack's shirt. NOTHING.

"Um, got an important meeting." I walk towards him as he flips another page of the newspaper. He sits shirtless in the center of the couch, his abs worthy of making every girl drool and with that grey sweatpants he is wearing, I am sure he is an irresistible sight for every human walking the earth with two 'X' chromosomes. When his eyes fall on me, he immediately drops the newspaper and the fire of last night returns in them. I pull on a seductive smile and position myself on his lap.

"Meeting on the weekend? With whom?" He asks and I ruffle his hair with my hand while my other hand sits tight at the back of his neck.

"Business. But kind of like friendly business?" I look into his eyes to see if he is getting me but I feel like he doesn't care. He just nods and leans into the crook of my neck to start placing little kisses there.

"Zack, I've only got 30 minutes!" I laugh a little and try to push him back.

"Alright, I can be quick." It takes me a second to figure out what he means and when I finally do I playfully hit him on his chest. He laughs as well and pulls me closer to him with both of his hands around my waist.

"I really want you to get out some time this weekend. Maybe Sunday evening?" How do I tell this man what I am going to be busy with this weekend. But I can tell him, its not like I am doing anything wrong.

But it still feels wrong.

"I'll try but I can't promise. Moreover, you got to control your emotions mister. Read the headlines on some article yesterday , 'Are Ally Ricosta and Zack Pheraya dating? They say no, the pictures say yes'." I say out the exact lines I read on the tabloid. The humour in his eyes goes away in a second and a look of sadness crosses his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, cupping his cheek with my right hand while my left still rests behind his neck.

"Are we dating, Ally? I mean, what are we?" The smile disappears from my face as well and I break eye contact with him. I get up from his lap and stand in front of him.

What are we?

"I – I should get going-"

"Ally, I need an answer now. I've given you time to decide, more than what you asked for." He cuts me off. I saw this coming, I should've known he will ask me this sooner or later. Because he has every right to. I know what I am doing is wrong and I know he loves me and I – I thought I had started to love him back.

But then you know who entered the picture.

"Zack, please. I don't want to talk about it right now." I sit beside him on the sofa and lean my head back with my eyes closed.

"When do you want to, then? Give me a date, I''ll wait. I don't mind giving you time. But like this I feel like time is just slipping away and we are doing nothing, going nowhere." He turns to me and I open my eyes to look at his face. How I had started falling for those dark grey eyes, how I had started falling for that sweet smile, how I THOUGHT I had started falling for Zack! But life always wants me to make choices. Why?