Attached Strings √

Chapter 12

Chloe's POV

So today I woke up very early which is an extremely rare occurrence considering that I never wake up before nine on a Saturday. I reached for my phone and checked the time only to find out that it was just a few minutes after six. I thought of a good way to kill the time and decided to make my bed. I put on some leggings, a hood and a pair of running shoes and went out for a jog.

I ran for a good thirty minutes and went back to take a shower and had breakfast. A couple of hours later, Amber arrived to help me get ready for my date with Paul. Who said he was taking you on a date? Oh if it wasn't my dearly beloved subconscious, I had started to miss her.

Our first task was to choose something to wear. I went to my wardrobe and grabbed a black pair of skinny jeans, a baggy vest and my Vans. Amber laughed at my choice of clothing and told me that I wasn't seriously going to wear that. "Why not?" I asked with a whiny voice. "Where did he say you were going?" she asked and I told her that I didn't know. "He could be taking you to a formal place or a casual place," she said stating the obvious. "Yeah, so?" I asked getting impatient. "So we should find you something between formal and casual" she told me and and I instantly had a light bulb moment. "I know!" I voiced excitedly and she looked at me. "Let's hear it" she finally spoke. "I could just wear a dress. I mean, a dress fits in both formal and informal clothing, right?" she nodded in agreement.

About two hours later we had finally decided on a dress with straps (one that wouldn't reveal my lingerie...yet) and I would have to wear heels. Well I didn't agree easily on wearing heels but, with sufficient persuasion, I finally agreed. I wore light makeup and my hair was left untied so it fell freely down my back.

Amber was adding the final touches to my makeup when we heard a knock on the door. I glanced at the clock and saw it was exactly seven o'clock- impressive, I thought and Amber went to open the door while I stared at my reflection on the mirror. "This is it," I whispered to myself and got up from the chair. As I went out of my bedroom the nerves were starting to settle in but I was strong enough to push them all to the back of my mind.

I found Paul in all his handsome glory chatting with Amber in the living room and I was relieved by the fact that he was dressed in casual clothes. He had his hands in his pockets and they lifted their heads as they heard the clicking sound of my heels. Paul looked taken aback but he managed to brush it off quickly. "Shall we?" he asked giving me his hand to take. "We shall," I responded taking it with a small smile.

I noticed that he had come with his black BMW (the guy is loaded so he has at least a few cars in his name) and he actually opened the door for me. "Oh my! Aren't you just a perfect gentleman, Mr. Jameson" I commented on his endeavor at being a gentleman. "You know me too well, Ms. Jones" he replied with a smirk.

Paul's POV

The moment she stepped in, her sweet scent immediately filled the car and I liked it. "So where are we going?" she questioned curiously and I replied with, "Somewhere." She rolled her eyes at me and asked, "Should I be worried?" pretending to panic. I chuckled lightly and told her to relax.

"You're beautiful," I blurted out and this came as a shock to the both of us. I'd never used the word 'beautiful' to describe a girl before. I used words like 'sexy' and 'hot' when I felt the need to compliment them. 'Beautiful' was never in my vocabulary because it holds so much emotion and I always wanted girls to know that there wouldn't be any attached strings, hence there's no room for feelings.

"Why, thank you" she said smiling. That smile combined with that short dress and the view of her long legs were a serious turn on and the thought of taking her right now in the car crossed my mind but I restrained myself. I had to practice self-control and since she was nothing like the girls I've been with, this meant that I had to use a different approach.

That is why I had decided that I was going to take her to a special place, our special place. We drove for approximately eight minutes before we arrived at the lake, yes the one we once met at. She looked a bit confused with her eyebrows furrowed. I loved the look on her face when I stopped the car and revealed what I had planned out.

"Isn't this...?" she asked with her index finger pointing to the lake and her other hand was covering her mouth. I didn't even let her finish before I nodded and confirmed that her eyes were not playing tricks on her and that this was the lake we both know very well. I had hired a few people to make it look nice but I told them I didn't want something too expensive or flashy because I didn't want Chloe to think I was some boastful rich kid.

"I know the view is mesmerising but we're gonna have to sit down and eat at some point," I said and she rolled her eyes at me. I pulled out a chair for her and she smiled. "I see chivalry is not dead," she said and I could see that she was impressed but, knowing her, she'd never admit it.

We made small talk about random things for a while until the conversation was slowly dying down. The atmosphere was now totally awkward and there was so much tension in the air. I couldn't think of anything to say but I attempted anyway. "So uh..." I started as she was also saying "Wanna play a game?" "Yeah sure. Which game?" I asked deciding that playing a game sounded like a great idea. "Would you rather?" she suggested and I nodded. "You go first," I told her.

"Would you rather eat a person's meat or be eaten by a person?" she asked. "I'd rather eat you," I answered in a suggestive tone and she blushed lightly.

"Would you rather sleep with me or would you rather be in the same bed with me?" I asked with a smirk. What? It's not like I don't wanna sleep with her so why beat about the bush.

"Paul that's one and the same thing," she muttered. "I know but you have to answer," I told her and she furrowed her eyebrows in contemplation.

"I'd rather sleep with you," she said putting emphasis on the word 'sleep'. "Well your wish is my command Ms. Jones," I said.

We played a little more and decided to call it a night. I drove her home and got off the car and when we got there, we just sat in the car in silence and I knew the awkwardness was back.

A/N: Guys before you shout at me, lemme just tell you that the scene continues in Chapter 13. Please don't forget to vote and comment.