Beneath The Mask

48. Save Her Like Superman!

Hey guys, so here is the promised next chapter. I know that it's a really late update and to make it upto you, I've got a certain little surprise but whether it's good or not is upto you people. So kindly forgive your regularly late author of all times.

That being said, I would like to dedicate this chapter to ArtRay713 and -curlyjazz !!! Thank u guys for voting on my story!! I hope you continue to keep supporting this poor author! ;)

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Cath's POV:

I couldn't sleep all night. The scene from the beach kept replaying in my mind again and again. The way he looked at me, the way he smiled and most of all the way we leaned in closer as one.

I couldn't get it out of my mind. What was I about to do? I could have.. I would have... if it weren't for Blake. I wanted to thank him for that but still the feeling wasn't whole hearted and I hated myself for that.

I shouldn't be feeling that way. I should hate him with all of my heart and soul. I shouldn't even be thinking of him. The mere mention of his name should make me feel disgusted and repel him.

But I couldn't. None of the feelings I felt were anywhere close to it and I have only one person to blame for it. Michael! He is the reason that.. that.. Ugh! I couldnt even get it out of my mouth.

So basically being sleepless all night, I roamed around Jane's cafe like a zombie. My eyelids drooped and my head slipped from my hand that was holding it. But luckily I caught myself in time just before I hit the marble counter top.

My eyes were closing again but this time the chiming of the door bell caught my attention. I yawned, stretching my arms out, and straightened up to take the order from the incoming customer.

My eyes were about to pop out as I took in the person in front of me and any trace of sleepiness that I had earlier was washed out. Why God? Why? Why did it have to be him? I groaned but as always I didn't get my answer from him. It was time to face the music.

I sighed, straightening my uniform which I had borrowed from Jane and handed the menu card over to Michael who sat on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"Morning beautiful." He grinned at me.

My cheeks flushed red and I tried to hide by pretending to be offended. "What?"

"I said it's a beautiful morning, beautiful!" He smiled again.

Not wanting to answer him, I pushed the menu card further towards him. "What do you want?"

"Will I get whatever I want?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I glared at him. "You will get it if what you ask is here."

His eyes roamed up and down my body as he tried to suppress his smile. "Oh trust me, what I want is really here!" He winked at me.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing. "Michael!"

"What? You do have cappuccino here right? Or should I complain it to Jane that you have run out of it already?" He shrugged dismissively like I had been the one who had mistook him. He might fool anyone but his acts won't work on me since.. since.. Whatever!

Giving him one final glare, I turned around to the coffee machine and made him a cup of cappuccino just as how Jane had instructed me. I placed it in front of him. "It's two pounds for the coffee."