One night: slow [ ON HOLD ]

chapter 9

We were out of the restaurent, dinner went well, he didn't push too much questions, and i didn't too.

"Dinner was good, thank you." I said as he opened the door car for me.

"My pleasure." He smiles closing the door.

He climbed behind the wheel.

"Where to ?" I asked.

"Surprise." He looked at me with bright eyes.

"A surprise huh ? Don't i get a hint ?"

"Nope. None."

Where was he taking me?

"Can i play some music ?" I looked at the music player.

"Sure."

I searched the playlist and found so many good songs, we had the same taste.

I decided to play flowers by Raye. My favorite song of all time.

"Nice choice. A history with an ex ?" He asked.

The story was about a girl rejecting a guy who likes her, who keeps getting flowers for her, and she tells him to go find his way back home. I love it, it's powerful.

"No, not exactly."

I wonder when was the last time he was with someone, how could she leave a master pierce like him. He was a gentleman, sweet and respectful.

He parked the car in front of a big house. It looked so big for only one person to live in.

"Here we are." He said grinning, when he opened the door for me.

"Is it yours ?" I asked looking at the
huge house in front of me.

"I guess it is." He walked to the front door, and i followed him, he opened the door and stepped aside to let me in first.

My mouth dropped open, inside it was a wow, lot of space. A big chandellier was hanging down in the hallway. A small glass table was in the center, with a vase of white flower in it.

"You want some wine ?" He asked from the kitchen, i went to him.

"Please."

It was spaced, painted in yellow, i liked the color. A huge bowl of fruits was put on the marble counter.

Ian came to me and handed me the glasse.

"Thank you." I took a sip.

I sat on the counter, the dress lifted up, showing a little of my tights. I lifted my eyes to him, and saw him staring at my legs.

"You're the one who's staring now, not me." Saying what he used to say to me.

"How could i not stare at those beautiful long legs."

I took another sip, swallowing hard.

"When was the last time you were seeing someone ?" I asked, unable to keep the question to myself.

"Long ago." He put his elbow on the counter next to me.

"How long ?"

"Almost two years ago." He sipped his wine.

"Oh, why did it end ?"

He was silent for a moment, and i waited for him to reply.

"Things didn't go well between us."

"That's it ?" I want the full story.

"It's boring, you don't want to know the whole thing." He played with his glass in his hand.