The Best Friend of the Bride (COMPLETED)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

"Like what you see?" she enquired innocently. The snapping of her fingers so close to his face brought him back to his senses. The way her childlike eyes gazed at his was hypnotic. Blinking, he tried to remember her question. Going red in the face, he brushed off his discomfort by shrugging.

"What's not to like?" he mumbled too soon. She had thrown back his words at him. Embarrassed at being caught red handed checking her out, he quickly looked around and added, "Your house is humungous! The Victorian architecture makes it look majestic, coupled with the grand foyer which is pretty inviting and the lavish gardens...."

"Yes, I'm sure you don't live in a similar house," She interrupted sarcastically, "Which is why you've been gaping at mine through me as if I'm translucent and blocking me from entering the 'humungous' car you've driven today since the last five minutes?" She said eyeing his Innova.

"I tried to be inconspicuous about it, you leave me dumbstruck," he muttered an inaudible excuse while opening the passenger door for her.

"I'm sorry I didn't realise you had approached me until I heard the jingling of your bangles when you snapped your fingers in my face. I didn't know you wanted my attention on you so badly," he added loudly while smirking as he helped her into her seat.

"I thought it was you who craved for my company," she declared raising her eyebrow at him. Closing her door, he made his way to the driver's seat.

She was spot on. It had been a mere three days since he'd laid eyes on her. He knew hardly anything about her. Yet there was an inexplicable attraction that he felt towards her. He longed for her company when she wasn't around and yearned for the witty comments she made. Talking to a girl had never been easier. One of the reasons he steered clear of dating was that he didn't want to deal with sophisticated girls who couldn't care less about anything other than their prized selves. She was rich, yes, sophisticated, maybe. But there was clearly something enigmatic about her.

"So where are we going?" she asked as he began to drive noticing that he had abstained from replying to her previous statement.

"For the drink you finally agreed to accompany me for, but I have to make a stop on the way if you don't mind," he said plainly as he was brought back from his thoughts.

"It's two in the afternoon. Surely you don't want to get high? Besides, I told you I don't drink and we have a wedding to attend. You definitely can't show up there drunk!"

"We'll be sober, don't worry," he replied chuckling.

"Look you can't drink and drive. No matter how little you have to drink. I won't allow it." Memories of her mother's death engulfed her. Stupid drunken driver had to ram into her mother's car. The worst part was, he had died too and the police couldn't do much more to help. That's why she never let alcohol touch her lips since the day her mother passed away. She didn't want to do anything stupid while under the influence that would cause grief to her or others.

"So you don't mind me drinking just because you want to drive my car?" he asked playfully.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked up to see his grey eyes trained on her face. "Where did you get that idea from? If I wanted to drive your car, I'd definitely choose the R8 over this. Besides, I could always take a taxi," she said.

"Don't even think about it. Be patient, please Chocolate?" he pleaded. He wasn't sure why she had gone stiff all of a sudden. It was like her entire personality had changed in a split second.

"Promise that you won't drive drunk?" she begged him with her eyes.

"On one condition. You have to tell me your name."