The Secrecy✔

Chapter 27

Liz Collins

"WHAT?! SO YOU MADE ME WAKE UP AT 6:20, HAVING LACK OF SLEEP JUST TO COME AND HELP YOU PICK A TUXEDO???!!!" I said in disbelief.

"Hey, calm down!" He shrugged.

"Calm what down?! Isn't this supposed to be someone else's job?"

"Well, since you're now my personal assistant, you have to manage these things. No protests!"

I sighed then walked into the luxurious store that was filled with lots of unbelievably expensive and high quality business clothes.

"May I help you with anything, sir?" A middle aged man wearing a suit came to us.

"I need to see the tuxes I have reserved yesterday." Sam told the man.

"Yes, Mr.Parkinson! Please follow me."
We followed the man and entered another section of the store. He carefully brought the required tuxes and put them on the hangers. Sam gestured for the man to go and then he turned to me.

"We're going to attend Mr.Clark's celebration next month." He informed while observing the tailored tuxes.

"And what does it have to do with me? "

"You're going, too. As my PA, of course."

"I thought this event is only for the elites and many other important people. Why me?"

"I might need you there."

"What for?" I squinted my eyes at him curiously and suspiciously.

"A getaway from his clingy daughter."

"What?!" I looked at him in disbelief.

"Help me with this one. Just pretend that you're with me and also try to do anything to help me get away from that girl." He ordered me like I was his puppet.

"Fine! But I'm not going to be doing some lovey dovey and sweet kind of stuff." I cringed at that thought.

"Honey, the furthest one we might do is pecking on the lips or you know what else..." He smirked at me. "And I know you want to and would definitely love it."

"Eww... Just try on the tuxes, Perv!" I rolled my eyes with a disgusted face. Ever since I hang out with Tori and the guys, my true self has been showing. The one who can joke around or be friendly with others. Not the new me who has become cold and quiet or even hard to talk to.

He went in and tried all the three tuxes. There were three colors; black, white and dark blue. They all suited him perfectly. I would be lying if I said he didn't look attractive or charming.

"What do you think?" He asked me.

"I was thinking about the black one. But... There is still something not right."

He looked at me then at himself in the mirror. I got up and walked out. I was trying to find a black necktie. I eventually saw one and brought it back to him.

"Here. Put this on instead of the bowtie, I think it will be better." I handed it to him and he put it on. I saw him struggling while trying to tie.

Wow... The great and almighty Samuel Parkinson is having a difficult time putting on a tie?! This is marvelous... ^o^

"Are you kidding me?" I sighed and got up to tie it up for him. I didn't even know how close we both were as my hands were doing the work while I was focusing on the tie.

Sam stared at me and spoke.

"You know how to tie a tie?" He spoke and I can feel those words vibrating in my ears and his minty breath on my forehead.