Won't You Please Remember Me? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11 - Forwon's Sentiments

I'm really sorry for my readers that i took so long to post this chap. I started a week ago, but since school started, my table's been bomboarded with homework. Don't worry. I'll try my best to squeeze some time for you guys. Hope you like this chappy and please vote or comment if you guys liked it. They often push me on.

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Won’t You Please Remember Me?

Recap:

Then he realized something that made his expression look tender.

He may have come here to dazzle her and win her heart back, but as he looks at her genuine smile that can only be compared to the northern star’s brightness and beauty; he realized… it was her who dazzled him first.

He offered his hand and hoped with fear that she wouldn’t.

Then to his greatest joy, she accepted.

The moment we went on our way on the marvelously beautiful flying machine, a little dialogue began forming in my mind, and it goes like this:

 “Excuse me, miss. Do you have a wall around here?”

“Whatever for, ma’am?”

“So I can smack myself unto it!” I thought loudly to myself.

I held a little groan inside me and I wanted to scream on how stupid I am. I just jumped on to a flying machine (there’s nothing wrong about that) with the most handsome, devilish, and hormone-stimulating man (that’s the bad part) I’ve ever met in the world, or if there’s somewhere even farther, beyond that. Alone.

Didn’t I just tell myself that being alone with the man, may it be in the office or maybe in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the middle of a hurricane, is dangerous? Oh yeah, I’m so stupid to remember that as soon as I saw the flying beauty.

I pouted to myself as I noticed the fine lines of the machine. Actually, it’s kind of like a car with a flat bottom. It’s in a convertible style and there’s no backseat. I could have described it more, but I can’t put it to words. The bottom line is that it’s absolutely wicked.

Wickedly cool.

Then I stared at the object of my depression across the seat. I frowned.

“If you keep frowning like that, it might just get stuck, you know.” He teased.

I forced a smile with great effort.

“Is this fine, sir?”

His expression turned sober. “You didn’t need to push it, Forwon.”

                I scowled and crossed my arms. “Sorry for displeasing you then.”

                Wait. Why the heck am I acting like this? He’s my boss! The little thought finally resurfaced and I wanted to squirm at my seat.

                I just talked back and practically acted like a sour old woman driven out of her wheelchair. To my boss! Oh damn. Damn. I’m going to get pulverized!

                Carefully I stole a glance at him and surprisingly, he didn’t looked offended. He raised an eyebrow and I have to admit I was rather surprised to happen across the expression. He didn’t seem to be a man who’s hesitant about anything, but as of now, he does. (And did I mention that he looks adorable in it? Wait. Nevermind.)

                He gaze went back to the road and his hands shifted uncomfortably. It was my turn to raise a brow. What’s up with him? He’s not the guy that I attacked earlier and well, responded very erotically. He isn’t the usual happy-go-lucky guy, nor the sober-serious man in the office. Yeah, he still looks handsome...

Wait. Why the heck am I going back and back again towards how sexy the guy is? Something’s definitely wrong with my brain. Maybe his pheromones affected a switch in my subconscious to make his looks appear every once in a while. If that’s the case, I’m doomed.

As of now, aside from his looks that obviously fits my type, he acts awkwardly. His manner of speech is different, and to tell the truth, I’m a bit surprised that he hasn’t made a move yet. Oh wait.

I’m in pajamas for crying out loud!

That thought made me want to scream my heart out and bury my face in the sand. I’m still in my pajamas. Can you believe it? I actually stepped out of the house and into a totally awesome car with my pajamas only!

Great. I just stepped into a car alone with my gorgeous boss. I can’t help but drift back to the fact that he’s quite the eye-catcher. I just talked back and acted like a total jerk. And I’m currently wearing pajamas in the most awesome car I’ve ever laid eyes and actually ridden on.

Isn’t this night just perfect?

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I know that it's short and for me, lacks depth but i'll try to make the part 2 as soon as possible.

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