Living With The Playboy

Chapter Two

Why the hell is he so openly staring at me. Can't he see I'm turning into a tomato! Just ask him what his problem is

I sighed. Mentally cursing myself for what I'm about to do next, I turned my whole body 90 degrees to my right. 'What the hell is your problem

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It came however louder than I expected. Surely everyone in the cafeteria heard me, but I couldn't care less. I was too annoyed by the reaction I was getting from Aaron freaking Walker. With my little outburst his grins turns to soft chuckles. 'Babe you're hot when you're mad.'
I don't know why but the way he said babe almost made my heart skip a beat. I felt my cheeks heat up. 'You.. what's your problem'
He tilts his head to one side, a faint smirk creeping on to his face. Then he leans towards me. Me in a shocked state, stays still, not daring to move a muscle. I can feel his breathe on my neck. 'Babe I've no problem, but I know that you want me. I can be all yours this weekend.' He whispers dangerously low and sexily.
Wait what.

I don't understand this guy. One minute he looked so genuinely nice but in the next minute he turned to the cocky fuckboy that I always imagined he would be.

Absolutely disgusted by his words, I push his awefully heavy self away from me. 'How about no? And stop calling me babe. I've no intention of getting involved with the likes of you' with that I stood up from my spot and stormed out off the cafeteria leaving a wide eye Aaron behind.
Hah I bet no one ever talked to him like that. Which reminds me, Im dead meat!

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Time went by, and I managed to survive till the end of session. Everyone has been giving me weird looks all day.

How I wish I could crawl into a hole right now.

I walked up to my locker. I entered the combination and took out my books and put them into my bag.
'Charlotte Green! Where the hell were you.' A familiar voice shouted at the top of her lungs.

I turned to the direction of voice to see Emma with a annoyed look stomping to my direction. She walked upto me and stood right in front of me. 'You have some serious explaining to do. You stormed out of the cafeteria like that, I got so worried!' She started. 'Wowow, calm down. First of all deep breathes' she did what I said thankfully. 'Secondly, I was too embarrassed, so I went to the class early and read a book there' I giggled.

She sighed. 'Well don't you do that ever again, I got so scared. And I'm sorry I forced you to sit in the popular table'

'Hey don't be, I realize I was just over reacting.' I smiled at her.

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After thanking Emma for drving me home I went inside and crashed onto my couch. Lying on the my couch, I stared at the crystal chandelier that was hanged on the ceiling. Our home is not exactly what you would describe as a house. It's a mansion. The living room itself is huge with luxurious artworks. I must admit, the one who architected the mansion did a pretty good job. My parents are proud owners of the most prestigious hotels in world. I'm the only heirness ready to take over the business. You can realize the life I have. Busy parents means youre almost all alone all the time. Expect the maidens that works here keeps me companied.My parents names are known to the whole world. But I prefered to keep a low profile. Im not the kind to boast. I was homeschooled till the tenth grade. The only person that kept me company was Emma. I never could thank god enough for making our moms friends. So whenever Emmas mom came over, she brought Emma with her. And that's how we end up being best friends. Emma is like me, wealthy. Her mom is a famous fashion designer and her dad is one of the most demanded doctor in the orthodontist department. Unlike me, she likes to be more open.

Too occupied with my thoughts, I didn't realize my parents climbing down the stairs, discussing something. They were in their formal attire, which meant that they just came from work a while ago. But why are they here so early?
'Mom? Dad?' I sat on the couch facing the opposite direction making my presence known to them. They turned their gaze from each other to me. Mom turned to me with a sigh of relief. 'Oh honey, thankgod youre home. We have to talk to you about something' I stared at her, letting her continue. 'Chlo, we have to go to Mexico urgently for a very important work, and we have to leave right now' i furrowed my eyes with confusion. 'Yeah you go abroad all the time, I dont see the problem here to get all worried.' Then dad started talking. 'You see honey, we are suppose to go there for the span of six total months.'

'WHATT!?' I start to panick. 'What do you mean you have to go for six months. So I'm just suppose to live here all alone, you know about my condition, why the hell would you agree to this after everything.' I felt anger build up inside me.

'See honey, that's what we are here to talk about, the business partners we are going with has a son about your age and a daughter about the age of six. And they are too optimistic about leaving them alone there. So we made a deal and he's gonna be staying with you for six month. Before you say anything, they are good kids, and they are going to keep you companied, and the boy is gonna drive you to school back and forth. It's a pretty good deal.'

'WHAT!? A BOY!? You mean I'm suppose to live with a boy alone for six months.?'

You have got to be kidding.

'Chloe my dear, we don't have enough time to argue, we are gonna be late for our flight. They are going to be here tonight around nine so be nice. And keep the guest rooms ready for the both of them' mom said impatiently.

Mr.Hal, our driver came with the luggages. Dad followed after him after taking a peek at his watch. Mom gave me a quick hug and caught up with dad. I watched them leave. They didnt seem to worry that much about leaving me with a boy. Good thing a seven year old is gonna be there to keep you company. Maybe it wont be bad after all.

Lets just hope so.
However considering your luck, it definitely will be.