Tu es à Moi

Just with him

I sighed and pulled out my laptop, deciding to make use of the time instead of just sitting there waiting.

I opened my browser and started scrolling through some articles about influential people in the world, casually browsing through names and their net worth.

Scroll... Scroll...

Then something caught my attention. A headline about the top ten richest men in the world for the year popped up.

Scroll...

The list was impressive, ranging from men who owned conglomerates to billionaires who built empires. My eyes scanned through the names.

Suddenly, my eyes widened as I reached the number two spot.

#2 Edward Dhaemon Dracules, owner of Dracules Conglomerate (DC) and Dracules Air Shipping Company (DASC).

I blinked. My head snapped up to look at him, and there he was, casually checking his wristwatch as if he had no care in the world. He must have noticed me staring because he glanced at me with that bored expression of his, as though this entire scene wasn't a big deal.

Just as I was about to say something, his phone rang, interrupting the moment. He answered, his voice dropping into that low, business-like tone as I tried to wrap my head around what I'd just discovered. The waitresses, predictably, were over the top, pushing their chests out and flashing overly bright smiles, trying to capture his attention while placing the dishes on the table.

The sight was ridiculous.

I sighed as the waitstaff hurried about, and just then, he hung up, turning his full attention back to me. I picked up my fork, poking at my salad absentmindedly, still thinking about that article. Dracules Conglomerate? One of the richest men in the world?

"So, when were you going to tell me?" I finally asked, my voice low.

He leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning. "Tell you what?"

"That you're number two on the richest men in the world list." I narrowed my eyes at him.

He chuckled softly, not even bothering to deny it. "I didn't think it was relevant."

I glared at him, biting back a retort. Not relevant? This man was impossible. And yet, here I was, sitting across from him, caught in his web once again.

"Not relevant? You're practically a billionaire, and you didn't think to mention that?" I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. "And what would you have liked me to say? 'Oh, by the way, I'm rich and powerful, but don't let that intimidate you'?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, but a little transparency wouldn't hurt. What else are you hiding? Do you have a secret lair where you keep all your riches?"

"Only for special guests," he quipped, winking at me.

"Ugh, you're insufferable," I replied, unable to hide a smirk of my own. He was infuriating, but there was something oddly charming about his confidence.

"Let's just say I prefer to keep a low profile," he continued, picking up a piece of siomai. "Besides, I didn't want you to think of me as just a rich guy. There's more to me than that."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what's that?"

He chewed thoughtfully, taking his time to respond, clearly enjoying the suspense. "I'm also a decent cook. Wait until I invite you to my place for dinner sometime."