That Bitch..

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I did not know what to say. How to reacted to him. People usually call before they show up at somebody's house.  I put my hand inside of my purse and I found my keys for the fist try this time.

"As far I'm concern that's what we are right?" It was still bitter pill to swallow for me - every time I remember the last night in Monaco. He put his hands inside of the pockets of his jeans. I turned my back to him ready to open the door. I felt the butterflies in my stomach..I did not want to feel this way about him.

"Can I invite you for dinner?"

"Thanks," I opened the heavy door. "I already ate." Right when I entered the main door I looked at him again. I could see his face in the lights of the street lamp's. He looked sad, his eyes were not sparkling as usually and there was no smile on his face. He was still looking handsome..cute..asshole..

"Are you coming in or do you want to stand outside?"

We took an elevator. Standing next to each other..we were quiet. I was sure that it was not a good idea to invite him in. The apartment was empty. Roxanna was coming back on Saturday morning and Sanda tomorrow. I turned the light in the hall on. I removed my shoes and walked to the kitchen.

"Are you thirsty or hungry?" To say the truth I escape to kitchen to have some space and time to think. He was here. In my home..

"Do you have some whisky?"

Whisky? What does he think that I am? A bar?

"No. I have some.." I was looking through the fridge..and freezer.."Vodka?"

"That's o.k...will you have some with me?" He entered the kitchen looking around. Not looking impressed.. I'm not a drinker, but I think I need one shot.. He sat on the chair and crossed his arms on his chest. "Cute place."

I put ice into the glasses."Say is like you mean it Max."

He laughed. I put his glass in front of him and cheered to it.

"Cheers." I did not wait for him to cheer back to me..I just took a shot. He took his after me.

"Do you live alone?"

"Do you?"  I put the glass on the table and walked to the fridge for some snacks..there was some cheese, italian salami and olives in the fridge.

"So who is your friend?"

Can he be more obvious? I put all snacks on the plate and brought it to the table.

"How do you know where do I live?" I sat across from him at the table.

"Are we playing the puzzle here?" He said. I could tell that he was getting little bothered by this question's game. We were quiet for a minute.

"I felt bad about our last meeting.." He said with the serious face. "I was not the most polite host.."

I did not expect the apology.. I kind of like to hate on him..

"You are so beautiful..I know there must be a tons of the men chasing after you.."

I liked the way he was swinging from the one subject to another..I blushed..It felt good to hear that from him.

"Are you two dating for some time?"

"No..we are not dating.." I do not owe him an explanation, but it just came out naturally.