Chapter 8: Princess' Car Ride

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Hera

"Why were you at the airport so late?" Bryson asked me. I was sitting in the passenger seat in his big car while Hilary was sitting next to Damien in the back.

"Me and Hilary had a girl's day out in New York. I needed a break and it was too beautiful of a day to spend in the office." I confessed, inwardly remembering the amazing day we had.

"You had fun?" He asked, sounding like he was actually interested.

"Absolutely. Everything about it was enjoyable. And spending it with Hilary made it even more worthwhile." I smiled. "And you?" I asked.

"What about me?" He asked.

"Why were you at the airport so late at night?" I looked at Bryson while he drove with his emotionless expression, making me smile.

"Me and Damien had just flown in for the meeting today at noon. We wanted to get here early so that we wouldn't have any traveling issues." He said, sounding robotic.

"Do you ever rest?"

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly what I said." I grinned. "Do you ever do anything else but work?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Boxing."

"Ok... I was referring to hobbies. Like, something you do in your spare time to relieve yourself from your daily life's stress and all. It's usually fun."

"MMA."

"Anything else?" I asked in hope for an answer like no other. I felt like he had a scrapbooking addiction which he didn't want anyone to know about.

"Wrestling."

"Anything less violent?"

He hesitated. Bryson opened his mouth to say something, but closed it shut just as something was about to come out. I almost pursued him to say what he wanted to say, but I didn't have to, "Stamp collecting." He said in a gruff tone.

My whole body just huffed down in disappointment and I felt deflated. I thought that I was so close, but he proved to me just how much he was made of stone. I didn't understand why he didn't want to tell me what he did in his spare time, it wasn't like I was going to use it against him in the future. I was just starting small talk.

I looked back at him and saw a light smirk form on his face. It was so vivid, I could hardly tell what it was at first, but once I looked closer, I noticed it and almost felt my stomach melt. He could look extremely hot if he smiled more, which had me wondering why he didn't do it often.

"So you won't tell me?" I said, hoping to get through to him again.

"Kick boxing." He said. I rolled my eyes and decided to change the topic.

"I read books. Lots of them. I'm a huge fan of historical fictions and romantic novels."

"You look like the type. Naïve and innocent." He stated with his emotionless tone. I didn't give up though, I made it my personal mission to get through to his human side.

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