His Blue Eyes Girl

Ch.29-I Choose You

"Are you going to help me or just stare at me?" He asks as he puts a cluster of grapes into his basket. This morning she woke up beside of him in a new set of lingerie much to her shock and kicked him off the bed which woke him up in an instant. As crazy as it sounds, she was demanding him to tell her what he did to her because if he dared laid a finger on her while she was knocked out, he was going to lose his balls. She must have kicked him hard though because his butler and maid came crashing in with no warnings, in which she panicked and quickly grabs the white blanket to cover her body. Turns out he did nothing. Gwen calmed her down explaining that when she came to get the two of them for dinner, she found them both in deep sleep. AD, of course, had a smart mouth and taunted her by asking if she was sore, which serves him another kick at his shin. After breakfast, he took her to his grape yard to pick some fresh grapes. And now they're stuck here out in the middle of his estate the last place she wants to be right now.

"Listen," he says, "I'm sorry, but aren't you going to at least apologize for being childish and not giving me a chance to explain."

"Fine," she says as she picks a grape and put it in her mouth, "explain."

"I'm sure by now you've figured out that my ex used to be Ziva David the supermodel. Well, we've known each other since we were children. Guess you can say we're close since I used to spend a lot of times at my aunt's place and her family lived right next door. Anyway, we started dating in college of our second year. After we graduated, we even planned on getting married, so we got engaged, but then I learned that she was having an affair with my uncle. When I asked if it was true, she told me it's been going on for at least six months while I was helping at my father's company. I didn't believe her, but one night when I came home, I found them making love on my bed. The wedding was called off. Then you know the rest of the story. I wanted to bury away that memory because I was so hurt by the person, I thought I loved the most. So, I buried that memory away instead of confronting it. When you asked me again, I was taken aback. I never thought of it. I never had.

For all the times I've spent with you are different from when I spent with her. You two are different. Ziva, I always had to protect her because she's timid and shy. Fragile like glass. I can never move my eyes off of her not because she's a supermodel and beautiful, but she's always getting into some kind of troubles with other men. They were attracted to were like leeches and she panics in those type of situations. If I have to say the one thing you two have in common, it's that you both attract men left and right. I was her protector. You, on the other hand, somehow you managed to drive me crazy. My eyes are always on you because of your smile, your laughter, the way you move, and the way you make me feel. You don't need me to protect you, but I want to," he says as he walks close to her and wraps his arms around her. "You don't want me to comfort you, but I will. You want to push me away, but I want to be closer," he places his forehead against her under the sun. "In other words, I can't live without you. From the very moment I met you, there was something that made me attracted to you. I was nervous but excited at the same time. If I turn back time to when I met you at the auction, I still choose you."

"Why does that sound an awful lot like I choose you, Pikachu," she jokes causing both of them to laugh.

"I didn't see that one coming," he says as he kisses her cheeks. "So are you going to help me or not," he asks once again letting her go.

"No," she says as she begins to walk away leaving him flustered, "Gwen is going to the lake and I told her I'm going with her. See you later, handsome."

Later that night after dinner, Stephanie rummages through the all the shopping bags to find a set of sleeping pajamas only there wasn't any! Of course, his birdbrain would forget to grab a few pair of pajamas for her. That idiot! With a single puff, she grabs a pair of black panties and decides to go through his closet. Luckily, she manages to find a white t-shirt, it's just the perfect length for her as it'll reach her mid-thighs. Just as she closes his dresser, her ears perk up hearing him walk into the room talking to the phone. Curious she walks out of his closet catching the perfect timing as he turns around to face him.

"Sorry, Keith I'll make it up to you, "AD says with a smile as he walks towards her seeing her raising her eyebrows and can't help but smile seeing her hold her clothes tight to her chest like a little girl. "Alright man, I'll talk to you later."

"Keith," she yells as she manages to grab AD's wrist bringing the phone close to her, "Your sick friend here kidnapped me and you're not going to call the cops?!"

"Bye Stephanie, have fun," Keith says over the phone with a burst of laughter and hangs up.

"I kidnapped you?"

"Of course," she says as she lets go of his wrist and picks up her clothes that fell to the floor.

"Then why didn't you call the cops," he asks with a smirk, "You had your phone with you all this time."

"You know what AD? Shut up," she says walking into the bathroom, "no one is apparently on my side," she mumbles but loud enough for him to hear.