The Infamous Billionaire

Chapter 11: Date

"Can you at least tell me what I should wear for the date?" Andrea whined and I just smirked as I finally gave in.

"Head to your room and see."

It's now officially her room since we both agreed that she stays me in my apartment until we finish the case and when she wants to move out while still under my company, I can look for a new apartment for her but now, she's stuck with me.

And I'd like to keep it that way.

It's been an hour and I shake my head in annoyance. Why does it have to take a long time for girls to pamper up themselves for a gathering? It's rocket science. I checked my watch again and at this rate, if we won't head out, we'll be late for our 7:30PM reservation.

"Andrea, can you please hurry up?" I grumbled and she laughed behind me.

"Already here, Max." She said and I turned around to see her in a red, peplum dress that defines more of her and her body. The red, fiery color taking her beauty into another definition of beauty. I felt like I looked like trash beside her with my navy suit partnered with brown casual shoes, to say the least.

"You look dashing, Max." Andrea genuinely commented and I smiled at her.

"You look beautiful yourself, Andrea."

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"What do you wanna talk about?" Andrea asked and I shrugged which earned me a laugh from her.

"It's the first time I saw you not having any plans written down. That's very refreshing. What do you talk about during dates, anyway?" Andrea said.

"Do I look like I date women?" I asked and she just stared at me.

"Between the two of us, I think you're the one more experienced in this field."

"In sexual rendezvous, yes, dates, no." I smirked and she gasped.

"So you just bed them? Wow, they're cheap."

I chuckled at her remark because of the irony. The women I bed dress in the finest, designer outfits and yet she called them cheap. Cheap relationship-wise, yes, I can attest to that.

"I wouldn't call them cheap. They knew the deal and we're mutually okay with it. Trust me, it looks bad because I'm a man but I am like what they are." I explained to her. "And besides, I want the real thing this time."

"Expound on that, please." She said as she tried to calm down after reacting to my side comment.

"I don't want that type of deal anymore. I want to feel the real thing, Andrea. Wine and dine a woman, show her the world's finest things in life, buy whatever her heart desires, anything to please the woman. I want to make her feel like wanted." I sighed as I explained it to her. I didn't really expect that to be sappy as it sounds.

"Okay, you made your point and in short, your woman's happiness is over the roof. But what about your happiness?"

"As cliché as this might sound but if she's happy, I'm happy. I want to make her feel loved, Andrea." I said with conviction and I saw goosebumps in her forearms and smiled.

"I feel it." She barely whispered and I smiled again.

"I know."

"Wait, can you say his name again?" I asked incredulously. I refuse to believe I heard the right name. She suggested we talk about our personal lives and share something that cannot be researched. I mean, that applies to me and now, we're talking about when, where and to whom we lost our virginity to.

"Fabian."

"His last name, please." I exasperatedly said.

"Why?" Andrea smirked as she drank from her glass of margarita.