No Good In GoodBye

Chapter 8

Jason's POV

I watched the time slip by.

It was suffocating, waiting for tonight. It seemed like the time has stopped.

Atlast it was 8.00.

I sent my driver to pick up Rebecca and after 15 minutes she walked in through the doors and went straight to reception.

I don't know why but I just glanced around the dining hall. As I looked around the dining hall; I realized every guy was eyeing her like she was some kind of piece of meat and they would eat her any minute.

It made my blood boil and I wanted to wring their necks with my bare hands. I was jealous and I don't know why but I was fuming in anger.

She was looking beyond beautiful with a cute yellow summer dress and high pumps that showed her legs longer.

She was looking tempting and that immediately caused a reaction in my lower south body parts. I wanted to rip that dress off her but so did other guys in the restaurant.

I moved my legs to adjust the tightness in my pants and looked down at my plate to avoid anymore thoughts.

She was smiling innocently and I tried to only concentrate on her face and not elsewhere.

She approached the table and I stood up to greet her, "you look extremely beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off you", I blurted out.

She blushed at my remark and murmured a quiet 'thank you' to me,  which in turn made me grin like a cheshire cat.

We ordered our meal and Rebecca ordered a rather cheesy dish. I thought she's a kind of girl who likes to stay slim and beautiful, not that she's not beautiful now, but again, whatever I think about her turns out to be the opposite of what she does.

I tried to start a conversation but she beat me to it "so do you own this restaurant?" she asked in awe, looking around the interior.

"Yeah, you like it?", I asked.

"Like? I love it. Its so beautiful." I smiled at her reply "so tell me something about yourself Mr. Knight?" she asked. "Jason. Please call me Jason. Mr.Knight makes me feel old and I've just started living my life", I told her.

She nodded and asked me about my interests I politely replied to all her questions until the waiter served us dinner.

I tried not looking around the hall anymore to avoid mood swings. She was enjoying her dish so much and did not, once, fussed about the amount of cheese was taking in or the calories, she will be gaining.

I asked her a lot of things and even though, after my stupid stunt at our last date; nothing was uncomfortable or awkward.