Bad for my heart

Chapter 25.

Charlotte POV.

"I don't need you. But if you want to pay, than you can." I took my phone from the table. I hope he pays or else my brother will kill me for being out so late at night.

"Please." I looked at him confused. "Say please." He repeated.

"Please." I mumbled and he gave the man his card.

"You can leave." He told me and I left.

"I can't believe I was so desperate that I said please to that asshole. When did I even turn into this kind of person?" I mumbled, walking home.

"You should learn to walk faster, unless you want to get home by ten in the morning." He walked passed me.

"Are you insinuating that I'm slow?" I ran after him. "Why are you even following me, did I steal something from you?" I questioned, standing in his way.

"I'm not following you, I travel and this is my hometown." He replied.

"You don't look like a Californian." I stated.

"What's your problem with me, I'll admit that I wasn't born here and I was born in Italy but that does not mean--."

"Listen here, you started stalking me at the bad side of New York, then the coffee shop, where you touched m--." He gave me his phone. "I'm not giving you my number." I snapped.

"I'm not asking for your number. Just watch the CCTV footage of the coffee shop because I didn't touch you, I actually helped you."

I watched the video and he was actually telling the truth. A guy tried to take my purse in my bag and he touched me just so I could turn around.

"But why didn't you just stop him, rather than touching me." I asked.

"You the type of girl who would think I helped you for something in return so I thought of acting like the bad guy but you wouldn't stop calling me a bad person that's why I asked the owner for the CCTV footage." He explained, taking his phone from me. "It's half-past four, go home." He added.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, looking down. 

"What do you want from me?" This Asshole knows me well. I can't believe, I'm so easy to read.

"Do you mind helping me go home, it's kinda far and I have no motivation." I smiled at him.

"Motivation?" He questioned and I rubbed my tummy. "Oh." He finally understood what I was taking about. I can't believe food is my only motivation. "I don't have a car, so walking is your only option."

"What?" I shouted angry. "I can't believe you are so crazy. How can you walk to a restaurant after two."

"You also did, so you tell me." This man is acting smart with me. I would have beat him up if I didn't need him.

"Well now can you please carry me, home." I'll definitely regret this in the morning.

"You not a baby so come on, walk." He walked away from me and I ran after him.

"I know I'm not a baby because I'm carrying one." I put my hand over my mouth. "That was a joke." I started laughing and he shook his head, smiling.

"You such a bad liar." He said and I got on his back. "You are heavy."

"If you ever give a girl that type of compliment than you will stay single for life."

"Who said I don't want to stay single forever." He asked but I didn't answer. "Don't sleep on me."

"I'll chock you if you don't shut up." I warned him and he giggled. I know he isn't Damien but whenever he smiles or laughs, he reminds me of him.