Not Your Typical Fairytale (Complete)

Chapter 12

"Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come in and eat with me?" he asked, turning towards the corridor. How did he know I was there? I walked in slowly. "Didn't your parents teach you it's rude to eavesdrop?"

"I wasn't eavesdropping; I was giving you privacy, that's all. How did you know I was there?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He looked at me and then at the wall. There was a mirror facing the corridor. OK! I just nodded.

"Eat, Ayola," he commanded. What happened to 'angel'? It was Panarottis pasta. I know damn well he didn't make that himself. "I didn't know which one you'd like," he said, watching me eat.

"This is actually my favourite," I said, stuffing myself with food. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Ayola, I don't want to be your fuckbuddy; I want us to be in a relationship. I want us to be exclusive and go on cute dates at the park or go to the movies or come chill at my place," he said. I literally choked on my food, and he handed me a glass of water.

"I'm 25, I'm not getting any younger, and I don't have time to play. I understand that you are still young and you probably not ready for anything serious, and I understand that. If that's what you want, then I will drive you home when we're done eating and never contact you again," he said, all of that with his eyes burning into mine, tattooing his words on my brain. He was serious.

"Can I at least process all of this?" I said, twirling my fork around my pasta, playing with my food.

He exhaled, the sound heavy with the weight of his words. "A week should be enough," he said, taking a gulp of his red wine.

A week? What?

"Uhhmmm... on our way home, could we pass by the pharmacy and buy the emergency pill?" I looked up at him, my gaze searching his.

He nodded. "Of course." Then, a pause. "Eat up, it's getting late." My plate was still full. I started eating, but silence hung between us. "Is something bothering you? You've been quiet ever since we had sex."

I sighed, torn between excitement and uncertainty, wanting to spill everything to Simmy. "My brother warned me against you, but here I am in your t-shirt, naked underneath, after having what's probably the best sex I've ever had, and for some reason, I don't even feel guilty about going against him." His smile weakened my knees.

"I'm flattered, but it's all up to you what you want to do. And because I'm a fair person, I want you to take some time and think about this. I don't want you to make a decision based on the sex." I nodded, taking in his words. "I am going to Cape Town for a week; there's some business I need to sort out."

"What business?" I asked, curiosity piqued. "What do you do for a living?"

"For one, your father is my boss. I am currently managing one of his companies in Cape Town, and a friend of mine screwed up numbers, so I have to leave."

"So, you're in the accounting department?" He nodded. "So, fixing an error takes a week?"

"No, but it will give you enough time to think about you and I." I nodded in understanding.

"And what if I don't want us to date?" I shoved more food into my mouth.

"Like I said, I'll leave you alone," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

"I mean, what if I just want us to be fuckbuddies?" I looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

He raised an eyebrow. "Sex with you is too lit for us to be just fuckbuddies, Ayola. I want more or nothing at all." He stood up. "Finish up your food so we can leave; I still need to pack." With a kiss on my cheek, he left.