Contract War

Chapter 5

"Buckle up, safety first," Derek exclaimed with enthusiasm when we had settled in his favourite white Audi. I gave him a look that screamed 'What the actual f*&#?'

"Tu stop giving me that look as if I'm a Little Einsteins fan,"

"Are you a Little Einsteins fan?"

"Seriously Tu?"

I raised my hands in defence, "Hey, I'm not judging. Who knows, maybe I'm a Dora The Explorer fan,"

Derek laughed. "Just put on your seatbelt. We wouldn't want my bride-to-be getting hurt just before our wedding, would we?"

"You're just lucky she hasn't gotten any cold feet, but who knows, she could just run away to Mexico on her wedding day." I shrugged.

He shook his head and looked at me with amusement written all over his face, sticking the key into the ignition. I sent him a wink as the engine purred to life.

Derek was a really smart guy, like super intelligent. He finished high school when he was only 15 years old and he demanded to be sent to med school and that's what his dad did...well, after pulling a shit-tonne of strings, of course. Long story short, now he's a neurosurgeon and a Co-CEO of Thomas Holdings. Derek had never really wanted to be the CEO of his family's company so he and Danny both took over. Danny would attend the meetings and meet all the clients and Derek would be monitoring the company's progress and making all negotiations through conference calls as he worked from home and was sometimes needed at the hospital where he worked.

"Derek?"

"What's up?"

"Don't you ever wish that you could live your own normal life and do stuff like dating different girls and going to clubs every Friday night? Don't you ever wish that this whole contract thing had never happened?"

"And miss the chance to watch you fail miserably at flipping pancakes in the morning? No," he said with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and glanced at him, drinking in the focused look on his face and the way he gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting on his thigh, the suit making him look so composed yet edible. Derek really knew how to bring a whole new definition to the word 'driving'.

"Now why are you staring at me?" He must have sensed my stare because he didn't bother taking his eyes off the road when he asked the question.

"You look sexy when you're driving."

I mentally applauded myself for being so blunt.

Derek laughed until tears appeared at the corners of his eyes and I just smiled sheepishly.

"I know babe," he replied as he wiggled his eyebrows.

I sighed and smacked the back of his head.

"Ow!" He exclaimed. "Come on Tu, I'm driving here,"

"Really? I didn't notice." I deadpanned.

A few minutes had passed when I realised something and smacked the back of Derek's head again.

"Seriously Tu, what now?" He winced in pain as he rubbed the back of his head.

I'm sure I didn't hit him that hard.

"You just missed the turn to the airport!" I exclaimed in frustration.

"Oh shit," he muttered.

"Oh shit indeed,"

"Brace yourself," he said with a serious look.

I snorted and raised an eyebrow. "Brace yourself? Is that really the best you could think of?"