His Caramel

Chapter 35: You're naughty

Miguel POV

"How come you have a driver waiting for you here, Miguel? This doesn't make sense at all." She spoke at the time the driver opened the door and I made her sit in the car.

I hopped in after her and can't stop smiling at her confused look. I turned around to look at her, noticing her staring at me waiting for my reply.

"I will tell you but promise me first that you won't get mad." She nodded but it wasn't convincing me with the look that appears on her face.

"In words, Caramel."

"Ok, I promise. Now, tell me." She urged.

"Actually, I was pretending." I looked away ready to be scold, hit, slap or whatever it is from her but nothing happens. No word from her, but her eyes peering at me.

"I don't understand." Her scrunched face made me laughed.

"I swear, you're so cute," I pinched her cheeks. "I'm sorry but leaving the city and you are not the plan for today. I was pretending so that you will come after me. Now you get it?" I confessed the truth to her.

"But you have your luggage with you."

I moved my head closer to her and whispered, "To be honest, the luggage is empty." Her lips partially parted as she finally read through the whole situation.

"You're so mean, Miguel. I'm not talking to you." She turned to the other side and throwing her sight outside the window. Luckily we were in the car at this time, if not; for sure there will be a chasing game between us again.

I pulled her towards me by wrapping my arms around her waist. "I'm sorry, Caramel. You refused to talk to me and I can't think about other ways to make you confess." I rested my chin on her shoulder while intertwined our hands from behind.

"Talk to me, please." I pleaded near her ears. She tilted her head and gazed at my face with her narrowed eyes.

"I forgive you this time but don't remind me about what happened earlier. It's so embarrassing. You pushed me to the edge, Miguel. I thought you're leaving for real."

"Because of your stubbornness, Caramel and you pushed me to the end of the road too. So, now consider we are fair." She rolled her eyes playfully with my statement then she rested her body on my chest.

"Oh, wait, where are we going now? I need to go back to the café." Her expression showed that she almost forgets about the café.

"I thought we are going to finish what you started just now at the airport?" She slapped my arms, aware of the meaning of my statement.

"Not now?" I teased her again, enjoying her expression. She spun around with her face in a deep shade of red. She clamped her hand over my mouth, in an attempt to stop me from uttering any word.

"You're not going to say that again." I kissed her palm and the action caused her to widen her eyes.

"Such a pervert," she uttered, releasing her palm.

"Hey," I hold her waist tighter before continues, "Kissing my own girlfriend is not considered a pervert. This is a mutual feeling," I reminded her with a naughty smile on my face.

"I didn't say I will be your girlfriend." She retorted, showing me a smirk.

"Look like we will have a long talk tonight but before that let me do this." With that said, I pecked her lips with a kiss. She immediately turned to look at the driver who was concentrating on the road.

"You're so naughty, Miguel. Don't do something like that in public." I could see her effort to hide the smile that almost curves on her lips.

"Ok, to be continued tonight since we're housemates now."

"Now I regret taking you back from the airport." She spun around with her back facing me and lay on my chest again.

"I know you're not," I muttered in a low tone. We stay in that position till we reach the café. I was anticipated for tonight. I want to spend time with her; chitchatting and maybe some cuddling, who knows.

Scarlet POV

We ordered some pizza and dessert on the way back from the café. It was so nice having company to walk with, to talk to, and to hold into while walking on the street. I loved the way he intertwined our fingers. After we arrived, we agreed to have a shower before settle down with dinner.

"Oh, that's a cute pajama," his words making me glanced at my own outfit. It was a short pajama with cherry printed on the fabric. There was nothing special and I knew he just teases me for my reaction.

"Come over, Caramel. The food is way too ready," he was waiting for me in the living room with two boxes of pizza, desserts, and drinks ready on the table.

"I'm sorry, we don't have a proper dining table here as me and Cassandra really enjoyed eating on the couch while watching some movie," I told him, looking at him sitting on the floor facing the coffee table.

"No worries about it, this is fun anyway." He pulled me towards him and made me seated next to him.

"It looks good, let's eat. I'm almost starving." My mouth was watery over the cream donut. I was aware of the fact that it wasn't healthy to eat something sweet at night but who cares.

"Do you always having this kind of food as your dinner?" He was chewing on his pizza while eyeing me munching on the donut and moan unexpectedly.

"Hmm, maybe five times per week?"

"Oh no, that's too much, I won't allow that to happen after this." He shook his head in disbelief.

"Why? People said eating something sweet can hype you up and change the sour mood to a happy mood. It's a good thing." I didn't wait for his reply and grabbed the second donut but was stopped by his slap.

"Uh, what?" I averted my eyes to his face, not getting his message.

"You can't have too much dessert at night. Eat the pizza," I pouted since I can't have my second donut.

"I forget that I ate with someone who cares about his health. What is the difference between pizza and donut though?" I mocked which earned a pinch on my cheek and I yelped playfully.

"Seems like someone forgot the way she throws a tantrum in front of the pizza shop earlier." His words making me laugh thinking about how I convinced him to have fast food for dinner.

"I will take care of you after this. You can trust me on this." He winked at me.

"Hell, no, thanks for your offer but I'm good on my own." I reached for a slice of mushroom pizza and shoved it into my mouth. While I was chewing the mouthful of pizza, he suddenly pecked me on my lips.

"Miguel, what are you doing? Can't you see that I'm eating?" I gasped at his sudden attack. I could feel his oily lips lingered on mine and I wiped it off with the back of my palm.

"Nothing, just to remind you that you are not on your own now. You have me, your boyfriend." He exclaimed and I swear he was unbelievably sexy. I hide my smile not wanting to let him know how much his action made me want to scream like a high school girl that was fallen in love.

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