Holding on

Chapter Six

"Good evening sir, this way to your table", the waitress smiled gently after showing us to our seats.

"Thank you", I smiled back.

I went with a floral dress that ended just above my knees and paired it with black flats, minimum makeup and a black purse. Nothing too much. Michael on the other hand was in a black tuxedo which seemed to hold his muscles in their place.

"Excuse me", he said as he signalled one of the waiter to our table.

"Could I get two virgin coladas and a plate of chicken Peri Peri with fried rice on the side and a plate of shrimp Alfredo. Thank you".

I just let him order, if we were somewhere secluded I would have kicked his ass. Who did he was in the first place ordering for me, it was better if I let him know.

"So tell me Michael, uh I never got your last name". I said to him after taking a sip of my drink.

"It's Arthur", he said looking somewhat nervous.

"Michael Arthur, okay, what do you do?"

I wanted to know him duh, maybe he was a serial killer, who knows.

"I'm just trying to figure myself and my future out. I will be taking over my dad's companies soon but I have my own dreams and aspirations too, you know", he said whiles his eyes never left mine.

"I wish I had something to take over from my dad too", I said under my breath but he heard it.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, uh never mind", I smiled lightly.

"Michael Arthur, is that you!!", we turned our heads to the left to see this blonde lady with an hourglass figure men would do anything to hold.

He just sat there not even acknowledging the fact that someone was calling him.

"Michael? She's talking to you" I said to him.

"Who is this?", she said while looking at me like I had horns growing out of my head.

Oh this lady didn't just look at me like that, you better wipe that look off your face before I punch you right now.

"Excuse me", he got the waiters attention and gave him a hundred dollar not AMD asked him to keep the change.

"Let's go", he said with some authority.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"We are leaving". He just held out his hand for me which I took and we exited the restaurant.

"Michael, Michael???, don't you dare walk away from me", the blonde was still following us.

She might be one spoiled brat.

We got into his car and he sped off, he didn't even wait for me to put ony seat belt.

"I'm sorry about that", he said without looking at me.

I didn't want to look at him either, he was gripping the steer so hard his knuckles were turning white. There was a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Uhm, could you please pass by my house, thank you" I told him.

"Are you mad at me?", he said plainly.

"Why? Should I be mad at you? Whatever that was, that's your business not mine, if you want to tell me that's your problem and if you don't, that's your problem too", I told him straight.

No one had ever taken me out to a restaurant before. There was something about him that made me feel at peace, like me was my haven.

But there is much more to know that just his smile.

When we got to my house all the lights were off which meant my dad was not yet home.

"Goodnight and thank you for taking me out", I said to him before grabbing my purse and stepping out of the car.

A/N: I don't know what you are thinking but please let me know okay, thank you for reading, I really appreciate it and don't forget to vote and comment I really want to know what you think. Thank you guys.