Chapter 4 Allergy

• I stared at myself in the mirror and calmed myself. In just a few minutes, I know I'll see the man I talked to last night. I know that no matter what decision I make, I still have no choice. Last night I was still trying to calm myself and convince myself to just give it a try and just wing everything but what was going to happen still didn't really sink into my brain.
• Just a few days ago I was just a college student cramming for requirements and exams and now, I’m having trouble figuring out what steps I’m going to take while that man is trying to get me pregnant.
• I closed my eyes tight and calmed myself before I pulled my shits up and decided to come back to the private room. I went straight in there but stopped immediately at the same time as my heart stopped beating.
• A man in a corporate suit and tie intently sitting in front of the chair I was sitting a while ago before I left. In the distance I could immediately see how its thick eyebrows met. His nose is on point and his skin is fair enough that the lights would even give more emphasis on his skin.
• He looked so serious and intimidating, I couldn’t move. In just a few seconds his sight moved into me and our eyes met. My lips parted a bit as I looked at his deep menacing eyes. He’s seriously so good looking that I don’t even get why I’m suddenly complimenting him.
• ”Where have you been?”, his first words.
• God, even his voice is deep but so soothing in my ears. Is that even possible? And his tone, he sounds annoyed and bored the same as his expression.
• I grasped my sling bag and walked slowly near my seat. He followed me with his gaze and I seemed to want to catch my breath because of his stares at me. I gave him another look. His hair is not long but not too short. It is well fixed and matches his face structure.
• “Uhm…” I was tongue tied. Is it him? Is it really him? Did he pay me a million just to get pregnant?
• "I paid you a million and now you have the courage to run away from the conversation?"
• “What?”I asked him angrily.
• ”Isn't a million enough? All right. Tell me, how much are you? ”
• My lips parted because I couldn't say what I wanted to say because of the mixture of annoyance and shock I felt. This arrogant and selfish beast! What is beautiful in appearance is ugly in character!
• ”Just so you know, you passed your application and I made it all clear for you. I gave you what you’re desperate for, so now, you have no right to leave this conversation. I’ll get you pregnant and I’ll give you the grands that you wish for. ”
• I chuckled without humor. My fist automatically clenched beneath the table as I listened to his words.
• “For your information too, mister,” Arrogant, I wanted to add. “I was in the fvcking powder room as I arrived earlier than you asked. Don’t worry I’m not gonna run for the hills because as you said, I’m desperate for your money right? I’m all in! When is it? Right now? Right here? ”, I uttered without pausing.
• I could almost catch my breath because of the length of what was said and also because of the suppressed anger that caused my chest to tighten. I’m so offended by what he said. Hell yeah! I’m desperate and I blame myself for being so dumb thinking this was all a scam.
• His mouth is in a thin line. I remained smiling and confident like he didn’t hurt me by his words at all. But deep inside, as I look at him straight in the eyes I feel like I’m caged into a contract and now left with no choice but to enjoy being in jail, with this man of course.
• We’re both silent and remained to look at each other. I don't think we have the guts to stop the staring if the waiter hadn't come to ask for our order.
• His stare remained on me but I couldn’t manage to look at him. I look at the waiter and smile while also glancing at him seconds at a time. A few more moments when I stared at him and raised an eyebrow. That's when he cough lightly as if he’s releasing the tension between our tables.
• "Here's the menu ma'am and sir."
• I accepted the menu and so did he. I kept my gaze on him as he seemed very knowledgeable and well-versed in eating in this kind of place. I unconsciously bit my lower lip thinking how he’s so good looking yet his attitude is on the ground.
• “We’ll have Filet Mignon and Chateauneuf du Pape for wine.”
• After he said that he caught me looking at him so I immediately took my eyes off him. I just pretended everything was normal and looked at him again. His eyes are pinned on me like he’s almost annoyed or what. What did I even do to him? He’s the one who did some insulting!
• "Remove the pepper based condiments for her please."
• I gasped at my mind, I was stone faced on the outside but my insides were wondering how did he know about my allergy?
• "Right away sir." The waiter nodded.
• "What more do you want?" He asked me.
• I snorted and shook my head before closing the menu and returning it to the waiter. I haven't paid yet.
• ”And please take these fvcking strawberries. She’s sensitive to its scent. ”, I heard him say.
• My mouth went agape. All of my annoyance and my thoughts about his dirty attitude fade away. I felt something inside me that moved, fvck. It seems like space and time became the finest point imaginable. Calm your shits Angel, it’s just strawberries.
• ‘Hell yeah! Just a fvckin strawberries, but how did he know about that? And the peppers! ’I shouted at myself inside my mind.
• He fixed himself and seems to be making himself comfortable in his seat while I’m still puzzled how come he knew about that. Did I even put it in my resume? No!
• Well, who cares? Maybe he had some private investigator shit and all that. I should not forget what I am here. As of the moment, just his surrogate - unofficially.
• Andrew’s POV
• Enchantress. What kind of sorcery does this woman have? I clenched my fist on the table, a sign of suppression. Suppression of what? Of telling her that I’ve always had behind her back this whole time.
• She seems puzzled how I manage to know her allergies and such. Heck, I cannot hide it. Can I ever hide the truth from her? She will for sure hate me if she knew that I’ve been acting like a crazy stalker this whole time.
• I thought she went home, I’ve arrived before her because I can’t just sit in my office waiting for hours to meet her. So I went earlier than the scheduled hour. I stayed in my car and an hour later, I saw her standing outside the restaurant. She looked like she’s doubting. I don’t know if I should be glad or mad.
• Half of me wanted her to back out. The million is yours, you can spend it all you want and I’ll still give you more but also half of my conscience is whispering to me.
• You’ve been waiting for this time to come, Hugh. The Angel of mine has come, should I let this opportunity pass?
• I can’t help but to portray my madness in front of her. Mad not because of her but the thought of her being someone surrogate. What if she’s contracted with someone else, hell yeah. No one dares to touch this woman. No one.
• I know she’s not yet ready for this kind of set up. She’s just caught up with this situation because she needed those grand, I’ll give her months, years or a lifetime. If she’s not ready for this, I’ll always be here waiting for her.
• She yawned while playing with the utensils in front of her while my eyes were still pierced on her, almost glaring. She accidentally dropped the spoon from her fingers and that made some noise. She seemed shocked and scared for a second and her eyes immediately went to mine.
• I remained glaring at her. She bit her lower lip clearly showing her guiltiness.
• Scared of me, baby? You shouldn’t be, You can break anything in this place and in this world. And if that includes my heart then I’ll gladly let you break me - all of me.