In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 71

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 71

My reflection was lovely and ready to go.
Rushing out of the dressing room, my smile dropped when the absence of Emeliano greeted me…

Not so fast, pretty boy.

Grabbing my purse, I rushed out of the room and straight to the garage, just in time to see the driver’s side door slam shut, I rushed to the passenger side quickly, opened the door and jumped in, trying so hard to catch my breath. Shutting the door beside me, I turned to find a stunned looking Emeliano who just stared at me like I was some mad woman who escaped from a mental asylum.

“You’re crazy.” He muttered.

“Yaay! First compliment of the day!” I said, calming my breathing and putting my seat belt on, wouldn’t want psycho pretty boy to help put it on… This is operation avoid awkward moments!

“Why do you even want to come with me?”
“Because it’s a party… There’s going to be lots and lots of food, fine wine… Ya know.” I bumped his shoulder playfully.

Groaning, Emeliano fired up the engine, and drove out of the mansion.

“Funny how you thought you could escape me though.” I voiced out, breaking the silence. “No one escapes me.” I sent a sly smirk to his direction.

He scrunched his brows, still concentrating on the road. “No one escapes you? Wow… Mason would have gone through a lot trying to escape you- poor guy.”
Oh, it’s game on!

I looked out the window, acting like his words affected me to the core, playing with my fingers nervously and biting my lips like I wanted to cry.

“S--t.” I heard him mutter. He sighed after that and finally spoke up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

I looked up at him with a smirk. “This making it the fifth time you’re apologizing to me… Am I good at this or what?”
He groaned. “You’re so annoying.” He muttered, concentrating on the road again.
Silence followed.

I didn’t really know what to say but I needed to say something to lighten the mood in the car or maybe make it more.. tense…
“On the scale of one to ten, what number would you rate my boobs?” I blurted out, enjoying the priceless look Emeliano shot at my direction as he struggled to control the stirring wheel.

“Excuse me?” He asked.
“I’m sensing some de ja vu right now… I remember saying those exact words when you told me to strip naked… Anywho, why don’t you answer the question?”
Emeliano’s grip tightened on the stirring wheel. “You want to get an honest reply?” He asked.

“Yeah… Who doesn’t love an honest reply, and besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before? Pfft.”

He glared at my direction… “Okay… I’ll give your boobs a- hmm…” He stopped to think… “Two… Definitely a two.”

“Wow… I never thought I’d go that high,
coming from you though… I wonder what number Marcos would rate me on? Five? Four? Ten?” His jaw clenched and unclenched. “He would probably give me a ten, seeing as he’s such a nice man…”