Chapter 11: Chapter 11

eleven: A shitty dinner

Samantha

This week was fast and uneventful surprising my step mother believed all the  shitty crappy lies I told her or so I think.

For chole she has been minding her business and giving me looks that says I know what you are up to and am coming for you.

Right now I was receiving a call from a rude client or should I say mr DiCaprio girlfriend. In her dreams. you too bitch,my subconscious said.

"Ma please am sorry but how am I supposed to know you are his girlfriend"I said not feeling sorry at all.

"Now you know...stop being a bitch and get my Romeo on the phone " She yelled like a madwoman.

"Well am sorry  ma....mr Romeo is in a very important meeting that involved a life and death situation of this company and he his currently unavailable to see you so..i will"

"What you will get him-"

"Like I was saying ...so once his done I will tell you called. Thanks!" I cut the call and slam the phone on the table in annoyance. How dare she clam to be his girlfriend. How dare he have a girlfriend.

"Well that what interesting"

A familiar husky voice of someone which have been keeping me up at night said from behind me making me yelp in surprise and a blush formed on my cheek from embarrassment.

He slowly advance towards to me,turning around to face him .His eyes twinkling in amusement.

"I hope miss Samantha you are not always this rude to our client."

"Of....course...not...but ...something... I ....mean....just this once"

He raised his eyebrows at me knowing fully well that I lied but didn't say anything.

Good!

"Well then miss Samantha I will be having a lunch meet in claim thirty minutes and you are coming with me so get ready in five minutes."

What! dinner with the boss

"Yes sir"

He nodded his head in response, we stare at each other eyes getting lost in thought. His eyed were really green like a plant . i could see a little bit of gold in his eyes. is that even possible for someone eyes to be this beautiful ?.from this moment I decided that green and gold were my two favorite colour. He cleared his throat snapping me out of my daze... . it not my fault for getting so lost in his eyes ,blame it on his eyes for being so gorgeous. I didn't realized he walked back into his office until I heard his door being shut.

I regained back my composure tying to steady my heart which can compete for an Olympic race medal with using bolt.  Why did he have to be so so hot and rich.  Yes I know that a gold digger talk but fuck me I that not what am thinking it like a cake with the icing on top. delicious.

I picked up my purse and phone standing up from the chair I have this last hour.  I walked to the elevator and press the bottom but someone stopped me before the elevator closed.

Speak of the devil and he appears.

We both stand in the elevator, tension thick to the point I felt like I was choking on my breathe. We were standing not too close but I could smell his manly expensive Cologne. Sweet Jesus.

We both walked out of the elevator to the lobby. I saw that brat receptionist chewing a gum like a slut. Her eyes were shamelessly checking Mr DiCaprio ,pushing her fake big boobs out to the open for him go see but he seems obvious to the stars and action and continued walking even ignoring her while he walked.

Her lips turn in to a pout ,she turn towards while I gave her a fake huge smile and followed behind him not before her snarling at me.

The outside air hit my skin softly as I was wearing a light blouse. Mr DiCaprio building stood like it owner tall and proud like a  lion and all other building were like ant. A limo stood before as a man came out to open it for both of us to enter.

I entered the limo first as mr DiCaprio followed behind. This was my first time entering a limo and I was trying my best to make it not seem obvious trying to keep my cool but deep down I wanted to scream in joy and touch and feel every part of this beautiful car.

"You can touch the car you know and feel every bit of it" he said but his eyes were looking outside the window. How did he know?was I so oblivious.

"Why would think I want to touch the car?do you think this is my first time entering a limo?"

He turned his handsome face to me raising his eye brows"so you being in a limo before"

"Of course"not. He didn't need to know that past

"I have in a limo and so many other luxury car out there. This isn't my first time"

I wasn't going to allow this man to inflate my ego. It was enough that he was rich and am poor knowing that our non existent relationship will never work. He will prefer women who are as rich and beautiful as his standard not a poor church rat like me who bearly has a complete education.

"When"

"Well with my friends as we went for party" I continued lying through my teeth. Mr DiCaprio was a wealthy man who was brought up and bathed in money. Am not surprise but all this is stupid question to insult me .

"You mean who your sugar daddies talk you out on a ride in their cheap limo. Is that how you came to the club that night Lying to me that you were going home your friend when in truth you were going home with a man"

He was fuming as he spoke. I didn't even realized when he came closer to me without any space between us. What did he mean by I lied to him?.sugar daddy what the hell!.The only sugar daddy I could see in my life was this hunk of a man British breathing the same air as me.

When did our discussion moved from limo to sugar daddy?.

I tried digging my brain for a good response but it seems that I have already lost my senses because of the close proximity between us and his sweet sweet Cologne that I didn't know the name.

His eyes were fixed on my lip. His eye were dark . I could have sworn I felt his hands on my thighs but we were interrupted before any of my dreams could be fulfilled.

"Sir we are here"

He nodded his head at his driver and put as much space between us.

He didn't even tell me to follow him ,totally ignoring me like I had a virus on my body. That moment we had back in the car seems to have vanished in the air.

"Reservation for four" Mr DiCaprio said to the waiter . the waiter lead us to a room that was separated from the others but you could clearly see the outside.

The rooms was beautiful and everything screamed rich as if telling me I don't belong here.

I looked at Mr DiCaprio who was typing away on his phone. The man was as handsome has my prince charming in my dreams if not more. The two things I like about his face was his eyes and hair. His hair looked really soft  and shiny making me wonder what hair products he used.

"What hair products do you used sir?"

"What"

"I said what-"

"I heard you the first time, why do you want to know?"

"So who are we meeting?"

"Mr Richard, he his an old investors of my father."

"Who does he look like"

"Are you looking for more sugar daddy to take you for limo rides?"

If I didn't know better I would say he was jealous. Knowing that was impossible,he probably wanted to save this man from my claws assuming I was a gold digger.

I was about yo reply him when my eyes caught something or rather Someone. The last person I expected standing beside an old man who am guessing was the Mr Richard.

She was dress in a Skippy outfit ,a black short skirt and a pink crop top that left nothing to the imagination.