Chapter 12: Chapter 12

• • Emile Kiddie’s POV • •

“Put something sexy gown on, Emile!.” Erick cries out loud.

“You best know I have nothing sexy in my wardrobe! stop expecting the impossible. And I don't even think it's a good idea going for this dinner” I cry back

It wasn't something easy for me to convenience Erick to come to help me home this evening since mum doesn't appreciate him and she doesn't even bother to hide it when he's around. However, I managed to convince him, I told me that if he doesn't come and sees me off, then I won't go. Hahaha, that statement made him run to me.

Mum is in her room while Erick and I are in my room.

“You definitely need a boyfriend who will take you out for shopping, I think Carter is your best option for now!. So you better shut up and go out there and have some fun!” he keeps searching my wore drop like a dog in search of his lost bone

“So, this is how desperate I am?.” I fake a tragic look on my face as if I'm shocked about it, but the truth is I'm not shocked. I have always been single in my life until I have gotten used to the status.

“Yea!.” he seriously nods, faking a tragic look and we both crack up to the desperate me.

“Seriously girl, you deserve a good dude as Carter in your life. Trust me, you will like him! he’s a nice person and he like so!” he walks to me with a red flowery gown in his hands.

“I hope so! I don't want all my struggle to go in vain!” I puff with my mouth. “It won't!” he carefully cuddles my hair.

He straightens the gown in front of him staring at it then at me, back to the gown “I think this will do!” he places the gown in bed, and get up to twirl his back at me so that I can dress.

But by the time he places the gown on the bed...

“Good!” I fling my towel, lifting the gown up to appreciate what he choose for me and I rapidly put it on.

“Oh, Emile!” he yells when he tries to turns but he finds me naked, with the towel already down. “What, Erick? at least today I have a panty on!” I tease him. “Please next time put on a bra too” he’s serious expands...

“What if your mum barges in this room and finds me watching you naked!. You know how she is? and what so ever she will do to me at that moment, her actions will be justify” he hits his face in dismay.

“Oh, she won't do anything. I will simply remind her that..“ I walk closer to him placing my hands on his shoulder “my best friend, Erick! has chosen a dick over these beautiful boobs!” I tease him just to put a smile on his face.

“Don't be ridiculous! You know her, she will just hate me more!” we both laugh, I nod seriously as I keep laughing “yes”.

Then he tugs me to the front of the mirror. He starts paints my face, applying some light make up on it. He’s very good at that. “Light makes up, done!” he exclaims as he completes.

I glance at myself in the mirror for quite some times, admiring my reflection. Also, guessing Dickinson’s fraction of he catches a glimpse of me right now...

“Wow, Erick!” I perk his jaw. “Thank you bb!“ he brags.

“I think it's time you leave!” he rapidly grabs my bag and he pauses at the door waiting for me. I peek lift and right to check if I haven't forgotten anything.

“If you are searching for your bag, it's right here” he announces. “Great!” I follow him out since everything is ok.

“Emile, you don't bother to say Goodbye!” mum steps out of her room with a nasty glance on. She struts above the stairs glancing at me down standing frustrated with Erick.

“Shit!” I hit myself in my mind, I completely forgot about that, which is very bad.

“Good evening Ma’am” Erick greats, she doesn't answer she gives him a cold glance. Anyway, Erick isn't in shock at least he knew what was awaiting him the second he stepped his legs in this house.

“Sorry, Mum I won't be long!” I rush upstairs and I perk her. She remains stagnant without saying away.

Then I rush back to Erick who is still stupefied by her nasty glance. I pinch him to gain back his consciousness and follow me out.

“Wow, your mom freaks me out!” he puffs in reliefs once we reach out. “I thought I lost you, a few minutes ago!” I mock him.

Then he hires a cab for me. Once I drive off, he then leaves for the club to start work.

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I nervously walk into the restaurant, it's been long I went on a day or for any kind of romantic dinner. The one with Dickinson doesn't count though...

Carter immediately wake up from his chair, waving to my direction, once he sees me entering the restaurant. I feel embarrassed, the place looks so calm and classic for a clown to start waving in the middle of the hall as if he lost his senses. I realize that it won't have been easy for me to find him but I guess they are better ways to deal with this because all I want now is just to turn and walk away.

I lower my head as I walk to him.

“I'm happy you Came!” he welcome with his happy but trembling voice, pulling out the chair and I uncomfortably seat.

“Waiter!” now again, he yells.

This annoys. Guesses around turn to us wandering in panic. Like WTF! is going on.

“Sorry!” he immediately apologies in a very low tone trying to contain his nervousness which already begins to make me seriously sick.

“I could believe when Erick told me that you accepted this dinner!” she tells

“Im as shock as you are!” I murmur

“Did you say something!” he wonders aloud. “Yea, that glad to be her!” I fake a smile.

“Wow! Now I feel more relax” he whispers and I heed him.

I simply smile at him.

We other for some food and drinks. Surprisingly, I eat like for 5 people. Carter keeps smiling the whole time as he watches me eat, like every single piece I chew makes him happier. So you can guess how he has been acting all through. He believes that I'm eating this much to make him relax but the truth is unusual, eat.

“I'm happy you feel so free in my presence!” he notifies after I had just finish my 3rd plate of food. This makes me feel uncomfortable and worried. I don't usually eat this much.

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After eating, I don't know who initiated but we started talking about everything and anything, laughing loud, so loud that the restaurant manager has to nudge us out after giving us countless warnings.

Fortunately, we picked our bottle of wine. I took it out after a glance at the price of this bottle. We talk out in the streets and we seat in one public chair sipping the wine. He takes a sip then he passes or to me and we take another seep. We keep talking and laughing...

I left the bottle on the chair and we continue walking to where carter’s car is parked which isn't far from the restaurant we just used the opportunity to get some fresh air.

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“I hope you had a wonderful evening!” he opens the backside door of the car for me to get in but I flinch and I open the front door myself and I seat in the front seat just by the drive side. Seating behind sounds weird after we had this much fun, which can continue while he drives.

“Okay!...” he smiles pulling his word as he walks to his seat of the car and he quickly gets in and drives off.

He keeps asking me question in the car

“Okay! what's your favourite colour!” he asks

“I know it's weird but I haven't been able to choose a favourite colour yet. Like every colour depend on the dress or material...” I get passionate about answering his several questions.

“It's not weird and I perfectly understand you, my best colour is red!” he retorts.

“Oh, red! Mysterious, wicked and blood...” I pull the blood to make a scary sound and he laughs so loud and I join him in his laughter...

We finally reach my destination!.

“Thank you very much for the dinner!” he kisses my hand, so gentle of him.

Then he walks off the car to open the door for me.

“I had a wonderful night!” I tell as I get out of the car.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did!. I hope we will meet soon?” he tells walking to my doorsteps.

“Sure!” I nod

“Thank you!” then I walk in while he turns and goes away.