Chapter 40: Chapter 40

AVATIA'S POV

I pulled back and looked away from him, clearing my throat in the process. "Uhhh..." I started awkwardly.

"Strawberry mixed with Vanilla is now my new favorite flavor." I heard his deep husky voice.

I turned back, facing him. I knew my cheeks were so red. "Huh?"

"You heard me. Aside from the fact that it tastes so good on its own, it tastes even better on you." He said, a sly

smile playing on his lips.

My eyes widened, my mouth hung open and I blushed even harder. "Huh?"

He chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. "In my defense, I didn't kiss you, I just licked the corner of your

talkative mouth. I never knew it could render you speechless. I'm glad I discovered that. Now, if you keep talking

so much like you always do, I'd lick you." He said playfully and winked.

I hurriedly stood up and walked over to a little boy with so many car toys sprawled around him. He looked to be

around four and alone. "Hey, little man, how you doing?"

He looked at me then turned back to his toys. My mouth hung low. This kid just ignored me. I shyly looked

around, hoping no one saw me. I reddened in embarrassment.

But of course, nothing goes unnoticed by Mr. Perfect. I rolled my eyes as he laughed at me hysterically. My heart

skipped a bit just looking at him. This guy was the epitome of perfection. He even had dimples on both cheeks.

He held his stomach while laughing at me. I turned fifty shades redder out of embarrassment. Even the people

close to us had to look. Urghh!! "Oh my goodness princess. Now I know I'm not the only one who gets bored by

your voice." He said, teasing me.

I looked away, in humiliation. "It's all because of you. If only you didn't lick me."

He groaned and his eyes darkened. "Ohhh....princess that's so kinky. I never perked you for one who says such."

He said, smirking.

What did I say? Was there something wrong with my statement?

He spoke to the child in Italian and the kid responded happily. Well at least the kid made it clear that he preferred

Mr. Black over me. So much for trying to be friendly with a four-year-old.

"Don't feel embarrassed because the kid didn't talk back to you. He doesn't understand English." Mr. Black said,

amusement lingering in his voice. "And here I was, thinking he was bored by your voice. My bad."

I rolled my eyes and started walking away. He soon joined me and I shoved his jackets in his arms. "There. Carry

it. That's for laughing at me."

He cracked up again. Laughing at me. Urghhh. "You're so cute and childish."

"I'm not childish." I defended myself, crossing my arms in front of me. "It's you. You're too old and have no idea

about fun. That's why you think I'm childish."

He frowned. "I know what fun is."

It was my turn to tease him.  "Ha! Your idea of fun is probably walking around in your backyard with a glass of

wine."

His frown deepened and he pouted. "Avatia stop it. I know what fun is."

I giggled. He looked more handsome pouting. "Okay okay. Tell me what you do for fun."

"I paint." He stated matter of factly.

My eyes widened. "What? Mr. Bl__ I mean Dre. You paint for fun?"

He nodded. "It gives me peace of mind."

It dawned on me that this guy standing by me lacked knowledge of socializing.   I stopped walking and stood in

front of him, tilting my head to look into his eyes. I placed my palms on his chest and he gave me a puzzled look.

"Dre, I understand that painting gives you peace of mind, but I don't see what's fun in it if you do it all by

yourself. There's a difference between what's fun and what gives you peace of mind."

He looked past me and took a deep breath. He looked sad and I mentally slapped myself for breaking his spirit.

This is supposed to be a week where he'll be happy throughout. He's not used to normal things like I am. I had to

fix this fast. "But if you like, we could paint tomorrow. That would be 'more' fun. Just you and I. How about

that?" I said sounding extra sweet and giving him my best smile.

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

I nodded. "But on one condition."

"And what could that be?"

I gave him a sly smile. "Carry me on your back and shout to the hearing of everyone in this park that I'm the

best," I stated proudly.

He burst out laughing. "You're not serious."

I nodded. "I'm very serious about it."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on princess, that's too much. I tell you what, I'll buy you those rolls Royce you love so

much."

That was a tempting offer but it was just too much. My mom and friends would think I robbed a bank. First was

$30,000, then a surprise trip to Italy and then a Rolls Royce. No way, that is just too much. So I shook my head.

"Nope, I want you to carry me on your back. Period."

He sighed and rolled his eyes again. "Fine." He stooped. "Hop on."

Oh, I did that with so much pleasure. Who would have thought that one day, My ever-so-arrogant boss would be

carrying me on his muscular back? Arghh... the sensation. "Good, now shout I'm the best."

"Can I say it in Italian?" He asked, smirking.

I shook my head and laughed. I had a good idea of what he could do. "No can do. For all I know, you could be

saying she's a fool so say it in English."

He laughed. "You're so brilliant, sweetheart. That was what I was going to do except I'll have said 'she's a fugitive.

Help me.'"

My eyes widened. He would have done that? I smacked his head and received an 'ouch'. Good. "Now shout 'I'm

the best'"

He gave me a smug smile. "As you say, princess." He told me then to my greatest surprise, he shouted. "I'm the

best."

What in the world? I smacked his head harder this time and he chuckled. "Wasn't that what you said I should

do?"

Urghhh. And the worst thing was that everyone in the park had eyes on us. This man. "I said you should tell

everyone that, I, Avatia, am the best. Not you dummy."

He chuckled. "No, we're the best. My princess and I." He yelled again.

Was it wrong that my heart leaped a bit? Was it wrong that I knew at once that he was the man after my heart? Was

it wrong that I loved this man beyond imagination?

I was shocked beyond words. Did he just call me 'my princess' and say 'we're the best? Oh, Mr. Black, I love you

so much.

An old couple passing by stopped and smiled at us. The woman spoke up. "Voi due siete così carini,

l'abbinamento perfetto." (You two are so cute, the perfect match.)

Mr. Black looked up at me and smiled. "Grazie." (Thank you.)

Okay, why do I feel like they're talking about me?

The man spoke up this time. "Lei è tua moglie?" (Is she your wife?)

Mr. Black still looked at me and smiled, and winked. I just knew he was going to tell them something stupid. Oh,

how I wished I understood what they were saying. "No, ma è special." (No, but she's special.) What on earth

could they be talking about?

The woman smiled brightly. What on earth did he tell them? "È bello, non tenerla, e alla fine farla tua sposa."

(That's nice, do keep her, and eventually make her your bride.)

He smiled at the woman, all this time, I was still on his back and the couple didn't ask me a single question.

Could they tell I was a foreigner? "Certo la terrò, e quanto a renderla mia sposa, il tempo lo direbbe." (I sure will

keep her, and as for making her my bride, time would tell.)

The couple smiled at each other and turned back to us. "È carino, abbi cura di te, ciao." (That's nice, take care,

bye.)

Mr. Black waved. "Ciao."

And I also said 'ciao' at least I understand that means 'bye'.

I looked down at my carrier and he looked up at me. "So would you tell me what you guys were saying? Cause I

can feel it, you guys spoke about me."

He smirked. "Well, they said you look like my baby sister, and I told them I'm not, I'm your dad, but you're such

a brat so I'm taking you to the shelter to leave you there forever."

What? My dad? This guy! "You're so full of yourself, I'm not a brat."

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