Looking Out For Me?

The first time in my single af life, I was a part of a kabedon, everything was perfect except two things, the one who held me against a wall was Mr Wilson and the second thing was he was not looking handsome or charming, he was looking murderous. RIP me.

The cold wall pricked my skin, my heart was beating very fast. His two hands blocked me completely while he leaned. I could push him away (overestimating myself) but it felt as if all my strength said, 'Adios'. Was it romantic? Well, if Mr Wilson did not look like he'd explode any minute, yeah, it would have been romantic. Maybe I'd blush too, who knows?

He looked into my eyes and asked me, "Was it fun?"

Beep beep, processing error- host is malfunctioning. "Huh? What do you me-"

"I meant, did you have fun playing me?" Chris lifted my head which was lowered, I could feel his warm touch on my chin.

Is it wrong that I wanted to say yes? I mean, yeah, I did have fun fooling him and making him beg Lizzie, but I hardly think that this is a kabedon worthy reason.

I shook my head to say no and at the same time I got rid of his hand.

"Do you understand your mistake?"

Yes, I get it. Now leave me alone, please. Ugh, so controlling. Geez, all I did was play him a little, and he's all triggered. What a killjoy. I nodded in response to his question.

He finally let me go, I could kick him in that place and leave like I did with that perv but this is Mr Wilson we're talking about, there are many factors that stop me from doing so. Firstly, he's my boss- something I mentioned so many times that ya'll wanna say, 'okay okay, we get it, move on already!' sorry hehe. Second of all, I just heard a sad and pitiful story about him, and thirdly, well, he's just to handsome to hit, you know?

(Luke: So shameless Me: Why are you in the middle of my story? Luke: It's just that I feel missed out. You won't get it since everything revolves around you, literally Me: If you were as interesting and fun as me there would be a story dedicated to you, but you're not. So stop creeping into my story Luke: * mockingly * stop creeping into my story, ya, ya, okay)

"So we're staying for barbeque?" I asked while tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear.

"Why is food always on your mind, Ms Brown?"

Good question Mr Wilson, and the answer is that its FOOD, who does not love food? " Well, I heard that you were helping Charlie with the grill so I assumed that we're gonna stay."

"I did not know that helping with the grill implicates that we were going to have lunch here." He said. He started walking out of this dark god-knows-what place.

"Well, you got me." I raised my hands as if I was saying 'I surrender'. "But tell me, where are we going to have lunch?"

".....I don't know."

-_- "I'm hungry, Mr Wilson. We skipped breakfast, are you not hungry?" I asked him. Is he even human- a question that arises in my mind very often.

"Yes."

Oh, for the love of god! Mr Wilson loves to provoke me and drive me nuts!

"But I don't want to eat here or in any other restaurant."

If you're trying to get me to cook for you, it ain't happening. "You do know that there are branches of that very same restaurant in which you eat every day in this country too."

"Yes, I am aware, but it's an hour drive from our current location." Well, he makes a good point. Damn it! I'm very hungry. I swear, if he makes me cook, he's helping too just like he did in breakfast.

"You can cook for me, right? Ms Brown? Please." He put on this very cute pleading face to which I could not say no to. I have really got to stop falling for his face every time.

"But where should I cook? I cannot cook at the hotel." I complained.

"You can cook here. In fact, we're going to be staying here for the next few days. We are checking out of the hotel." after saying this he thought, 'That's right, we should leave. I will not tell Luna that the guy she met before kept tabs on her. It would be better if we left that hotel. This way, I can keep her safe."

"So.... I have to stay here?"

"Yes."

"With you?"

"Yes."

"In the same room?"

"Yes, any problem?"

"Yes! I am not going to stay in the same room with you. In the hotel, though we shared a suite, we had separate rooms. Here, I have to stay in the same room because I'm your so called 'fiance' so it's okay for me to be in the same room with you." I yelled. We were standing at the entrance of the alley and arguing.

"Well, you could always sleep on the floor Ms Brown. The bed would be mine after all." yep Imma smack him. I don't care about his face anymore.

"Look, I did not want to do this, but you left me no choice. Do you want food or the bed?"

Mr Wilson frowned and pouted. He tapped his foot as a way of letting frustration. And he kept glaring at me. Hey! I did not want to do this, but you forced me to.

"I want... food."

Yay! I win~ For once in my days as his secretary, I had the upper hand.

"So, I get the bed, you sleep on the floor and in return I will cook for you."

"Yes, that is the agreement. Please repeat this again while I record it." He said with a stoic face.

"Why?"

"As evidence. If you fail to cook for me, then legally I have the right to sleep on the bed and you will sleep on the floor." He replied.

Legally? What is this? A contract? What the hell!

"I stand by my words, Mr Wilson. So please, stop being weird."

He grunted and glared at me.

The moment we walked out of the alley, I saw Lizzie approaching us. "Luna. Chris. I see that you need some private time together. I arranged a guest house far from the mansion, you know, for privacy."

Ugh, goddammit. She misunderstood us. No Lizzie, we are not like any other couple, in fact, we are not even a couple. I saw a man carrying our bags to the guest house. When did Mr Wilson plan this? Or should I say, how did he know I would agree. Am I that predictable?

Mr Wilson and I entered the guesthouse. And I must say, it had a five-star hotel level interior. Damn, this was nice. You know, this actually reminded me of my home. Ugh, here we go again. Trauma is coming back. Why am I having so many flashbacks frequently?

"Ms Brown, I have ordered someone to buy some vegetables so that you would cook something."

Oh, this idiot. What does he expect me to make with just vegetables? A salad? Mr Wilson is extremely picky about food, he will never touch my salad. Well, to be fair, I'd never make a salad. I love food more than humans.

I casually took Mr Wilson's phone and called the guy. I asked him to bring some noodles. Yep, today Mr Wilson is having good old instant noodles. Something I lived on when I was studying.

Mr Wilson frowned at me and yanked the phone out of my hand after I cut the call. I should actually be thankful he did not yank it mid-call.

I opened the closet and took out multiple blankets and two pillows. Like back at the hotel, the living room did not have a sofa, it had a table. Maybe Mr Wilson could sleep on the table. Nah. I laid it out for him in the living room while I got the bed to myself this time- VICTORY.

Since his highness has no idea about this stuff, I have to do all the folding, the laying of sheets etc. Ugh, if we were a fairytale, it would be- The prince and the pauper. You guys know who's who.

After the man brought the vegetables, I laid them in front of Mr Wilson and asked him to pay attention. "See this, this is a carrot. And those are beans, these are onions."

"Ms Brown, why bother, you are one cooking for me. This knowledge is useless for me."

"Keep this attitude up and I might just add some laxatives to your food."

Mr Wilson gulped nervously at my threat. Maybe subconsciously he knew that I might actually end up doing it.

I asked him to wash and cut the spring onions, thankfully he was able to identify them. I'm not that dumb, Ms Brown- Mr Wilson says.

Sure, he was helping, but it was quite annoying since he was doing it all wrong. It was my fault too for not teaching him how to do it. I took his hand and stood behind him while I showed him how to cut it.

After that was done he turned to look at me, I lifted my face abruptly and only then I realised how close we were standing to each other. Our faces were a few inches apart. We just looked at each other.....absolute silence.

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