Chapter 6

Czarielle knew she still have a choice but she just go in with the flow. She didn't have any scheduled plan for that day so she followed him outside.

As expected from a rich CEO, his yellow Ferrari sports car is parked in front of their rented building. The passerbys can't help but to check it out.

In our street where thieves are everywhere, you won't be able to see such expensive car loitering in the street. Even an old model BMW is nowhere to be seen. Only Laxton Hendrix Vanderveide had the guts to do that.

Czarielle shrugged. Maybe he didn't know anything about it.

"Can't you walk faster? It's almost eleven and I had a reservation in my favorite steak house at twelve. I don't want to miss the reservation and pay extra just to dine in!" His brows are in a thin line and his lips are pouty.

She suppress her laughter and fake a cough instead. He looks like a child who didn't get want he wants and he's now having a tantrums.

Surprisingly, he's a gentleman. He open the car door, let her in first before walking towards the driver's side. He even play some music to ease the awkwardness between them.

"You're lucky that you're car tire is still intact. There are a lot of thieves around our street that's why there's no car parked around. Don't you see that?"

"Well, this expensive sports car has a lot of security features that only the owner can access. That's why I'm not afraid to just parked this everywhere."

"Well, you have a lot of money to spend to buy any cars you want." Czarielle said sarcastically.

Laxton Hendrix smoothly swerved the car towards a luxury dress shop and stopped in front of it. A valet quickly came in on his side, volunteered to parked the car properly, so he just gave his keys and open the door for her for the second time.

They were ushered inside the shop by a woman in her mid thirties that confirmed his identity. "Mr. Laxton Hendrix Vanderveide?"

"Yes. I'd like to see the gowns for this lady. She need it for a formal meeting at three but I want to see her with those dress." The lady nodded and when she's about to walk away, he added, "And I want to see the gowns that are suitable for a formal and semi-formal meeting or party."

Another woman guided them to a private fitting room with a couple of red leather sofa, ottoman and a curtain with wall to ceiling mirror where she can get dressed.

Laxton Hendrix quickly sat on one of the leather sofa across the mirror.

After a rack with gowns had been prepared, Czarielle started to wear the dress she taught would be fit on that meeting.

Every dress she wore, she'll let him see it. And as if the luck is not on her side, on the ten gowns that she had wore, none of them was approved by him. He always had his eye brows raised, his lips grimaced or he rolled his eyes in dismay or disapproval.

It's been twenty minutes and she's already tired to fit any more dress. So with a frown, she went out to let him see the gown.

"It's the last gown I'll be wearing! So with or without you're approval, I'll choose this one! I don't care if this gown won't be fit on your meeting but I'm tired to try the rest of them!" She even stomp her feet while she's pointing the rest of the gowns in the rack.

"Well, that'll do. Just wear that." Then he turn around, walk towards one of the nearby lady and said something that only the two of them can hear.

Since she's bare foot and shy to tell him about the shoes she should wear, she just sit on the ottoman and wait for him to come back.

One of the store employee gave her a black three inch cross-strapped sandals with glitters to wear. It's actually a great pair to her black, sparkling v-neck gown that's showing her cleavage a little bit.

Czarielle thanked the woman before she decided to find where her companion.

"Mr. Vanderveide is already waiting at the car, madame. He told us to go there once you're done." The receptionist approached her and handed her two big paper bags.

"Thank you!"

The yellow Ferrari sports car is already in front and the engine is already turned on.

To piss him off, she get in on the passenger seat, making him looked like his the driver.

She grinned and watched his face hardened in annoyance. She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue when their eyes met in the mirror.

"So you're getting back with me by sitting at the back? We'll see later who'll easily get annoyed."

"Can't you just drive? I'm starving. I didn't have the chance to sip a cup of coffee!"

He just shrug and drove again.

After another thirty minutes, they arrived at a french restaurant. As expected, they were ushered again on the table that he reserved earlier.

The table is located in the corner, near the glass windows where you can see the passerbys. The waiter guided Czarielle to her seat and wait for her to sit down before he push the chair towards the table. She just gave a small smile to the waiter.

"The usual order for me and gave her a ceasar salad, orange juice and mango shake." He said to the standby waiter without asking what she like to eat.

"Why do I need to eat a salad? I need rice! Do you want to be humiliated later? That will happen if you won't let me eat rice and a slice of blueberry cheese cake."

"Fine! Just add those to her orders."

Their order came in after five minutes and they eat in silence. Nobody cares to talk in the middle of eating.

"I'll have these mango shake then. The orange juice is for you. I don't want you to look bloated later."

She just shrugged and continued to eat her half sliced blueberry cheese cake.

"Is that your regular lunch or dinner here? No wonder you look like a bamboo shoot."

"What? A bamboo shoot? Huh! So after making me your driver, now you're insulting my model body figure? You're crazy, woman!" Then he stand up and left her dumbfounded.

She called the nearby waiter and asked, "Did he already pay for these? I don't have cash with me that's why I just want to make sure." Her smile looks like a disgusted smirked.

"Yes ma'am. He's our regular customer here and he always pay the food with his diamond card after giving orders."

"Good. Where's your restroom?"

The waiter patiently guide her to the comfort room at the left hallway.

She's about to enter the women's room when Laxton Hendrix came out of it with a woman holding his left arm. The woman's hair is dishelved and her lipstick is smudged. Looks like they had a quickie inside the bathroom behind her back!

When their eyes met, she rolled her eyes and went inside the bathroom.

"Why am I getting pissed? I'm not his girlfriend so I shouldn't care about what he did when he left the table. Yeah, I should care less of him. He's only having me as his companion and nothing else!"

Czarielle was shocked to see Laxton Hendrix leaning on the restroom, waiting for her.

When he tried to hold her left arm, she stopped him. "Wash your hand first. I don't even know where you put your hand and what you did with it." Then she left him there, mouth open in shocked.