Chapter 15

Elijah drove to a restaurant named, Epicure's Haven. It was another beautiful five-star restaurant that had a rooftop garden. Elijah parked inside the garage. He held out his hand for her and she placed her small one on his. He clasped her hand tight and led them to the elevator.

"Do you own this place too?" Cassandra asked with tease laced through her voice.

"I don't, I can buy it if you'd want." He looked down at her hair which in his mind he remembered was pink, as Jaden has said. But in his eyes were just gray.

"No way." She looked up at him with those pretty green doe eyes, that he couldn't make out the colour but thought should be green. Green fitted her.

Elijah let out a low chuckle and looked at the elevator door. "You have very pretty eyes." He told her and Cassandra blushed. "You're very pretty too, Cassie." He drawled the nickname that had Cassandra's thighs clenching under his silky voice.

Cassandra bit her lips as her earlier skin colour had been replaced with red at his compliment. It wasn't everyday she got to receive compliments from him and she cherished this one. "Thank you. Really." She told him as she left his hand and squeezed his arm gently. He tensed.

"It's alright, it's just facts." Elijah tried to hide his blush, that'd formed on his face, from her but the sharp eyed Cassandra noticed his ears tint and could see the side of his cheeks red.

"You're blushing." She laughed and Elijah was forced to look at her. Cassandra laughing with abandon seemed to stroke the embers of his dark heart. He didn't even think there still remained a heart there until he met her.

It was obvious now. He lived for her, and his heart only beat for her. "I don't blush. You must be mistaken." He wasn't offended. He was amused, even.

"I'm not. You really blushed." She absentmindedly gripped his arm then entwined her hands with him. "And it's not just facts. Well maybe it might be, but hearing it from you is special." Her voice softened as she spoke to him with those big eyes.

It took Elijah the pinging of the elevator and the opening of the doors not to push her against those elevator walls and kiss shit out of her. Ruin her, mark her so she would know who she belonged to. Him.

The couples exited the elevator and came directly face to face with the set-up. Cassandra gasped as she slowly walked inside the rooftop towards the table.

Twilight settled over the restaurant, casting a gentle haze over the skyline, the rooftop was transformed into an enchanting sanctuary. The space, once a mere expanse of concrete, now glowed with the warmth of a meticulously crafted romantic retreat.

Soft string lights, woven like delicate threads through the railing and draped across the corners, created a canopy of twinkling stars above. Lanterns with flickering candles added a golden hue to the scene, their light dancing across the rooftop in a mesmerizing ballet. In the center of this magical setting, a low table adorned with a crisp white tablecloth held elegant china, gleaming cutlery, and crystal glasses, set for two in perfect symmetry.

Atop the table, a vase cradled a fresh bouquet of delicate flowers, their sweet fragrance mingling with the soft, ambient notes of a curated playlist that played softly from a discreet speaker. The aroma of a carefully prepared gourmet picnic wafted through the air—charcuterie, artisan cheeses, and fresh fruits, each item a testament to thoughtful preparation. A bottle of wine, chilled to perfection, sat nestled in a stylish cooler, waiting to be uncorked and savored. In this carefully orchestrated haven, every detail was designed to create an atmosphere of serene romance, a testament to the effort and affection poured into crafting a night to remember.

Cassandra turned to Elijah with her hands covering her mouth. Stifling a gasp. "Woah... Elijah. This is so beautiful!" She turned to see him walk, ever so slowly and gracefully, to her.

"It is?" He asked as though he wasn't the one who had set it up. He pulled out the chair for her and she sat, taking his own on the other side. "I've already set up our meal, you'll like it. Do you trust me?" Cassandra nodded without any form of hesitation at his question. "They'll come in soon." Elijah said and elegantly rested on his chair, opening his legs. Cassandra basked in the sight.

For someone who looked taller than six five, the chair looked like children's toy under him. She wasn't so tall so she could fit in hers. Elijah bore his gaze unto her face and she couldn't do as much to take her eyes away from him. Her eyes trailed down to his visible collar his neck that held those tattoos. He had unbuttoned his shirt but not enough to show his chest. She could make out his sturdy chest from the golden shirt he wore. He wasn't all muscular, he wasn't lean as well, he had just the right amount of muscle she needed.

Her eyes looked around the rooftop once again while Elijah still gazed at her like she was the only thing in the planet. Like he'd be doomed if he took his eyes off her and it all felt hot to Cassandra. Her heartbeat turned erratic. She wondered what they were, what their relationship was.

They had kissed. He'd told her he'd provide anything she'd ever need. Now this very romantic dinner setup, if she didn't know better she'd have thought he'd order a cake she propose right then to her. It was after the first kiss Cassandra knew she liked the man a lot, a lot more than should be considered sane. Every night she'd stay under her bed covers, giving herself orgasms to fantasies about him. She'd never been fucked and she never craved it until she met this man.

Elijah took in the many expressions that went through his mind. If mind readers existed, he was one. He could see literally everything she thought about playing on her face. Elijah had never liked someone so much like he liked Cassandra. It was turning into a very unhealthy obsession. There wasn't a time he didn't think about Cassandra. He thought about her with her pink hair, eyes he imagined to be green, but even with his colour blindness, nothing could beat how beautiful she looked sitting right before him. He had an aim for this date, and that aim was surely and successful going to be fulfilled.