Official first date.

"Do you like that?" A male voice purred from behind Charles.

He shook his head sideways, quickly responding to the question that was thrown to him.

Charles was taken aback at the touch, but as he turned and saw that it was Augustine, he quickly composed himself, putting on a reluctant demeanor.

"Augustine?" Charles asked, his voice holding a hint of surprise. "I thought you had the day off. What are you doing here?" His eyes were fixed on the CEO, looking for any clues in his expression.

Augustine on the other hand frowned his face as he withdrew his hands from beneath Charles's shirt.

Seemingly unbothered by Charles' reaction, Augustine strolled over to his office chair, seating himself with an air of indifference.

Turning on his laptop, he busied himself with whatever tasks awaited him, giving Charles little more than a fleeting glance.

Sigh!

Charles sighed, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous behaviour of Augustine.

He continued cleaning the office, while Augustine remained quiet, ignoring that Charles was still present in the office.

Charles cleared his throat, his voice carrying with it a note of uncertainty. "CEO Augustine," he began, "I am finished with my work for the day."

At the mention of his name, Augustine turned his head just slightly, his expression one of dismissive disinterest. "You are dismissed," he intoned, his tone cool and detached, eyes fixed on the computer screen.

'Pfft!'

Charles scoffed, grabbing his cleaning equipment as he stepped out of the office room.

Charles stored his cleaning supplies in the equipment room before proceeding to step out of the company building.

The afternoon sun cast its light onto his retreating figure. 'I haven't had my breakfast yet.' Charles whispered within himself as he hastened his steps towards a nearby restaurant.

Charles ordered a takeout which he took over to the mansion of Augustine, and there, he ate his meal before drifting off into sleep.

Charles was still lost in the warm embrace of sleep, sprawled across the living room couch like a fallen statue but then, the shrill ring of his phone pierced the silence, jolting him awake with a gasp.

Blinking blearily, he groped for his phone. "Au… Augustine?" Charles questioned with a husky voice while using his left hand to wipe his eyes.

"Pookie! I want you to get dressed in something casual and meet me outside the mansion in twenty minutes, okay? Can you do that?"

Following the words of Augustine, he hung up the phone call, not giving Charles the opportunity to decline his request.

With a sigh, Charles reached his hands over to where he had kept his medicated glasses, and with a swift movement, he wore his glasses.

Sluggishly, he pushed himself off from the couch before making his way over to the bedroom.

After freshening up in the shower, Charles quickly got dressed.

He pulled on a crisp white long sleeve shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone so that he could revealed a glimpse of his pale, smooth skin, adding a touch of sensuality to his casual outfit.

Charles reached for a pair of forest green joggers, pulling them on with practiced ease.

With his hand sunk into his golden crew-cut hair, he cast a quick glance at himself in the dressing mirror.

Satisfied with his appearance, his lips curved into a smile.

'Sigh!'

Charles sighed, biting onto his lower lips. 'I hope there's a good reason for Augustine call,' Charles muttered under his breath, a hint of annoyance coloring his tone. 'If he's called me out for something trivial, I won't be able to take it lightly with him.' Charles added.

Charles slipped into the Snickers he had worn earlier that morning, feeling their comfortable embrace around his feet.

He descended the stairs from his bedroom before making his way out of the mansion building.

'Could it be that the reason I slept so long was as a result of my illness?' Charles probed.

As Charles emerged from the mansion, he glanced upwards, his gaze drawn to the heavens.

To his surprise, the night sky was already starting to unfurl, the stars peeking out from behind the dark curtains of the evening. "It must be past six," he mused, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the early dusk.

Charles had slept during the afternoon and he was a bit stunned that he woke up so late.

Exhaling!

After stepping out of the compound, the gaze of Charles fell on a white Ford car that was packed at the other side of the road.

'Why do I have a feeling that the car belongs to…'

Charles was unable to complete the statement that he was pondering deep within himself because suddenly, Augustine emerged from the car, a bouquet of roses in his hands.

Augustine looked sharp as he stepped out of his car in his black suit and polished shoes.

His crisp white inner long sleeve added a touch of elegance to his outfit, highlighting his broad shoulders and emphasized the strong lines of his waist.

The bouquet of roses in his hand seemed out of place with his sharp, professional attire, but there he was, holding them out towards Charles.

With an aura of dominance and a stride of confidence, Augustine strode towards Charles, his amber eyes intensely fixed on him.

Charles froze in place, captivated by Augustine's magnetic gaze.

His eyes were wide, his chest still, as if time had slowed to a crawl.

The breeze rustled through his hair, playing with the strands.

Rhetorically, Charles could hear a melodious angelical hymn playing in his mind because Augustine seemed so breathtaking.

His heart sang in perfect harmony with the imagined melody that filled his mind.

Augustine stood before him, a vision of perfection, every detail of his appearance like a piece of art.

The night breeze seemed to echo the beauty of the moment, carrying the fallen petals of the roses in a gentle dance around Augustine feet.

Lost in the moment, Charles felt as if he were standing in the presence of an angel, his soul stirring with a sense of awe and wonder.

As Augustine closed the distance between the both of them, he stretched his hands forward, offering the rose flower bouquet to Charles.

"Wh… Why are you giving this to me?"

Augustine leaned forward, his breath warm against Charles' ear. His voice was low and husky, filled with a desire that was at once thrilling and terrifying. "I want this to be our official first date," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down Charles' spine.

'H-huh?'