You're Not Even My Type

Patricia's POV,

I've had quite a busy day. From going to the court to lay complaints about Henry and checking on my new building, I felt famished. Normally I was fine by myself but driving past an expensive restaurant I saw, my stomach couldn't wait any longer. I turned the car around, parked in front of the restaurant and walked in.

The moment I did, my eyes locked with Liam's, and he was clearly shocked to see me.

My lips curled upwards as I dragged my feet majestically, head held high as I covered the space between the entrance and where he sat. He seemed to be with a friend, before I could turn back upon realization, the friend turned around and the minute he saw me, he stood up abruptly.

"Patricia Lynn. We were just talking about you! It's a pleasure to have you here. Here, sit down here and make yourself comfortable." The friend said, all smiles. It was actually weird and uncomfortable because he couldn't stop staring at my chest, and I was properly clothed.

The whole time, Liam looked fierce and his eyes darkened in a way I had never seen before. His jaw tightened and I could tell he was trying his hardest to maintain composure, but why would they even be talking about me?

Still, I did as asked because I was in no mood for a fight. I just wanted to eat.

The very second my butt hit the chair, Liam stood up, pulled me and hastily dragged me out of the restaurant.

His grip was so tight and I couldn't even stop him. It happened so quickly that I was confused. Pulling me to a dark side of the restaurant, he towered over me, both hands at each side of my face.

"What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" I yelled with authority. His face didn't ask much as twitch as he looked at me intently.

"I thought you're bossy. Why did you sit with him? Why didn't you show him who you were?" He demanded, a tinge of anger evident in his tone. He looked ferocious.

"What's wrong with you? What do you mean by that?" I asked, confused as ever by his behavior.

"I don't like that guy." He stated plainly like I was supposed to care.

"Okay? I wonder why you're with him then!" I snapped back in anger and impatience.

"We only met for the first time today. I didn't expect you to just sit down because he asked you to."

"Oh, so that's what this is about?"

My lips curled into a grin upon the realization. It was wholly comical.

I let out an incredulous laugh at his audacity. He was mad because I simply wanted to eat and not give a fuck about shit for once?

"Well, newsflash," I continued on, my eyes portraying my anger in the dark.

"We are partners. Whatever it is I'm doing is absolutely none of your business so snap out of this crap you're doing and leave me alone!"

"There, there. Why didn't you do this earlier then, tigress? Do you even have any idea who he is?" He was a bit calmer and his voice was laced with slight concern for some reason. Maybe I had overreacted due to the way he acted? Was something truly wrong?

"What is wrong with you!" I yelled out, ignoring every thought that prompted me to care.

Pushing him with all my might, he staggered backwards and his countenance changed, as though he had finally come back to his senses.

I refused to talk to him and was about to head in when he stopped me.

"Please listen to me, I don't know what happened but you know I'll never hurt you. I'm sorry about that."

"Of course you'll never hurt me because you can't. Now, leave me alone, I'm off to eat. I came here to eat after all."

"Let's eat together."

I ignored him and walked in but he followed behind me like some lost puppy. His 'friend' was nowhere to be found. Perhaps gone, but I had no interest in that. I headed to another table and sat down there, waiting for a waitress but Liam followed me.

Rolling my eyes, I looked away.

"Are you still upset?" He asked, remorse filled in his voice.

"Let's just eat, but don't talk to me." I still pretended to be grumpy, even though I understood where he was coming from.

For a minute there, he kept staring at me like I was some rare artifact that he was just getting to see.

"What?"

"You're cute and small, you know that?"

Okay, that was not what I was expecting. My heart did a thing but I brushed it off.

"Your flatter won't work on me after what you just did, so don't bother. It makes you look pretentious, and Liam, you're not pretentious are you?"

"But if I had said it under different circumstances, it would've affected you then?" His question threw me off at the accuracy and I had nothing to say.

"Oh, be quiet." I said softly, using both hands to cover my now stained red cheeks.

"It wasn't flattery. You're simply small and cute and you probably don't know but you should accept it. It's coming from me."

I scoffed at his audacity.

"Compliments from you do nothing to me."

"Hmm, expatiate on that, Patricia."

I looked up at him and I saw the same longing in his eyes from the first time we met but this time, it was more intent.

He got me in a tight spot due to what he thought I was implying. Just before I could weave my way out of the situation, a waitress came to our table, practically saving my ass as our attention focused on her.

I ordered Chinese pasta and I watched the crazy guy order a plate of salad and roasted salmon like who eats that?

Still I watched him carefully and after a couple of minutes, our meals got delivered.

"I won't be impressed just simply because you're eating salad, you know." I said thoughtlessly as we began to dig in. The flavours exploded in my mouth and I practically moaned over and over.

His face fell.

"Now you're flattering yourself. Impressing you is the last thing on my mind. You're not even my type." He replied rudely and I would never be won over, so I clapped back.

"Good. You're not mine either." I let the lie roll off my tongue, writhing in shame. I'm not his type? Excuse me?

"As if." He said then continued to stuff his hot face.

Now this was a haughty side of him. I wondered how many sides he had that he hadn't shown me, and the ones I would like. I know, I know. It's embarrassing.