CHAPTER FIVE
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I assume them and focus on Daniella.
So Fleming is the elite? My guess was right. We have a crush on the same guy. He is cute.
Damn!
“Who?” She raises her brows at me.
“Is White your crush?”
“Oh God! Nope. I don’t mind doing him though. Was talking about the guy seated next to him. Chuck Clayton.” She grins dreamily.
“Chuck? That asshole is your crush? Pooh!”
“Yes.” She is clearly obsessed. “Wait, why did you refer to him as an asshole?” She widens her eyes at me.
“Because he is one.” My eyes meet with Chuck’s eyes and a smirk forms on his face making me snort.
“See? He is looking at us.” She is behaving like a teenager. I look at her, shaking my head
“So?”
“I have a chance with him. Can’t you see it?” she giggles excitedly.
“Let me get this straight; so you want him? That asshole? You can do better Danny?”
“Nope. He is better for me. Why are you against this?”
“Because he is a dickhead and so full himself.” I say and look at the front. Chuck was looking somewhere else but our eyes meet again, and I swear I see him wink.
What a waste!
“A dickhead? How do you know that?”
“He is the guy from yesterday.”
“What? You talked to that guy?” she widens her eyes at me.
“Yes. It’s no big deal.”
“Are you kidding me Lexi? That’s every chick's dream.” She opens her mouth with surprise. “Look around. Look how every chick is grinning, hoping he will notice them.”
I can’t believe her. She has it real bad and the sad part is that, it’s with an asshole. My friend has fallen for my sworn enemy. Because how can you explain this. He is my worst enemy. No. Emmy beats him to that but you get what I’m saying. He is my enemy.
Period.
“Are you listening to yourself?” I ask with a sneeze. I take out some tissues from my purse and dab my eyes. I should visit a doctor. My throat is killing me. My head aches and I know it will be a terrible soon; and here I’m arguing with Daniella about some asshat.
“Yeah. I'm Lexi.”
“I’m sick because of this guy. He is a rude, selfish and proud dude. I just can’t stand him.”
“I’m sorry about the cold swiry. You are missing the point here.”
“Which point. What’s your point.”
“That beside being an ass to you yesterday, he is every woman’s dream. Maybe he was going through something.”
“Don’t think so. We were in the same lift.”
“You met him again!” she squeals drawing some attention to us. She glares at some of them and looks at me.
“That’s not a big deal.”
“Oh my God! It is honey. You know how he talks. You have heard his voice. I can easily trade places with you.”
“ You are absolutely crazy. I'm not dealing with you right now.” We hear an applause and see Chuck making his way to the microphone.
Ladies are giggling, some straining their necks to have a better view of the 'god.’
“Oh please!” I pout and lean back on my seat as Daniella giggles next to me.
“Good morning everyone?” He greets and the place goes wild.
Just three words are enough to make people crazy? He must be feeling so accomplished right now.
“I’m Chuck Clayton, top financier of the Angels.”
Is that a trace of pride in his voice? Maybe. Maybe not. It’s because I hate him.
“How he talks!” Daniella says dreamily.
“There is no difference with how everyone talks.” I roll my eyes and cross my legs. I also know that’s a lie. He has that husky voice that anyone can die for.
“We both know that’s a lie.”
“I think I will just go out for fresh air.” My eyes lock with White’s.
“Are you okay?”
“Will be when I get fresh air.”
“Okay swiry.”
I stand and walk away, feeling a gaze from two sets of eyes.
I step out and take a deep breath. I see a door leading to the balcony and walk past it. I prop my elbows on the railing and look down.
Wow! That’s so high and knowing my fear for heights, I better get off it before I fall. That’s how clumsy I’m. I see a table and some seats and walk to them. I sit down with a sigh and look at my phone. Nothing new so I decide to lean back on my seat and take a nap.
“Lexi?” someone shakes me. I open my eyes sleepily. I see the handsome face of White and smile.
“Hey?” I breath and sit upright.
“Hey?” he walks to the seat next to me and plops on it.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You look pale.”
“Just under the weather. I will be okay.” I sneeze.
“Sorry about that.”
“Thanks.” I say with a flush.
“You have a cold?”
“Just a mild one. Took some drugs.” I lie. “Will be okay.”
“Anyone can see you are sick. Noticed it when you stepped out.”
“Is the event over?”
“Nope. Chuck is done giving his speech. Just the other part.”
“Oooh!”
“Lexi?” Daniella comes with a worried look but grins when she sees White.
White Fleming too?
I arch my eyebrows questioningly but she ignores me and continues looking at him.
“Hey?” she greets shyly.
“Hi.”
“This is Daniella. She is my best friend.”
“A model at Queen’s too?” he asks with a smile.
“Yeah.” She answers with a squeal.
“Nice meeting you Daniella.”
“Nice meeting you too.”
“Mr. Fleming.” I hear the husky voice and turn to look at Chuck.
“Mr. Clayton?” Fleming regards him with respect.
Daniella looks at me with a grin and turns to look at Chuck.
“Hey?” she squeals.
“Hi!” he is disinterested. He looks at me, narrowing his gaze.
“Can I talk to her privately?” he asks gesturing at me.
Privately? What does he want?
“Sure.” Fleming answers as Daniella narrows her eyes at me. I shrug as an indication of lack of clue of what he wants.
“Let’s go.” He holds out his hand to Daniella and she takes it reluctantly. They finally leave us alone.
“What?” I ask in a disinterested tone.
“Noticed something in there.”
“Which is?”
“You want me.” He says making me laugh.
“I want you? Why would I want someone with an attitude from here to Timbuktu? Oh please! You are quite a dreamer.” I continue laughing.
“It’s true. How can you explain looking at me. I look around and our eyes lock.”
“Where did you want me to look?”
“Somewhere else. At the other guests.”
“I can’t believe you. I have no time for this.” I say with a sneeze.
“What’s that?”
“What?” I stand.
“That sneeze.”
“That?” I ask with a glare. “I met an asshole yesterday, who was a real ass and now I’m sick.”
“I didn’t cause that.”
“If that helps you sleep at night!” I snap.
“That’s beside the point.”
“What is the point?”
“I want you.”
“As your girlfriend?”
“Don’t be a dreamer.” He laughs. “As a call girl where I have a fiancee but you will be there when I need sex.”
“You are an asshole!”
“Is that a yes?”
“No!” I shout with a glare.
“I will pay you. Just like I would do to a hooker.”
“f**k you!” I turn to walk away but he grabs my hand and pulls me to a stop.
“You are going to walk out on me?”
“Yap. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” I pull myself from his grip and walk inside.
“Are you okay?” Daniella meets me on the hallway.
“Yap. Just need to get home.” I walk to the elevator with her running after me. “Where is Mr. White?”
“He went to talk to some people?” she answers and we step into the elevator.
“What happened?”
“Nothing. Just need to get home.”
“Are you going to tell me what the dude said?”
“Nope. All I know is that he is an asshole!” I bang the elevator wall furiously.
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