Chapter 4
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Beeze's POV•
As the clock hits 8:30, I dash upstairs ensuring my aunt was asleep and into the shower.
Getting out, I have absolutely nothing to do with my over grown hair so U leave it down. It was basically grazing my butt.
I have no idea what to wear.
I choose something simple, knee ripped jeans and a white T-shirt saying 'Oi'.
I avoid makeup and slip on some white converses. I stare at myself and sigh.
I look plain but, decent.
"Hey! Rapunzel! Let down your ha- Woah."
"Shut up Eugene." I joke and he chuckles.
"You look beautiful as usual . . . And your hair . . . Wow."
"Um, Thanks." I smile blushing and averting my eyes.
"Well princess, your ride awaits you."
He climbs out the windows and jumps.
"Oh heck no." I mutter staring at the fall.
"Your turn."
"Did you not hear me? I said heck no."
"I'll catch you." He says looking as serious and genuine as any man could be.
"Gosh, I really hope you do." I climb on the window and stand on the edge closing my eyes, I block my both with my hands and jump.
True to his words he caught me.
"Do you even eat woman?" He asks surprised at my weight and I shrug.
"Now and then."
"We gotta change that." He places me down and grabs my hand to walk to the car. I was as red as a tomato.
He opens my side of the car and let's me get in. It was beautiful. Classic leather.
It's sad to say that I've never been in an actual car before. It was much better than those in the movies.
He gets in and starts the engine. I honestly wanted to scream.
"Ready?"
"Yup."
As he drove I got a glimpse of the buildings and upgrades. It was amazing. The lights, the scenery. . . it was stunning.
We stopped at a funny looking restaurant and I raised an eyebrow.
"Welcome to the best restaurant in town." I give him the stink eye. "Pfft, next to yours."
"That sounds better." We get out and he pouts at me.
"What?"
"I wanted to open your door." He whined and I grin.
Stepping back in, I roll down my window.
"Well, this door isn't gonna open itself." He chuckles and opens my door.
"Thank you kind sir."
Then it happened.
"Mr. Roman! Mr Roman! What are you doing here?!"
"Mr. Roman is this your girlfriend?"
Paparazzi.
"Crap." He mutters rolling me into his chest and I yelp.
"Mr. Roman a word!"
"Hey, Mr. Roman! Look over here!"
We make it inside and I instantly smile.
"A buffet?! I only see those on tv!" He grins but honestly, I'm just mesmerized by the food.
"Grab a plate then!"
We dash for food, lobster, steak, potatoes, ham, kabobs, fruits, salad, pies.
I was sure to be fat after this.
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"It all happened so quickly, the car was suddenly in a pool of sand."
I burst out laughing and he chuckles.
"This lobster tastes so good." I moan and he clears his throat turning away.
"Everything here tastes good." He shrugs and I nod agreeing.
"Hey, wanna go dancing?" He throws his head towards the dance floor and I raise an eyebrow.
"I can't dance."
"Pfft c'mon, everyone can't dance."
"Not me lad."
"Please. . ." He pouts and I avert my eyes. "Pleasee. . ."
I sigh and stretch out my hands so he could take and he did.
He led me to the dancefloor where kontrol by Maleek Berry began to play.
"This is my favorite song." I yell and he grins. It doesn't take long before I am full on gyrating with Wes's hands on my waist and thankfully it isn't awkward its just . . . Fun.
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"I thought . . . you said . . . you . . . couldn't dance." Wes pants as we walk out.
"But "that was my jam," As you Americans say it."
"Jeez, after that? I need a cold shower." He actually looks uncomfortable and I laugh loudly while blushing.
"I'm terribly sorry dear."
"No it's alright, we should do that again." He grins.
We get to his car and as usual he opens the door for me.
"Ready to go home?"
"Sure." I smile at him.
We drive back and I was about to fall asleep when he spoke up.
"Dress loose tomorrow night."
"Oh we're going out again?" I grin.
"I suppose we are."
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Beep.
Groaning, my aunt's usual yelling wakes me up.
Following my normal schedule I felt great. Happy even.
I slid downstairs and cleaned waiting for the familiar ringing of the bell...but it never came.
Lunch time I looked eagerly for my little Thomas but he never came.
Quite sad, I keep looking just in case and as soon as I gave up.
"Beeze!"
"Ah Thomas!" I exclaim and he grins running to me. I lift him and he kisses my cheeks.
"I missed you." I tell him and he nods.
"I missed you too. But Daddy decided to get you a gift."
"A gift?"
"Hey! I wanted to be the one to tell her." I raise an eyebrow at the handsome man in front of me and he grins.
"You look as beautiful as ever with the sweat beading down your head."
"Thank you old man."
"My hair is naturally white." He defends, pouting.
"Does that mwean I'm an old man too?"
"No baby you look like a little duckling."
"The ugly one?" He gasps and I giggle.
"Nope, the handsomest one you've ever seen."
"Ooo. . ." He murmurs playing with my apron.
"So I'm just an old man, I guess you don't want this." He lifts a black box and I gape.
"You bought me a phone?!" I whisper yell and his smirk drops. "Of course I don't want it!"
"But it's an iPhone."
"I don't live under a rock you know." I tell him.
"Why don't you want it?" He pouts.
"Because Wes! How am I supposed to explain that some man just gave me a gift."
"So.... I'm just some man?"
"Wes you know what I mean."
He sighs.
"Just hide it."
"I dont even need a phone."
"Aurora." He says sternly and to be honest its a turn on.
"Fine fine." I grab the phone quickly. And Thomas grins.
"Daddy's gonna call you. Maybe I'll finally get the number for 911." He says and I laugh loudly.
"He's right y'know"
"About what?" I ask Wes and he grins.
"Daddy's gonna call you." He winks before grabbing Thomas and walking out.
"Don't forget about tonight beautiful!" He shouts and all the workers turn to me.
This man is going to be the death of me.
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