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MYABY Chapter 14

~Kahoko's POV~

"Welcome sweetheart."

My jaw dropped.

"Don't tell me you didn't miss me," Damon said, smiling at me. I looked at his table and there stood a golden plate that says "President".

Someone's playing a prank on me. Or maybe I'm dreaming.

I pinched myself to wake myself up. Ouch. Obviously I won't wake up by doing that. "Can you slap me?" I asked Damon.

He just laughed at me. "You're awake, sweetie," he told me with a voice that is somehow hypnotic. He brushed a hand across his blond hair before standing up. "But if you need reassurance I'm happy to wake you up," he told me then he started walking towards me.

When he was in front of me I took a step back. "How…?" I looked at the expensive-looking, wooden desk then back at him, at his expensive-looking suit.

Damon glanced behind him. "Ah. Don't tell anyone. No one is supposed to know who I am."

I raised a brow at him. I don't understand.

Last time I saw him he was working with me as a part-timer as well. We both were just assistants at the lowest part of the company.

"I'm living a double life," he said as if that explained everything and it is normal.

I don't get it at all.

I looked around me searching for a hidden camera. Surely I see one situated at a corner on the ceiling. The next thing I'll hear are laughs.

Damon chuckled. "I'm the president of this company. I just hide that fact because," he looked at himself then spread his arms. "Look at me. Do I look like one?" he asked.

I looked at him. He's wearing an expensive-looking suit. His blond hair is styled in a decent, formal way. His face… always handsome. Cute in a way since he looked as if he didn't age since three years ago. He still looks as if he's still nineteen.

"No one will listen to me," he added.

"What's with the tyrant title?" I asked, remembering Nao's words.

Damon smirked. "Don't worry, I'm not firing you or putting your name in the blacklist."

I'm kinda surprised I'm taking everything calmly. Or I just don't believe him. "Since we're on this, can I leave early?" surely he has the power to allow or deny me. I want to greet Shinobu at the airport.

Damon nodded. "No problem. But tomorrow you have to be my partner."

"Partner for what?"

"Let's have a date," Damon said with a sweet smile on his face that makes me want to take him home. But no. I can't. Shinobu will chase him away. I'm sure of it.

Maybe that's why I never got myself a boyfriend. Shinobu chased them away. I threw that thought aside.

"Why?" I asked.

I feel kinda smug. First it was Shinobu, now it's Damon, a president of a company, asking me out on a date. I mentally slapped myself.

Damon grinned and somehow I get the feeling that I should just say yes without asking any questions. I bet that grin can send a lot of girls bowing to his wishes. "I can't find a date for tomorrow's party I'm attending."

I doubt that. I looked back at the double doors. "How about the woman outside? The beautiful blonde woman," I suggested.

Damon stared at me and I felt uncomfortable.

"Do you love him?" he asked me.

I blinked. "Len Tsukimori?" I asked without thinking.

I get the feeling if I say no he'll disappear again. And then what? I'll found out he's the president of Japan?

Damon gave me another smile that makes me want to melt. But I stayed still. He's just handsome and has a killer smile. Handsome guys are deceiving. You'll never know when they're actually gay…

Like Retsu.

"Deal. You can leave early today and tomorrow you must accompany me. I'll pay you if you want. Just name the price," he said.

I frowned. "I'll accompany you for free."

Damon gave me a look that I can't describe. "Okay… can I repay you for your time? It's a weekend tomorrow and I'm sure you have more things to do. Consider it as overtime work."

I shook my head. "It's fine. Don't pay me," I said. I may be poor but I'm not that desperate for money.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I can get you a new violin for it."

I sighed at him. Tempting but no. I love my violin. I can't replace it. "No. It's fine," I told him. "Just tell me what I need to wear and what time you're expecting me."

Damon sighed. "I'm sorry. I just don't like to feel indebted to someone. I'm used to paying people just so they'll do what I want."

I remembered Shinobu and the Tsukimori family. Indebted…

"Tomorrow. Formal. You can wear a cocktail dress," he answered me. "Be ready at the afternoon. I'll pick you up."

"No. I'll just come here-"

"I know where you live. I saw your records." He smiled then started walking towards the doors. I followed him.

"Say hi to Shinobu Ousaki for me," Damon said before sending me in the elevator.

He knew Shinobu?

~Len Tsukimori's POV~

I placed my violin back in the case then sunk down on my bed.

Heaven.

It's been a while since I got this much free time where I could just indulge myself with everything I wanted to do without disruptions. I managed to finish a piece from Beethoven.

Ring, ring, ring…

My phone called my attention. I groaned. I hope it's not something that requires me to go out. I'm already tired. I dragged my body and crawled my way to the side table for my cellphone. I answered the call without looking at the caller.

"Are you going tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah, the party?"

"Wait," I said then looked at my schedule in my phone. Tomorrow there's a Valentine's party event. I don't remember agreeing to go at such an event. Anyway, to shut the person up I answered. "Yes."

"Do you have a date?"

I frowned. "Do I need one?"

The caller sighed. "Yes."

"I'm not going then."

"What? Attend! You need some social life. I found a date. Try Nami Amou," the caller suggested the horrid reporter. I am never taking that reporter as a date. She'll just sabotage my image and not only that, twist the truth. Reporters… I sighed. To think she's also blonde.

I've had enough of blondes.

I would be fine with red heads.

A certain person flashed in my mind. I frowned. No.

"Can't I just go alone?" I asked.

"Maybe you prefer Ryoutarou Tsuchiura? He's in town," the caller suggested again.

I remained silent.

The caller made a tsk-ing sound. "Valentine's Day. We're celebrating that. It's about love."

It's just a useless emotion. Love is just all in the mind. I wanted to say that but my views are too different from the others. Voicing my thoughts will result in something bad.

I paused. I know who's calling me but the idiot is suddenly talking about love? I double checked to see if who I'm calling is who I thought it is.

"You're joking right? Love?" I repeated.

I'm sure this guy has the same views as me when it comes to emotions. It's all in the head. If you think you love someone you'll feel it.

"It's just once a year. It's not that hard to pretend," the caller replied.

"Yeah. But you have a partner."

"I don't love her but maybe I'll do. I like her the way she is now," the caller said.

"Congratulations."

"That doesn't sound convincing, Len Tsukimori. Find a partner and we'll celebrate about love. Love conquers all after all."

I sighed. "We'll see if I can find one. If I can't it's either I'm going alone or not attending at all."

"Okay," the caller said then hung up.

Now I have something to worry about.

I stared at the ceiling while thinking of who to bring. None came in mind. Oh well. I'll just procrastinate tomorrow and drag whoever I see. For now I would like some rest.

Love conquers all… I wonder if it'll conquer what I feel.

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

…I dreamt of a red haired lad who wears eye glasses…

Err... don't kill me for the last line LOL

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