I've been gone and what not (obviously). It has been nothing but work and school, me and my fiancé trying to move, and wedding plans all meshed together; But here I am! Updating! (Also because someone reviewed under one of my stories and asked me to bring my ass back lol), that's literally all it takes.
Chapter 8: Falling
Lens P.O.V.
"You sure you don't want to stop by a Starbucks or something? You look damn near dead." He mentioned as he drove down the streets.
I only pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed heavily, "This is how I am every time I'm on my way to work, so it's nothing new." I mumbled beneath my breath as I tried to mentally prepare myself. If it weren't for me needing the money, I'd just call off. The hell I look like waking up this early. We don't even take in patients at this time!'
I kept it very simple with my work clothes because I was in a rush. A nice tan cardigan with a white-button up shirt, black pants, and business casual ankle-boots. My hair was fully down and brushed neatly.
"Well, whenever you are off, you can take a rest at my place; Now that I look at the address your job is literally around the corner from my place." He mentioned as he made a right turn heading towards the small white building to the side.
Side eyeing the bluenette I then slapped the side of his arm. "You're not my boyfriend, over here trying to get me to lay up in your bed" I sassed, causing him to give a low chuckle. "Who'd guess that a politicians son would be a perver- oh shit." My eyes immediately snapped wide open as soon as I loosely made that comment.
But it was the sudden jolt of the car braking that ran chills down my spine. '...I fucked up.' I kept my gaze towards the window, afraid to look at the bluenette. But once I actually gazed out the window I realized that we were practically in front of my job.
"...Want to tell me how you know that?" 'Yup, I'm making a run for it.' I nervously thought to myself as the car began to fill with nothing but silence.
Slowly I crept my right hand onto the door-handle with my left shaking in adrenaline, getting ready to un-click the seatbelt.
'If I make a run for it inside my job, he won't follow me inside. But then he might blow up my phone. … Then again I can put my phone on silence for the day.' My mind raced back and forth as I felt his gaze on me. 'Alright Len, on the count of three' I took in a deep breath, but right before I could start my mental countdown I heard a loud click come from the car doors, making me shoot my gaze towards him.
He peered down at me with a face that told me he wasn't playing games anymore, followed by a, "I'm not that stupid to let you run away when you know something like that. So the child-safety locks are staying on till you tell me how you know about my family." He stated.
I unconsciously grasped onto my seatbelt nervously, not knowing what to do. 'Even though I hardly know him, I still wouldn't think I'd ever see him look this mad! … It's kind of hot, but still. I don't want him to beat my ass or chase me down. He's serious enough to keep me locked in this damn car!' I practically sighed in defeat, seeing no way out except for me coming clean. So to try to break the tense atmosphere I lightly slapped his arm and looked elsewhere, "I-I mean, you act like I can't just google you. It's normal for a person to google someone they're talking to! What if you had a criminal record or some shit? Huh!? Plus you didn't pop up, but because of your last name information about a politician started popping up, and I started connecting the dots that you're his son." I automatically became defensive the more I realized it was really just that. His eyes went wide as he stared at me somewhat stunned. "I swear that was just it. I was lurking and ended up finding shit I wasn't trying to find. Plus I don't give a damn about your dad or politics." I then rolled my eyes.
From a stunned look on his face, he slowly but surely began to give a low chuckle before breaking into a complete laugh.
It didn't take long for me to slap his arm even harder and sass, "What the hell is so funny?!"
He only shook his head and press the switch to undo the child lock on the doors. "I was worried for a second, but you really just admitted three things in the span of five minutes. First you slipped out that you know my parents are politicians, then you pretty much admitted that you were lurking and looking me up, and throughout you playing hard to get, you admit that we are talking/dating! You're not that good at keeping things to yourself, huh?"
"Well, you were the one who took me on a date! Friends don't take friends on a date!" I shot back as I began to get flustered. "And what was with you getting all serious like that? Putting on the child-lock and shit, I surely would've thought you were going to kick my ass right then and there if I didn't tell you!"
"Why would I kick your ass? If anything, I'd like to fuck it one of these days" He loosely stated. 'He never holds back, I swear' "But seriously. No one is supposed to know about me being his son. I know you said you don't give a damn about him or politics; which I'm thankful for, but it's a bad thing if that type of information gets out. People gossip, word travels fast, and it's not that I care about my dads reputation. He can honestly go to hell for all I care, but it surely will mess up my way of living and I'll start getting bombarded with people trying to interview me, or take pictures of me, make false stories and so on and so forth. … I'm fine with the life I have now because I get to do what I want without being micro-managed or having to hold a stupid ass image. And yes, my life would be a lot easier if I had obeyed my parents and get rewarded with my family's money, but that's not who I am."
After hearing him explain himself, other than that sexual comment he made, I kind of understood where he was coming from.
I let go of my grip on the seatbelt and undid it, taking a deep breath as I looked at him. "Hey, look. If there's one thing I can tell you about myself is that I don't dwell into other peoples family affair. It's not my place to talk about it to anyone, nor was I even thinking about asking you questions when I found out. I didn't know if it's a sensitive topic or not because I would've waited for you to decide to open up about it than to me to bombard you with questions when it's not my business." I relaxed and told the bluenette. "Besides, seeing how you are, how you act; this is your authentic self. I'd prefer you like this than your brother. He look like he has a stick up his ass. Totally not my type." I then gave a smirk.
We both stared at one another with him leaning closer towards me. I didn't move a single inch away from him as he towered over me, placing a hand on the side of my seat to help him keep balance.
"Are you telling me that I'm your type? Because I take shit like that personally." He husked.
A small chill shook my core once I heard his voice husk, but glancing at the time in the car I bit my lip and took a deep breath to gather myself back up. So I placed a single finger on his lips and lightly pushed him back. "I said what I said." I cooed to him. "But I have to get to work, Kaito-saaan~" I teased a little as I grabbed my bag and opened the car door.
Right when I finally stepped out he quickly said, "Hey, you're going to have to take responsibility soon."
"Eh? what are you talking about-." I questioned him till he pointed downwards, making me glance at the very noticeable bulge outline in his pants.
"Looks good, huh? And it's only half hard." 'Half hard?! And it's that thick? ... ugh, calm down Len. You're not that easy. You're not a hoe, but you are thirsty. Fuck!'
I meekly nodded my head and gave a dry cough, "I, uh, got to clock in. Bye pervert" I quickly said as I closed the car door and began speed walking towards the building.
Geez. I already know how attracted I am to him in general, but damn! Let me not drink around him, cause a bitch already know I'm going to risk it all for a piece of that. Yes Ma'am! Thankfully I suck at drawing. If I could draw off of memory, I'd sketch exactly how I saw him in the car just to look at it again.
… Now I'm starting to sound like the pervert.
