Hello! What? An update of one of my stories in two days? Well, I still feel somewhat bad for not updating last week, so I am trying to catch up. A filler chapter of sorts, but it is important! Review, request, and enjoy!
Ciel's Pov
I keep looking at him. My heart is nothing more than a mere timer, counting down the seconds until it explodes. My face feels like the sun bent down and punched me. My lips might have well been stung by a million bees for how swollen they are. And he is to blame for how I feel and for this weird predicament we have gotten into. Yep, he shouldn't have antagonized me.
Damn, what the hell was I thinking?! Could I be more obvious! I can't believe I did that? It must have been the after effects of drinking. Yeah, that is probably what drove me insane. I am never touching alcohol ever again. Not if I am going to do these kind of drastic things. Nope, I definitely didn't need him to be giving me a look that I can't decipher. I already had a tough time reading him at times.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" I try to get rid of this stifling silence, but as I realize what I had, indeed, just said, I squeeze the steering wheel. Way to go! I made this moment even more awkward.
"Well, I wouldn't necessary say cat, but if you refer to yourself as that, then okay," he replies while smirking. I begin chewing a part of my cheek to stop myself from blurting out something even more incriminating or embarrassing. I bit it hard when he puts his hand on top of mine. "If you continue to grip that, you are going to break it," he scolds. I turn my head to offer him a biting remark, but he then pries my fingers from the wheel, flips it, and weaves his fingers through mine. "Now, you can squeeze as hard as you want. I doubt you have the strength to break my hand." He gives me a smile.
Now, I would have found this moment romantic if…Well, I do find it slightly, but he ruins it by insulting me. I could let it go, but I need to get out of this situation before I make some mistake. I need to stop this. So I rip my hand from his. The only thing that exposes that he is surprised by my action is that his pupils dilate. Other than that, his face and body seemed like he anticipated by reaction. I don't like that. "Oh, shut up. If I wanted to, I could fracture that sorry excuse you call a hand." I'll never admit it out loud that his hand was what I really wanted. Yeah, those sorts of thoughts only needed to be thoughts and nothing more.
I start the car again. I don't spare him a glance as I drive us to my company where the meeting is being held. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I don't take it out. I am already having a tough time focusing on anything that doesn't involve him. But I can hear his phone vibrating in his lap, and since he is not in charge of driving, he checks it. Then he laughs. It is a hearty one too, and if I didn't find the suddenness of it suspicious, I would have joined him, but I don't. Because something is not right. No, for some reason, my gut tells me that this is not a humorous matter.
Sebastian's Pov
He is ignoring me. What did I expect really? Okay, I did hope for a better response, but the kiss left me dazed in happiness. I am glad I just didn't push him too far. I didn't want to upset him more than I already had. In order for him to calm down, I refrain from talking. I had planned to remain silent until we got to his company. That plan is ruined when I open the notification on my phone. It takes me to an article. An article with the headline of two bachelors. An entertainment piece of those two men secretly dating. And that quietness of the car is disrupted as I fill it with my chortles.
I can't stop laughing. Every time I try to stop, I end up doing it more. Ciel is not amused from the way his body stiffens. He doesn't know of the news, but he knows that my behavior is not good. He knows that the only things that can make me sick with laughter are when it pertains to him.
I am a little afraid to tell him, so when he asks what is with me; I just say that it was a joke. He is going to be pissed when we arrive at the meeting and the press is there waiting for answers, but there is no point in revealing it now. When he insists, I lean in close and whisper, "Tick Tock." He serves a little to the right.
Ciel's Pov
What does that mean? And why the hell did he have to press himself so close to me to tell me that? Ass! I could have killed the both of us for his stupidity. I am pretty sure our dads will do the job if we don't get there on time… My eyes swivel toward the digital clock in my car. Shit! Forty minutes late.
I pray that my father and Dimitri are sensible enough not to hold up their threat. They wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the business, right? I get my answer as I pull into the front of the building. There is a crowd blocking the entrance. Journalists with their cameramen and microphones ready to get the big scope.
I want to back-up the car and leave, but the exit is suddenly occupied, and if I try to reverse, I will hit something. My only choice is to park. I can barely shift from drive to park when there is knocks on my windows. I lock the doors in case someone tries to get in.
"Is that what you were laughing at?" I accuse him while glaring. He shakes his head in denial. "Jerk! We could had avoided all of this if you told me! Now what are we going to do?"
"I'm sorry, but we still have to attend the meeting. They need our signature for production." He is using a calm voice to pacify my ager, and I know he is right, but I don't want to go outside. I can only imagine what they told the media. Hopefully, it would be something Sebastian and I could brush off.
"Fine. On the count of three, we open our doors and run for the entry. Don't stop to answer anything. Don't agree to anything. Don't make this worse. Got it?" He sticks his tongue out, but then nods as I threaten to punch him. "Okay. Ready? One, two, three!"
Sebastian's Pov
Once we step out from the car, we are bombarded with people. I try to move forward, but they are pushing their equipment to my face. I can't hear them, which should work in my favor, but it is not. The sun in blinding me, and all the people around me are making me dizzy. I don't want to, but I naturally press back into the car. It is suffocating, and soon, it is terrifying because the reporters are getting antsy from my lack of replies. They start pushing each other to get to me, and because there are so many, they begin to collide into me.
I feel faint. My eyes are open. I am sure that they are because I can feel a breeze brushing against my corneas, but I can't see. My vision is narrowing, and it is probably due from my psychological state. My throat starts to close. I am not breathing regularly. I can't.
I am scared. My eyes close without permission, but they snap open when a hand grasps mine and pulls. I look up, seeing Ciel cautiously shove people aside so we can move. I don't hear him yelling, but I can tell that he is because the tendons in his neck are bulging out. He tightens his hold on my hand as we near the entrance. He looks behind his shoulder, and I can read his lips so clearly when he shouts something to either the cameras or me. Whomever his message is for, it succeeds in making my face burn.