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Chapter 18
Angel...
“Holly shit” Hope spills coffee all over the table. I just finished telling her everything that happened last night. She wasn’t home when I arrived yesterday and I was too exhausted to wait for her. The first thing I did when I got home last night was take a long hot shower. Once my head hit the pillow I was dead to the world, which is surprising because after everything that happened last night I have no idea how I even slept. “Are you sure it was him?” she grabs the pink kitchen towel and starts to clean the table. I reach over the kitchen counter for some more marshmallows for my hot chocolate.
Of course I am sure it was him how could I forget those eyes? The same eyes that haunts me every single night. How can I forget the way he makes my body vibrate every time he touches me? The way my heart speeds up every time he is close to me or the way my stomach turns inside out every time I see him. “I am positive” I simply answer. She shakes her head side to side as she pours some more coffee into her mug “And you agreed to go on a date with him? Are you insane?”
“It’s not a date” I quickly correct her. The only reason why I agree in the first place was because he didn’t give me another option. It’s not like I want to go. “If he is picking you up, feeding you, and asking questions about your life I am sorry to inform you it’s a date sweet cakes” she smirks into her mug.
Who said anything about him picking me up? I agreed on meeting him at the club but I never said anything about riding with him. Plus I am not even hungry. “It’s not a date we are just talking about business” I address as inhale the smell of the chocolate to calm me down. She rolls her eyes “Sure honey keep telling yourself that”. She walks away with a smile on her face. “It’s not a date” I yell after her. We’re just meeting up for a business meeting that’s all. I keep telling myself this as I go to the room to get ready.
I decided to wear a black long sleeve shirt with a pair of ripped light jeans. I tie my hair back into a ponytail and wrap a purple scarf around my neck to hide the bite marks. You can barely notice them but just in case. I add some foundation, black eyeliner, and some mascara. I reach for my black leather jacket because it tends to get cold at night. “Look at you,” Hope leans into the door frame with the same stupid smile as before. I take in a big breath to keep myself calm. I reach for my shoes “What?”.
“Nothing you just look cute for your date that’s all” she chirp. Here we go again. I turn to face her “It’s not-,” you know what I am not even going to waste my time. No matter how many times I tell her it isn’t a date she is going to keep calling it a date. I stand and walk to the mirror to check how I look. “Aw you want to look cute for him?” Hope mocks. Oh god she is enjoying every second of this. “I think I look professional” I answer, which is a damn lie because I look fucking good in leather.
“Yeah you look professional,” finally she agrees with me on something “professional dater that is”. I throw my arms in the air as I let out a growl out of frustration “You know what I am leaving before I end up murdering you”. I make sure my keys and phone are inside my purse and walk pass her without saying one word to her. “Don’t you want to smell good?” she chuckles.
Even though I know better than to ask what she is talking about I do it anyways. I turn to face her “What?” I just came out the shower. My hair is still wet. She rolls her eyes at me and walks over to the dresser “Here spray some on” she hands me a perfume that smells fruity. I hate anything that smells fruity I am not a fruit to make people want to eat me. “No thank you” I hand it back to her. I prefer to smell more natural.
“Okay,” she shrugs her shoulders “I just thought you wanted to smell good for your date that’s all”. I glare at her with my evil stare. I swear she knows how to push my buttons. “Fuck off” I walk away as her laughter fills the room.
All I can think about on my way to the club is ways to calm myself down. I am so fucking nervous. My stomach feels like a tornado is ready to hit. I feel my heart inside my throat and my hands keep shaking. Why am I so nervous? It’s just a damn business meeting. Yeah with the sexiest man I have ever met in my life. With the man that makes my heart beat fast and slow at the same damn time. With the same man that makes me want to lose control but at the same time makes me want to control everything. I’ve never been so fucking confuse in my entire life. Maybe he won’t even show up, just the thought of him not showing makes my chest hurt. I pull up to the club and my hearts is ready to burst out of my chest.
Tabios is leaning on his bike with his arms cross in front of his chest. He is wearing his leather jacket the same one the others were wearing last night. He looks like he just get out the shower his hair is still wet. He looks so fucking gorgeous. I take in a deep breath, I can do this, and it’s not a date. He doesn’t want to date me and I sure as hell don’t want to date him. So why the hell am I freaking out about? Let’s get this over with.