Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The sweet and sour Playlist- Cute I think you're cute; I believe you are pretty, oh yes I do, oh yes I do, you think I'm attractive? Yes, I think you're ugly, girl I feel will need to go out on a date, I'll pick you up at night, and we'll do a little something, ~|DRAM|~ Brielle's POV "Do people always do what you tell them?" I tense up. "Usually, if they want to keep their jobs," he says, deadpan. "And if they don't work for you?" I ask with fright inside of me. "Oh, I can be very persuasive, Brie. You should finish your breakfast, and then I'll drop you home. I'll pick you up at Sicilio's at nine- fifty when you finish; We'll fly up to Milan." I blink at him rapidly. "Fly?" "Yes. I have a helicopter and a private boarding airplane." I gape at him. I have my second date with Jonathan Christopher, who became Jace the-so-mysterious De Leon from coffee to helicopter rides. Wow. should I call it a date? I thought "We'll go by airplane to Milan? Why not go by Car?" "No, with the car, it's 14 hr 51 min (1,458.9 km) via E45 and A1. By plan from Palermo to Milan is just 3hrs 30mins." "Oh!" I pout. He grins wickedly. "Finish your breakfast." How can I eat now? I'm going to Milan by Airplane. We'll be parking and traveling on a plane with Jace De Leon and Hera, and he wants to bite my lip... I squirm at the thought "Eat," he says more sharply. "Brielle, I have an issue with wasted food... eat." He said coldly. "I can't eat all this." I gape at what's left on the table. "Eat what's on your plate. If you'd eaten properly yesterday, you wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't be declaring my hand so soon." His mouth sets in a grim line. He looks angry. I frown and return to my now cold food. I'm too excited to eat, Jace. Don't you understand? My subconscious explains. But I'm too cowardly to voice these thoughts aloud, especially when he looks so sullen. I find the idea amusing. "What's so funny?" he asks. I shake my head, not daring to tell him, and keep my eyes on my food. Swallowing my last piece of pancake, I peek up at him. He's eyeing me speculatively. "Good girl," he says. "I'll take you home when you've dried your hair. I don't want you getting sick," There's some unspoken promise in his words. What does he mean? I leave the table wondering for a moment if I should ask permission but dismiss the idea. It sounds like a dangerous precedent to set. I head back to his bedroom. A thought stops me. "Where did you sleep last night?" I turn to gaze at him, still sitting in the dining room chair. I can't see any blankets or sheets out here, and perhaps he's had them tidied away. "In my bed," he says, his gaze impassive again. "Oh." "Yes, it was quite a novelty for me too." He smiles. "Not having... sex." There -I said the word. I blush - of course. "No," he shakes his head and frowns as if recalling something uncomfortable. "Sleeping with someone." He picks up his newspaper and continues to read. What in heaven's name does that mean? Does he never sleep with anyone? Is he a virgin? Somehow I doubt that. I stand staring at him in disbelief. He is the most enigmatic person I've ever met, and it dawns on me, what would I have given to be conscious of watching him sleep, See him as vulnerable. A few minutes later, In his bedroom, I hunt through a chest of drawers and find the hairdryer. Using my fingers, I dry my hair the best I can. When I've finished, I head into the bathroom. I want to clean my teeth. I eye Jace's toothbrush, and It would be like having him in my mouth. Hmm... Glancing guiltily over my shoulder at the door, I feel the strands on the toothbrush. They are damp. He must have used it already. Grabbing it quickly, I squirt toothpaste on it and brush my teeth in quick double time. I feel so naughty. It's such a thrill. Grabbing my t-shirt, bra, and panties yesterday, I put them in the shopping bag that his helper brought and headed back to the living area to hunt for my bag and jacket. Deep joy, there is a hair tie in my bag. Jace is watching me as I tie my hair into a ponytail, his expression unreadable. I feel his eyes follow me as I sit down and wait for him to finish. He's on his Samsung Galaxy talking to someone. Big man, big man, an iPhone 12pro max, and a Samsung galaxy. "They want two? How much will that cost? Okay, and what safety measures do we have in place? And they'll go to Itaewon or Spain? How safe is Contract Enrique? And when do Cantin�� plan on holding the contract? Okay, let's do it. Keep me abreast of progress." He hangs up. "Ready to go?" I nod. I wonder what his conversation was about. He slips on a Leather brown jacket, picks up his car keys, and heads for the door. "After you, Signorina Damara," he murmurs, opening the door for me. He looks so casually elegant. I pause, fractionally too long, drinking in the sight of him and to think I slept with him last night, and after all the tequila and the throwing up, he's still here. What's more, he wants to take me to Milan. Why me? I don't understand it. I head out the door, recalling his words - There's something about you - Well, the feeling is entirely mutual Signore De Leon, and I aim to find out what it is. We walk in silence down the corridor after stepping out from the elevator to the parking lot. As I wait for him to remove the car curtain, I peek up at him through my lashes, and he looks out of the corner of his eyes down at me. I smile, and his lips twitch. He brings out his keys, and we step in. We're alone. Unexpectedly, for some inexplicable reason, possibly our proximity in such an enclosed space, the atmosphere between us changes, charging with an electric, exhilarating anticipation. My breathing falters as my heart races, his head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my nails. "Oh, fuck the trying to be cool," he growls. He lunges at me, pushing me against the car seat before I know it, he's got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he pulls the chair down for me to feel comfortable by relaxing my back using his hips to touch my stomach. Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It's only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that's all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I was helpless, my face had, and his hips were restraining me. I feel his erection against my belly. Oh my... He wants me. Jace De Leon, the most eligible bachelor, wants me, and I want him, here and now in the car. "Your lips are so sweet," he murmurs, each word a staccato. Suddenly a car stopped. I opened my eyes to see that I was daydreaming again about my high school crush kissing me. Ugh, I hate my kind of person for this. I'm like the fantasy kind of person. I wish it's all real right now. My heart rate is through the roof, and I've run an uphill race. I want to lean over and grasp my knees, but that's just too obvious that it was all daydreaming shit. Fuck. I glance up at him. He looks fantastic and calm like he has just finished a business deal. How unfair. Is he unaffected by my presence? He glances at me out of his eye, and he gently blows out a deep breath. Oh, he's affected all right - and my petite inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba. The businessmen and women exiting the car distract my erotic fantasy. "You've brushed your teeth," he says, staring at me. "I used your toothbrush," I breathe. His lips quirk up in a half-smile. "Oh, Brielle Damara, what am I going to do with you?" He starts the ignition switch and drives off. I hate and love what is happening. I know I once had a feeling for Jonathan Christopher, but- This is not the Jonathan Christopher that I once knew, this is the new him, this is the new Jace De Leon, everyone grows upright for sure. But I felt easy when he told me that Enrique was not into me, that he was the one that sent him to me for more information. Fucking prickhead. I was about to fall for him. Stupido. Hera and I will be leaving for Milan next week, and now it's Saturday; I can't wait for Sunday, then Monday, to start parking. Since Jace agreed for the three of us to leave on Monday, cool, Hera will surely go head over heels because Jace is coming, so they have to do a proper introduction. My mom is with her husband, no hard feelings, I know she misses me, well I do too, I call her to hear her voice. I'm a university graduate for Chrissake, and I need to see the world. Stop thinking shitty erotic stuff about Jace, common Brielle Damara. I can't just stop my hoeish thought about this man in person. Every move he makes screams-NEED! .