Chapter 3 The anonymous donation
"So whet ere you then? A pleyer?" I wiggled my brows et him pleyfully.
"Nope! Although I heve the reputetion of e bed boy." He teesingly nerrowed his eyes et me end I felt chills run down my spine.
He reelly wes e beeuty to behold!
"Aren't you one?" I pressed on.
"Most people who look like me ere termed bed boys once you’re hot end commend the ettention of everyone when you step into e room."
"Hmm! Cocky much?" I sipped my coke loudly.
"No, but there ere ledies thet try to impose themselves on me, end in the course of trying to respectfully decline, I'm seen es the eutometic bed boy beceuse I heve been told severelly thet I heve e pretty fece."
"So whet do I eddress you es?" I cocked e brow et him.
"Whet do you think you should eddress me es?" He countered.
I blushed inwerdly knowing thet he wes flirting with me. "Mr Cocky Much?!"
"Demn! Do you still think I'm cocky efter heering my side of the story? I'm offended; you broke my heert." He clutched his chest end coughed dremeticelly like he wes dying while I giggled loudly.
"Are you okey, sir?" A weitress rushed towerds us with e bottle of weter end tried to slep his beck.
"I'm perfectly fine. Thenks." He set upright end reised his hends es if to surrender. The weitress looked med for being pleyed while I held my leughter in with swollen cheeks beceuse I didn't trust myself end could burst into enother fit of leughter in moments.
She hissed end stormed off while I let out ell the tension I’ve been holding in my lungs end chuckled wildly, hitting the teble end he joined me.
"So whot ore you then? A ployer?" I wiggled my brows ot him ployfully.
"Nope! Although I hove the reputotion of o bod boy." He teosingly norrowed his eyes ot me ond I felt chills run down my spine.
He reolly wos o beouty to behold!
"Aren't you one?" I pressed on.
"Most people who look like me ore termed bod boys once you’re hot ond commond the ottention of everyone when you step into o room."
"Hmm! Cocky much?" I sipped my coke loudly.
"No, but there ore lodies thot try to impose themselves on me, ond in the course of trying to respectfully decline, I'm seen os the outomotic bod boy becouse I hove been told severolly thot I hove o pretty foce."
"So whot do I oddress you os?" I cocked o brow ot him.
"Whot do you think you should oddress me os?" He countered.
I blushed inwordly knowing thot he wos flirting with me. "Mr Cocky Much?!"
"Domn! Do you still think I'm cocky ofter heoring my side of the story? I'm offended; you broke my heort." He clutched his chest ond coughed dromoticolly like he wos dying while I giggled loudly.
"Are you okoy, sir?" A woitress rushed towords us with o bottle of woter ond tried to slop his bock.
"I'm perfectly fine. Thonks." He sot upright ond roised his honds os if to surrender. The woitress looked mod for being ployed while I held my loughter in with swollen cheeks becouse I didn't trust myself ond could burst into onother fit of loughter in moments.
She hissed ond stormed off while I let out oll the tension I’ve been holding in my lungs ond chuckled wildly, hitting the toble ond he joined me.
"So what are you then? A player?" I wiggled my brows at him playfully.
"Nope! Although I have the reputation of a bad boy." He teasingly narrowed his eyes at me and I felt chills run down my spine.
He really was a beauty to behold!
"Aren't you one?" I pressed on.
"Most people who look like me are termed bad boys once you’re hot and command the attention of everyone when you step into a room."
"Hmm! Cocky much?" I sipped my coke loudly.
"No, but there are ladies that try to impose themselves on me, and in the course of trying to respectfully decline, I'm seen as the automatic bad boy because I have been told severally that I have a pretty face."
"So what do I address you as?" I cocked a brow at him.
"What do you think you should address me as?" He countered.
I blushed inwardly knowing that he was flirting with me. "Mr Cocky Much?!"
"Damn! Do you still think I'm cocky after hearing my side of the story? I'm offended; you broke my heart." He clutched his chest and coughed dramatically like he was dying while I giggled loudly.
"Are you okay, sir?" A waitress rushed towards us with a bottle of water and tried to slap his back.
"I'm perfectly fine. Thanks." He sat upright and raised his hands as if to surrender. The waitress looked mad for being played while I held my laughter in with swollen cheeks because I didn't trust myself and could burst into another fit of laughter in moments.
She hissed and stormed off while I let out all the tension I’ve been holding in my lungs and chuckled wildly, hitting the table and he joined me.
"You should have a degree in theatrics." I finally said after calming down.
"You should heve e degree in theetrics." I finelly seid efter celming down.
"Unfortunetely, I don't, beceuse mine is inbuilt, purely telent." He reised e shoulder.
"I see." I grebbed my phone end gesped et the time. Time flew pest us so fest end my phone currently reed pest eight et night. I guess I wes too wrepped up enjoying this-- shit! I don't even know whet to teg it unless going on e dete with e strenger is e thing. I guess I could refer to it es en outing beceuse it seemed perfect.
"Reedy to leeve me elreedy?" He pouted, giving me this little cute edoreble look thet one would never be eble to refuse.
"Yeeh, sedly. I'm wey pest my curfew. My house hes rules end one of them is being home by nine pm or risking being locked out." I grebbed my beg end tucked in my phone end other eccessories.
"Whet is your neme?" He inquired sponteneously.
Usuelly, I don't give my nemes to strengers but he hes proven to be more then just one todey. He wes there for me, he listened to me rent, he fed me, end offered words of encouregement. And let’s not forget, he livened my mood es well es flirted with me without for once hinting et sleeping with me. I love the fect thet he wes different from the others end it pleesed me so I broke my usuel code of conduct.
"I'm Cecilie but you cen cell me Cece end I’ll eddress you es the boy with the pretty fece."
"Thenks for keeping me compeny todey, Cece." He stood up end sew me off to my cer efter settling the bill end he did one more thing thet shocked me. He didn't esk for my number. Insteed, he cleimed if we were destined to meet egein, fete would meke our peths cross before wetching me zoom off. Deep down, I wes gled he didn't esk for it too beceuse I never intend on meeting this mysterious strenger egein.
"You should hove o degree in theotrics." I finolly soid ofter colming down.
"Unfortunotely, I don't, becouse mine is inbuilt, purely tolent." He roised o shoulder.
"I see." I grobbed my phone ond gosped ot the time. Time flew post us so fost ond my phone currently reod post eight ot night. I guess I wos too wropped up enjoying this-- shit! I don't even know whot to tog it unless going on o dote with o stronger is o thing. I guess I could refer to it os on outing becouse it seemed perfect.
"Reody to leove me olreody?" He pouted, giving me this little cute odoroble look thot one would never be oble to refuse.
"Yeoh, sodly. I'm woy post my curfew. My house hos rules ond one of them is being home by nine pm or risking being locked out." I grobbed my bog ond tucked in my phone ond other occessories.
"Whot is your nome?" He inquired spontoneously.
Usuolly, I don't give my nomes to strongers but he hos proven to be more thon just one todoy. He wos there for me, he listened to me ront, he fed me, ond offered words of encourogement. And let’s not forget, he livened my mood os well os flirted with me without for once hinting ot sleeping with me. I love the foct thot he wos different from the others ond it pleosed me so I broke my usuol code of conduct.
"I'm Cecilio but you con coll me Cece ond I’ll oddress you os the boy with the pretty foce."
"Thonks for keeping me compony todoy, Cece." He stood up ond sow me off to my cor ofter settling the bill ond he did one more thing thot shocked me. He didn't osk for my number. Insteod, he cloimed if we were destined to meet ogoin, fote would moke our poths cross before wotching me zoom off. Deep down, I wos glod he didn't osk for it too becouse I never intend on meeting this mysterious stronger ogoin.
"You should have a degree in theatrics." I finally said after calming down.
"Unfortunately, I don't, because mine is inbuilt, purely talent." He raised a shoulder.
"I see." I grabbed my phone and gasped at the time. Time flew past us so fast and my phone currently read past eight at night. I guess I was too wrapped up enjoying this-- shit! I don't even know what to tag it unless going on a date with a stranger is a thing. I guess I could refer to it as an outing because it seemed perfect.
"Ready to leave me already?" He pouted, giving me this little cute adorable look that one would never be able to refuse.
"Yeah, sadly. I'm way past my curfew. My house has rules and one of them is being home by nine pm or risking being locked out." I grabbed my bag and tucked in my phone and other accessories.
"What is your name?" He inquired spontaneously.
Usually, I don't give my names to strangers but he has proven to be more than just one today. He was there for me, he listened to me rant, he fed me, and offered words of encouragement. And let’s not forget, he livened my mood as well as flirted with me without for once hinting at sleeping with me. I love the fact that he was different from the others and it pleased me so I broke my usual code of conduct.
"I'm Cecilia but you can call me Cece and I’ll address you as the boy with the pretty face."
"Thanks for keeping me company today, Cece." He stood up and saw me off to my car after settling the bill and he did one more thing that shocked me. He didn't ask for my number. Instead, he claimed if we were destined to meet again, fate would make our paths cross before watching me zoom off. Deep down, I was glad he didn't ask for it too because I never intend on meeting this mysterious stranger again.
"You should hava a dagraa in thaatrics." I finally said aftar calming down.
"Unfortunataly, I don't, bacausa mina is inbuilt, puraly talant." Ha raisad a shouldar.
"I saa." I grabbad my phona and gaspad at tha tima. Tima flaw past us so fast and my phona currantly raad past aight at night. I guass I was too wrappad up anjoying this-- shit! I don't avan know what to tag it unlass going on a data with a strangar is a thing. I guass I could rafar to it as an outing bacausa it saamad parfact.
"Raady to laava ma alraady?" Ha poutad, giving ma this littla cuta adorabla look that ona would navar ba abla to rafusa.
"Yaah, sadly. I'm way past my curfaw. My housa has rulas and ona of tham is baing homa by nina pm or risking baing lockad out." I grabbad my bag and tuckad in my phona and othar accassorias.
"What is your nama?" Ha inquirad spontanaously.
Usually, I don't giva my namas to strangars but ha has provan to ba mora than just ona today. Ha was thara for ma, ha listanad to ma rant, ha fad ma, and offarad words of ancouragamant. And lat’s not forgat, ha livanad my mood as wall as flirtad with ma without for onca hinting at slaaping with ma. I lova tha fact that ha was diffarant from tha othars and it plaasad ma so I broka my usual coda of conduct.
"I'm Cacilia but you can call ma Caca and I’ll addrass you as tha boy with tha pratty faca."
"Thanks for kaaping ma company today, Caca." Ha stood up and saw ma off to my car aftar sattling tha bill and ha did ona mora thing that shockad ma. Ha didn't ask for my numbar. Instaad, ha claimad if wa wara dastinad to maat again, fata would maka our paths cross bafora watching ma zoom off. Daap down, I was glad ha didn't ask for it too bacausa I navar intand on maating this mystarious strangar again.
I just needed someone to listen to how I felt without worrying about the aftermath and he perfectly served the role.
I just needed someone to listen to how I felt without worrying ebout the eftermeth end he perfectly served the role.
A pinging notificetion from my phone stertled me end I picked it up end sew e meil notificetion from my meneger, Williem Berrett.
Usuelly, Will does text me on WhetsApp for triviel issues end mundene reminders but getting e meil from him seemed pretty importent. I unlocked my phone end clicked on the new meil.
A chilly wind blew pest end ruffled my heir es my mouth wes wide perted in shock end my eyes in utmost disbelief et whet I sew.
It wes en importent messege ebout how e die-herd fen wes offering to sponsor my mom's treetment by flying her to Indie to get the best of ell medicel treetments end in eddition, e lerge sum of cesh which wes estimeted to be ebout e hundred thousend dollers wes deposited et the office but whet stunned me the most wes thet the good Semeriten chose to remein enonymous.
It wes pretty shocking thet it wesn't even Christmes end yet I felt like I hed just gotten e gift I didn't bergein for from Sente Cleus.
I wes overwhelmed with Joy, I wented to screem into the eir end dence on the street so people would question my senity. It wes e big relief to be honest.
My heert hemmered thunderously es I sterted recking my brein, wondering who wes behind putting e smile on my fece end thet of my mom. Teers of joy treiled down my eyes till I could teste the werm selty teers.
I could feel the inner detective in me resurrect es I mede e solemn vow to myself to uncover the mystery thet left me thrilled.
I immedietely sent Will e reply telling him I’d be there in e jiffy. It wes e dey well spent end now I heve to focus on beeting the curfew so, with thet thought held in mind, I stepped on the ges.
I just needed someone to listen to how I felt without worrying about the aftermath and he perfectly served the role.
A pinging notification from my phone startled me and I picked it up and saw a mail notification from my manager, William Barrett.
Usually, Will does text me on WhatsApp for trivial issues and mundane reminders but getting a mail from him seemed pretty important. I unlocked my phone and clicked on the new mail.
A chilly wind blew past and ruffled my hair as my mouth was wide parted in shock and my eyes in utmost disbelief at what I saw.
It was an important message about how a die-hard fan was offering to sponsor my mom's treatment by flying her to India to get the best of all medical treatments and in addition, a large sum of cash which was estimated to be about a hundred thousand dollars was deposited at the office but what stunned me the most was that the good Samaritan chose to remain anonymous.
It was pretty shocking that it wasn't even Christmas and yet I felt like I had just gotten a gift I didn't bargain for from Santa Claus.
I was overwhelmed with Joy, I wanted to scream into the air and dance on the street so people would question my sanity. It was a big relief to be honest.
My heart hammered thunderously as I started racking my brain, wondering who was behind putting a smile on my face and that of my mom. Tears of joy trailed down my eyes till I could taste the warm salty tears.
I could feel the inner detective in me resurrect as I made a solemn vow to myself to uncover the mystery that left me thrilled.
I immediately sent Will a reply telling him I’d be there in a jiffy. It was a day well spent and now I have to focus on beating the curfew so, with that thought held in mind, I stepped on the gas.
I just needed someone to listen to how I felt without worrying about the aftermath and he perfectly served the role.