Chapter 5

 I tightened my grip on his polo because of the coldness. When he noticed that, he immediately turned off the ac. I turned my head to the window and bit my lip.

  When I turned to him, I saw his grip on the steering wheel tightened too, causing his veins to be more visible on his firm arms. I remember what Kate told me about veins.

  ‘It means they masturbate often!’

  I shut my eyes hardly and shook my head. Now I can’t let his image while doing ‘it’ out of my mind! Damn it, Kate.

  “Are you going to work?” I opened my eyes.

  Wait, how did he knew I have work? And why is he here in Diliman? Does he live here?

  “I’ll go home first.” He nodded slowly while looking at the road. Why does he look different now from earlier?

  I showed him the direction to my house in Sta. Mesa, and he stopped his car in front of my apartment. “T-thanks.” I said and hurriedly held the door handle to go out but stopped when he spoke.

  “I’ll give you five minutes. I’ll drive you to your work.” I turned to him dumbly. I blinked several times to wait for the word ‘joke’ but it didn’t come. He's just seriously looking at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Four minutes and fifty-six seconds.” I creased my brows.

  “Wait, I think you’re missing something. I already thanked you, okay? I didn’t even ask you to drive me home so don’t bother. I don’t even know you.” I said, but his expression didn’t change.

  “Four minutes and forty-three seconds.”

  My eyes widen. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

  “We’ll talk later. Go change.” He put an umbrella on my lap. I can’t believe him.

  I went inside my house. I know he wasn’t serious with the five minutes so I still took my time fixing myself. I wore a black polo shirt and denim jeans. I dried my hair and ponytailed it. When I'm done, I went out of the house. To my surprise, the Mercedes-Maybachshocked is still there.

  I was thinking if I should just take a taxi, or tricycle when his window opened and his grumpy face met mine.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  I rolled my eyes and heaved a sigh before walking half-heartedly towards his car. “Why are you doing this?” I asked again.

  He just looked at me and then the road again. “I said we’ll talk later.”

  I sighed and shook my head in disbelief when I noticed that he knew where to go. Is he stalking me? For fuck’s sake he’s a pervert med student and me being inside his car doesn’t make any sense.

  I went out of his car and he followed shadowing me with his umbrella. I just rolled my eyes when he also entered the cafe. Steven and some of the customers looked at us with curious and shock eyes.

  I turned to Loren who’s looking for a table. “What are you gonna do here?” I asked. Can’t he just get lost already?

  “I’m gonna study here.” He scanned the place.

  “So you know to do something other than to fuck?” I bluntly asked.

  He looked at me amusingly and chucked. “Of course.”

  I snubbed and left him. I went to the locker room and changed to my uniform. I went out of the room and bumped with Sancha, the daytime shift.

  “Girl! Are you friends with Lorenzo?!” She asked enthusiastically.

  “No.”

  “Really? He went here earlier asking for you!”

  I turned to her. “Why?”

  “I don’t know! He just asked if you’re working here and what time do you go to work.” My eyes widen with what I’ve heard.

  “What? Did you answer him?” I asked.

  “Of course! He’s so handsome, right?” tsk. I just shook my head and glared at her.

  “Celine, table 7,” Steven called so I left Sancha there. That nosy.

  I grabbed the tray of cold brew coffee and went to table seven. Yes, it was Loren in his eyeglasses and medicine books there. He’s seriously reading with highlighters on his side.

  “Here’s your order, sir.” I barely placed his coffee on the table.

  “Careful.” He reminded and moved the cup away from his books.

  I was about to leave him when he asked me. “What time does your shift ends?”

  I clenched my jaw. “We’re not allowed to disclose such information, sir.” He just raised a brow and nodded slowly while crossing his arms over his chest.

  “I’ll just wait then,” he said and resumed his reading. Seriously, what’s wrong with him? I wanted to ask him why he's bugging me, but I can't stay any longer at his table because of the orders so I just left him there. I bet he wouldn’t be able to wait until midnight.

  He didn’t bug me throughout my shift and just studied there like a normal student. The customers flocked here looking for him. The girls were staring at him but he just ignored everyone as if he’s used to it.

  I also can’t help to glance at him from time to time knowing that he’s waiting for me. He just doesn’t look like the same jerk that I’ve encountered many times. I also noticed that he looks well-educated and hot while seriously studying with his glasses on.

  I automatically shook my head. What? Hot?! My foot! I went to the locker room right after I pulled off. It’s already 12:7 and my shift is done. Holding my sling bag, I went out of the room and saw Lorenzo still reading.

  I stood beside his table and he instantly looked up to me then to his luxury watch. “Eight to twelve, I see.” I rolled my eyes at him. He closed his book and intertwined his fingers on the table.

  “You should go home now,” I said and walked past through him, but I suddenly stopped when he held my wrist to stop me. My eyes went down to his hand and felt a strange thing flowing from there.

  “I didn’t wait for hours just to be shoved.” He said seriously.

  I immediately withdraw my hand and glared at him. I somehow felt guilty for making him wait, but that’s not my fault, right? He was the one who insisted!

  In the end, I just sighed and walked to the chair in front of him. I sat there and crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Do you want anything?” He asked.

  “Just go straight to your point. I’m tired.”

  He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest too. We look like we’re about to argue. Tss.

  “I’d like to apologize about earlier. We made you uncomfortable inside the elevator.” I inhaled deeply and transfixed my gaze somewhere.

  Really? He’s bringing that up now? That’s the reason why he fetched me? I was trying hard to forget it!

  “It’s fine. I wasn’t uncomfortable back there. I don’t mind hearing her moan and that erotic sound you made with your finger inside her skirt. It’s fine.” Note the sarcasm.

  He stared at me and blinked several times before I saw a ghost of amusement in his dark brooding eyes. Is that possible? I mean, he looks scary but something in his expression tells me that he’s enjoying this. Am I seeing it right?

  “I’m sorry for that.” He repeated smirking.

  “If you’re sorry, then try reminding yourself that there are things that are better to be done in private,” I answered.

  He just nodded lazily and stared at my lips. “Go talk.” He then said with his husky voice.

  “What?” my forehead creased.

  “Just talk.”

  “Why?”

  He pursed and licked his lower lip. “I like to see your lips moving.”

  I opened my lips to utter a word but I found myself biting my lips in embarrassment. Why does he always make me uncomfortable?!

  “Hmm, better.” He smirked and I parted my lips open in shock.

  “You pervert,” I whispered.

  He raised a brow, “I didn’t do anything.” He defended. “How old are you, by the way?”

  I glared at him. “Why are you asking?”

  “I’m 26.” He answered his question. “Tell me, Celine, are you a virgin?”

  I stilled and blinked several times I hang my mouth open in shock. I was processing what he just said, but it’s just so stupid! Is he serious?! What if someone heard him?! I turn my eyes around the place to see if anyone’s near our table.

  “You’re blushing.” he teased.

  I shook my head successively. I can feel the heat rising in my face and I don’t know how to stop it.

  “You know what? I don’t even know why I agreed to talk to you. Suit yourself, jerk.” I said and left him on his table, chuckling.

  I thought he’s apologizing? Does he think every girls are the same as his whores?! I can’t believe him!