Chapter 5

I know I told you guys that I'm optimistic about this date, but honestly, I'm second-guessing it.

All through the ride to our destination, I was still in disbelief that I had experienced that sh*t back there. Well, it's too early to pass judgment on him yet; I should give him the benefit of the doubt, right?

"You don't seem too comfortable; is anything the matter?" I heard Damon ask.

"I'm perfectly fine," I said, faking a smile while trying to cover up my sour countenance.

"You look rather ravishing tonight."

Well, he can be a lot of things, but he was sure right about one thing: I dressed to charm, and I guess it is working.

"Thank you." I raised the bouquet up while I inhaled it.

It actually smelled lovely; the soothing smell of the roses helped calm my nerves and made me a bit more comfortable.

The car came to a halt, and his men opened the door for us to get down.

It was a fancy restaurant with beautiful scenery; thank God he didn't take me to a bar like one pervert that I know.

We got into the restaurant, and everywhere was empty except for the staff that queued up at the entrance to welcome us immediately after we entered.

One of the workers took us to our table; it was a bit funny, but I was honestly enjoying it. Damon took the chair and asked me to sit down.

"What happened to all the customers?" I whispered to Damon.

"We are the customers."

"But there is no one here besides us; are we safe?" I queried him on

"Relax, you are safe; I reserved the whole restaurant for the night," he proudly said.

"The whole thing?" I was a bit perplexed; I mean, no one has ever done that for me.

I don't know about you, but he sure knows how to play his way into a woman's heart.

He could tell I was pleased; obviously, whatever he was planning to achieve this night was actually working.

Dishes of different kinds were rolled out for us to make our choice.

"I didn't know what you would love, so I took the liberty to order everything on their menu."

Now do you see why I was hellbent on dating a billionaire, not one broke ass nigger who has nothing to offer but to stuff me with fried chicken and chips and will still ask them to wrap up the left-over for takeout?

I mean, this is what we call variety. I don't know about you, but I'm definitely allergic to broke people. If you love poverty, I don't.

"Wow, you did!" I said, smiling at him.

We both placed our orders, and believe me when I say it was one of the most romantic nights I have ever had. Who spends this much to please a girl on a first date?

Damon scored the highest on my list so far; he was handsome. I can tell from up here that he is nicely built, romantic at heart, has a great sense of humor, and most importantly, he is loaded. What else could I ask for?

I'm so close to marrying my billionaire. I mean, I got this lucky on my very second blind date.

"Thank you billionaire hunters; it wouldn't have been possible without you," I muttered to myself. I was already thinking of the designer clothes, bags, and shoes that I had always wanted to buy.

I spent the whole night laughing and smiling at his jokes; he practically swept me off my feet, but I obviously didn't fall in love. Please don't be absurd; I fell in money.

After an enchanting dinner with Damon, he dropped me off at home. We said our goodbyes after we had agreed to meet up the next day. I hummed a song and danced all the way up the elevator.

"Charmer, what are you doing?"

Damn, Oliver knows how to ruin my mood. What the heck he was doing here is one thing I can't begin to fathom, today of all days. I paused my dancing and humming immediately.

"What are you doing here? You didn't call?" I asked, holding myself from pouncing on him. He took out his phone, dialed a number, and before I knew it, my phone was ringing in my purse. I took it out to see his name boldly written on it.

"See, I called."

I stood transfixed to a spot with my phone in my hands and my mouth open. He took my purse, fished out my keys, and waved them in my face.

"I will let myself in then."

I tried calming myself with the breathing technique.

"Don't kill him just yet," I murmured to myself. He glanced at me with a mischievous smile while he entered my apartment.

He was already on the sofa chewing on some chips when I got in.

"Hold on, charmer, where did you go?"

"Wow, you're so quick to notice."

"Did you go on another stupid dinner date?"

"Why, do I look beautiful?"

"Eeew charmer, you look like a toad taking a pose."

I immediately took out my heel and threw it at him, but he obviously dodged it.

"How did it go? Was he a vampire this time around or a lunatic?" he asked curiously.

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "On the contrary, he is the best."

"What's with the bouquet? Did he give you that?"

"It's romantic, right?"

He faked choking for a while. "The flower petals downstairs aren't him, right?"

I quickly turned in a bid to escape to my room. The last thing I want is for him to laugh at me again.

"Charmer, where are you running off to?" he kept shouting as he followed me to the bedroom. I shut the door behind him before he could get into the room.

I'm not going to let any Oliver ruin my beautiful night, no matter how much he tries. He knocked on the door, but when I didn't open up, he stopped.

I came out of the bedroom a few minutes later to see him tying a towel around his waist while coming out of the bathroom.

I know I have seen him bare-chested a couple of times, but damn Oliver was smoking hot with his abs on display. I quickly snapped out of my stupid fantasy.

"What are you doing?"

"Took a shower."

"No, I mean, what are you doing here, in my apartment?"

"I came for a sleepover charmer," he said as he flipped my hair to cover my face.

"Ouch, what happened to your mansion?"

"I love your apartment more; I mean, the shower is divine," he said, smiling at me.

"Put on a shirt, will you?" I screamed.

He went into the bedroom and appeared a few minutes later fully clothed. I was lying down on the couch watching a movie, and he picked up my feet and sat down on the sofa while we watched together.

Oliver played with my toes, tickling me, and before I knew it, I was feeling drowsy.

A shirtless Oliver pushed me to the sofa. Our mouths fused together, and while his hands were roaming around my body, I couldn't resist the burning sensation I felt in my very core. His tongue wandered on my neck, kissing every inch of me. I kept cheering him on. His hands slipped underneath my cloth, and he pulled the cloth off me, baring my b**bs for his eyes to feast on. He grabbed my b**bs and began kneading the dough. He bent over to take my n*pple in his mouth.