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Chapter 14

The night is dark, and the moon is the silver spotlight. Out of all the scenarios in my head, I never imagined this one to happen. The stars were twinkling above me and I'm completely in nirvana.

I am inside Christian's red Maserati. He was driving while I was seated on the passenger seat. He rolled the windows down and my hand touched the edge of the window. I dreamily pressed my chin above my hand as the wind blew my hair. I could stop staring at the cityscape at eleven in the evening.

In fact, I've never seen this place so beautiful.

The car stopped when the stoplight turned red and there was a crimson countdown from one hundred seconds.

Christian took the time to ask, "You've never experienced road trips before?"

I smiled as I shook my head. I replied, "Nope. My leisure is actually just all about reading in the public library across our apartment every Saturday."

"Really?"

"Yup," with a popping P.

He laughed and asked again, "Where do you want to travel?"

"I dream of traveling to Africa. I mean, most girls want to see the romantic spots like Paris or Rome, but I want to see some animals. The giraffes, the lions, zebras, and all of them! Yes, they're here in zoos but I want to see them natural habitat."

He made a solemn promise when he said, "I will take you there. I will take you to Africa."

That made my heart beat so loud. My cheeks were burning and the anticipation in me just heightened. It's always been my dream and Christian just made a promise to make it come true. Little by little, he has slowly turned my dreams into reality. I imagined Africa to make me happy, but now I'm happier because he'll be with me.

I leaned closer to him and aggressively pressed my lips to his. He responded with the same amount of passion. I pulled away from him only to trail kisses down his cheek, his chin, and to his neck. But we stopped when we noticed the lights went green and the vehicle behind us honked like crazy.

Christian and I just laughed. He said, "It's time to behave."

We started to the drive again. We roamed around the bright lights of the city, and the night has never been this gorgeous. I felt like a girl caught in a city photograph. The wind blowing in my hair and I close my eyes as the yellow lights illuminated.

I slowly opened them and turned to Christian. He was already looking at me with such strange expression.

That's when he said, "You're beautiful."

And that's how I knew that he's in love.

OOO

My boss is unusually in a good mood today. There's something about his face that makes me think that something special is going on with his life. He was shining like gold—solid and bright. There's that certain light in Christian that I once had when I met Ana's mother. It's almost as if . . . he's in love.

But I guess we're completely different men. I just hope that whoever he's involved with will not get a taste of how much of a heartbreaker he is.

I quickly stopped my thoughts. I am thinking of him in a professional sense now. We were waiting for Pierre Pagan, the CEO of a French company. In fact, he's an owner of five museums in Paris. He's also Kate's fiancée.

Christian and I sat next to each other.

He told me in a serious tone, "Ray, if we get this deal, my company will have an even better name in Paris. That place has marvelous history and art, and it will prove just how much the company is versatile."

"I totally agree with you, Sir."

He added, "Though he's my best friend's fiancée, I never actually met him."

I turned to the door and we saw a fine-looking man with curly hair enter the scene. Christian cleared his throat and stood up. I followed him. It no sooner happened that the man was standing before us. We shook hands, but I could tell that he was unengaged.

We sat next to each other and Christian just showed his PR skills. He introduced himself and me, and started talking about the company. I was in a positive mood, but Christian stopped talking when he noticed that Pierre was on his phone . . . scrolling and laughing at something.

"Keep going," Pierre said but Christian remained quiet. His eyes were evidently angry. So were mine. This guy was rude.

"I won't talk unless you pay attention to me," I could hear a little growl.

Pierre smiled smugly, put his phone down, and said, "Alright then."

We were already offended. He seemed so arrogant.

He called for the waiter and the young man was enthusiastic when he served us. "G-good m-morning, Sir. Wha-what would you like?"

The waiter's a stutterer and I could tell that Pierre was judging him. He answered, "I want the salmon ala carte and I don't know what these guys want. Better ask the old man."

Christian and I stared at each other when he did that. He's extremely rude and we were offended.

"S-Sir, w-what would you like to order?"

Pierre was already laughing but Christian was classy enough to politely answer, "We want a salad. Two plates."

"W-would tha-that b-be all?"

It was Pierre who answered mockingly, "Y-yes! Tha-that would be all!"

Some people from the next table were laughing, and the poor young man was embarrassed.

"Shut up," Christian said.

"Wha-what did you say?"

Christian stood up and the utensils from the table fell off. The plates broke, and the spoon, fork, and knife were clinking against the floor. Christian's hands turned into fists.

He told him, "We haven't even talked a minute, but I could tell that you are a vile, disgusting, and horrible person. You are extremely rude, and you are fucking ignorant. This waiter has an uncontrollable condition and you fucking laugh at him?! Are you even human? I don't care if you're a CEO. I am a CEO too, far more than successful than you! You better learn some manners."

Pierre made it worse when he just shrugged and took a drink.

"Fuck you! You don't deserve Kate!" Christian screamed before almost punching Pierre. I quickly stopped him.

"Let's go, Sir. It's not worth it."

We left the restaurant but not before Christian apologized to the waiter and told him that he could take home what we ordered.

Taylor waited in the Volvo and once we were inside, Christian dialed a number on his phone and raised his voice, "Katherine, I don't fucking care if my brother broke your heart before. The guy you chose is so much worse. He's a fucking ignorant piece of shit. If you don't break up with him, you're no longer my best friend."

I stared at my boss whose veins were bulging from the neck. He was red. He was angry.

This just told me that he's a good person. He has always been.

I'm starting to see him in a different light.

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