LIVIA ARGENO POV
I refused his offer to stay longer, finding it rather amusing. I quietly got into his car, and he dropped me off outside my home. My mind was in a whirl. Alex Romano. I couldn't believe he had asked me for a date.
I was zoned out on my bed, oblivious to my phone ringing. Suddenly, my thoughts crashed, and I came back to my senses, hearing the persistent ring. It was an unknown number. Who is calling me this late? I questioned whether to pick it up or not. Finally, I decided to answer it; perhaps it was important, which was why the person was calling so late.
"Livia," the moment I answered, I heard his voice. Alex. How did he get my number? "How did you get my number?" I asked.
"I have my ways, sweetheart," he replied, and I cringed hard at his "sweetheart."
"What do you want?" I asked, feigning sweetness.
"Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice. Were you sleeping?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered, a bit unsure whether to tell him the truth or not.
"I hate lies, bébé fille," he said with a scary voice. I gulped.
"No, I was not sleeping," I quickly corrected.
"That's like a good girl." I rolled my eyes at the "good girl" remark.
"What were you doing? You should sleep; we have our date tomorrow," he said.
"Actually, tomorrow's a holiday, so I thought of completing a few topics—" I was about to complete my sentence when I heard a knock on my door. Who could it be at this time?
"Open the door, sweetheart. Don't make me wait outside so long." What was he doing here?
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.
"Open the door first," he insisted.
I opened the door and saw him in his casual clothes. I won't lie; he looked incredibly sexy with messy hair and his casual attire.
"Yeah, which topic were you talking about?" he asked. Now, I was just staring at his face.
Suddenly, his expression changed. "Didn't I just tell you I hate lies?" he said in such an angry and serious tone that it made me scared.
"I was—" He cut me off again and said, "I want our date to be perfect. If you're not on time or do something hilarious, be ready for the consequences."
I just nodded my head, and he sighed. Now, he was sitting on my bed and beckoning me over. I went towards him and sat near him. He didn't say anything, nor did I. After half an hour of silence, he spoke, "Go to sleep," and then he left.
Suddenly, it hit me: How did he know my address? Oh! How could I forget? Rich people. I slept, not wanting to be late tomorrow.
Morning arrived.
I was ready to go, though I was genuinely scared. I heard a knock on my door, and I knew he was here. I checked myself one last time and opened the door.
There he stood, dressed all in black. He checked me out for a few minutes and then gestured towards his car. I followed his lead.
We both sat in the car. I was looking out the window. "You are looking gorgeous," he said.
"Thank you. Can I ask you something?" I asked, a little nervous.
"You can ask anything you wish, my lady," he answered, making me blush.
"Why do you want to go on a date with me? I heard you call us 'low lives,' so why me?" I asked, a bit scared of his reaction.
"Because you are mine and not a low life. You captured my heart and kept it with you so completely that I wasn't able to think of anything else other than you," he answered, which only made me more scared.
What did he mean by "I'm his"? I wasn't a thing. But I wasn't able to argue or talk back, as I knew his temper, and I wanted to pass my college life in peace. Just a few days of attraction, and then he'll forget about me, I reasoned.
As we reached the park, I saw so many cute soft toys with glowy eyes. I really wanted to buy them, but I couldn't because I had to complete my house loan first.
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