Chapter 1 Blind date

~Eva’s POV~

I  entered the big luxurious restaurant. I looked around in search of my blind date. I picked up my phone from my black leather handbag and dialed the last number.

“Over here”, Damien signaled with his hands. I went towards  the direction of his hand. I was nervous. No that’s not the word to explain how I am feeling right now. I was rather annoyed. Caressing my bumps , I assured myself the hundredth time . It must end up like the others .

“Hello” I greeted and reluctantly sat on the chair opposite his . He was my third blind date.

“I think I might like you” he said  with a big smile. ”Eva right?” he snaps his finger, still smiling. His arrogant attitude was already driving me crazy . If only he knew who he was meddling  With .

smiling, I  nodded. I  handed my   business card over to him. ‘Ab Food and co LTD’, he  read aloud.

‘Yes’, I replied sipping from the cup   of coffee the waiter  brought earlier before going to attend to other customers…  Soon he came back to us.

“what would you like to eat?”  He asked extending the menu to us. I collected the menu and scanned through it .

“Pasta with red sauce . And please add enough pepper “ I pointed out. The waiter looked in Damien’s direction, enquiring what he would like to eat.

“ hum… I will also go with  the pasta, he said.

“Why would you want to marry me?’ I asked looking him directly in the eye. His golden – brown  eyes fitted perfectly to his arched bushy brows.

He kept on staring at me . Precisely he doesn’t have a reason.

“Everything…just everything” he said finally . That was supposed to be a lovely comment but to me it was the opposite.

“Or is it because of the company?”, I said …or my dad?   These are the two reasons  I could think of.

“You see” I sat up and gave space for the waiter to drop the food that we ordered. I forced a mouthful of the pasta to my mouth, allowing the red sauce sprinkle on my white dress and all over my mouth. That was just to drive Damien away but instead he offered me a wiper “How annoying,” I muttered

“I miss my past lifestyle. The way I live when I was in California” I smiled . Earlier on I had browsed the internet in search of the easiest way to ruin a blind date . Being   proud of your dirty past was the one I picked. Although I didn’t have any, I forged One for myself.

“ What do you miss about your past lifestyle” Damien picked  interest and ask.

‘I Miss the way men look at me! . They way they touch me ‘ she says and alongside demonstrated  with gestures . Do you know what they call me then ?,she ask with a grin on her cheeks. They call me….

'Enough'!, Damien growl he picked up his jacket and stumble out in anger . That was all I needed from him . What other way could I have used? .I couldn’t just tell him that I wasn’t interested, it would prolong everything.

I laugh loudly attracting the attention of the others in the restaurant. ‘sorry’ I stopped suddenly and bowed in apology.  I won’t easily forget to get my self together . I’m the daughter of a billionaire. Everyone’s eyes were all on me .I took my hand bag and walked out.

I entered my  red Lexus LX 600 and drove off . Soon enough I  was home. My heart beat faster every single tiled step  I  climbed. I prayed that the chairman would be asleep already. I am not ready for end of date report.

I open the door handle quietly to avoid attracting attention. With my shoes on my hands, I tiptoed inside .

I entered the sitting room to behold the chairman sitting on the long sofa . He was  probably sleeping or watching the television. I  wished it was the later .

“ How was the date? “Chairman Huxley asked ..I  was dazed . I stood at the spot Without moving.  I wanted to be sure if I actually heard his voice or I was hallucinating

“I  hope he was good enough, your kind of man? I picked him specially” he said smiling. I bit my lips in anger .

'It went well sir' I  finally said and made my  way to the stairs but was stopped .

“Here ,… sit' he gestured me  to the sit in front of him . He turned off the television and took the last sip of Alcohol in his glass.

I blinked my  eyes, staring curiously at him for a moment. but then  I  could  feel my knee getting weaker with the way he stared at me . Obediently I  took the closest couch and clasped my hands on my laps.

“I got a call from your date” he grumbled. “What was that? You said it went well or perhaps you meant that you drove him away like you always do to others? I told you he is an important one !” he growled . I didn’t have any explanation to give him ,neither do I feel guilty.

“Why do you keep doing this? “ he glared at me with disgust.

'Father! …' I  tried to give an explanation. “I don't want to get married just like that. I am not interested.   Besides he doesn't like me, he only adores Ab food and co ' I mustard courage and said . “I want to fall in love and marry the man of my dreams, I  pleaded. Almost subbing. That has been my desire. The way normal class citizens do. I live my life here everyday as if it has been programmed .

“love? ..' Look at what you are saying. You are the Successor of Ab food and co” he pointed out. I hate been reminded of that. Not that I won’t like to be the owner someday but using it as an excuse to torture me .

He coughed continuously making me grab a glass of water over to him .

“You can't own the Company if you don't provide a husband for yourself and a Son- in law for me "he continued.

“I  will do just that Dad! ' I faked a smile trying hard to keep him calm. His health condition might get worst if I don’t play along .

“That's more like it . You better do that quickly.  Meanwhile, you have another date tomorrow at the normal time and location. You must be so exhausted go to bed . I will text you the details tomorrow morning” .he concluded and switched the television back on

I began panicking with crazy imagination. ' who would it be this time?' I wondered .

The look on chairman Huxley's face was mean . I knew he meant every word he had said .

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