A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 8

“Did you just make a joke?” I feigned astonishment. He rolled his eyes and took the menu. I did the same, pretending to be interested in choosing the order, as silence settled around the table and I tried not to look at the handsome man sitting next to me. The waitress came and I sighed in relief.

“What do you want to order?” asked Henris, frightened. He leaned across the table and took the menu from my hands.

“I’ll have a prime rib, medium rare. She’ll have the chicken alfredo. We also want some bread. And another bottle of this wine,” he said firmly. The waitress quickly wrote down the order and left, while I stared. “What ?” He asked coldly.

you could have.” He responded by giving me a smirk. He the

m North Carolina… I graduated from NYU and now I’m an intern at Vogue. Hopefully they’ll hi

Int

at me coldly. “W-What?” I stuttered.

He tilted his head to the side, moving his chair so he sat closer to me. I felt his k

him in the eyes. He stared at me intensely.

dered in a whisper.

“No.”

eased his grip on my chin. “I will take this as an answer to my question and not as an act of disobedience towards me, Noras,” he commented. Then he smiled at me. “Wou

or.

ring from his face for a few moments, though, while

uld ha

nee. Before he could respond, two steaming plates were served to us.

her a fake smile and

iately started eating, wrapping the

ed the mouthful quickly. “Is your food

e, it’s very good.” I answered.

prised by his tone. If it’s not good enough, I’ll send it back. Do not lie to me.

ce of the steak into small cubes. Slowly, with his fork, he lifts one to his mouth and chews it with

sked nervously.

has answered. The

? “She smiled, trying to appea

opened it and placed a black credit card in it, without even glancing at

ling slightly at me, the cold expression disappearing from his face for a few

immediately stood up, shoulders straight, and placed a 50 dollar

could feel the gazes of the

held tightly to my side

his tongue over

t through his hair. The young company CEO seemed like someone

idn’t pay attention to the direction we were going. I looked out the window,

rest.

y not. Take me home, Mr. Steve. I’m not having

time times and

d a garage, choosing not to answer him. A man in a black suit ran out, opening the door for Henris, who handed him the keys along with s

nodding