"How do you eat a burger?" I ask Aidan, who is eating it with a knife and fork.
"Like this." He answers confused, "How do you eat a burger?"
I hold the burger with my two hands. "Like this." I take a big bite. He puts down his knife and fork. Rich people do super weird things. Who eats a burger with a knife and fork?
He picks up the burger, and takes a huge bite. He puts the burger back on his plate. Sauce is spread all over his face. I giggle.
"You have sauce everywhere." I smile and point to the red blotches of tomato sauce on his face. He take his serviette and tries to wipe it, but he just makes it ten times worse as he spreads it everywhere. I shake my head. "Let me help you."
He smirks. I take my own serviette and wipe his face. "Thanks."
I smile. I pull my textbook out my bag again.
"Alright. Give it to me. I'm testing you."
"Okay, so . . ." He starts.
He asks me questions, and I answer. If I don't get them right, he flicks my wrist.
"Er . . . the vastus lateralis." He flicks my finger.
"No. Try again. Think about the question again."
"The vastus medialis." I answer.
"Yeah." he feeds me a chip. It's like my reward for getting things right. I answer right, I get to eat.
"This stuff is complicated." He admits. I shrug.
"Life of a medical student right?"
"How long is the course?"
"Seven years technically. I have to do four years as a degree and then another three working as a resident, but I am also doing a post graduate at the same time." I answer. His eyebrows shoot to the sky.
"So are you working as a resident then now? You've been studying for that long? How old are you?" I roll my eyes at that statement.
"Yes, I have been working. I do night shifts, and all I have to do is write an exam and then I've completed my degree, not the post grad, but the foundation. I'm 25."
"Only?" He asks, I put my hand on my chest in mock hurt.
"Why, do I look that old?" He smiles awkwardly.
"No. Of course not. It's just, I was wondering at what age did you graduate highschool?"
"17. I was put in a year early." I scratch my head awkwardly.
"Oh. That's actually really cool. I studied a degree in business management. I'm turning 31 in two months." He tells me.
"I am going to be 26 in a few months, but I hate to break it to you, but you're an old man Aidan."
"Sure am." He laughs, "You know, I've never really had a normal conversation like this with a pretty girl, apart from my sister."
"You just called me pretty."
"No I didn't."
"Oh you totally did!" I tease. "Really? Do you think I'm pretty?" I sigh.
"Yeah. I guess." He rubs the back of his head. I roll my eyes.
"I'm only teasing you. Thank you for the compliment. If it makes you feel better, I think that you're also pretty." He smirks, but then frown at my statement.
I know what he is thinking. He doesn't want to be just pretty. He wants to be the only thing I see. He wants to the big player, and he wants me as a notch on his belt. Well, I have news for you, I refuse. I promise you right now Aidan, I will never ever fall for you.
"What?" He asks smirking. I snap out of my daze.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
It's beautiful. It is a flpping huge mansion. Theo squeals in awe, "Look at it mommy! It;s so big! Even bigger than our house!" I smile at how cute he is. I park in the drive. I unbuckle him ffrom his car seat and grap his bags. I take his hand and lead him to the front door. "Is this Mr. Boss man's house?" He asks. "No. This is his mommy and daddy's house. We are coming to visit them and Mr. Boss Man." I smile silly to myself as I think about his innocent made uo nickname. The doorb opens to reveal a causally dressed Aidan. I realise now that I forgot to change. The hassle of having a child. I have a grey beanie on, a pink sweater, and on top of that, a black jacket, and finally blue jeans, whick are paired with some high heeled boots. Aidan has cancelled the dress thing because as it gets colder, the more impossible it becomes to keep waem in a dress. Nevertheless, the whole high heel thing became worse. He is now forcing me to wear six inches, He pulls me in for a hug. "H
Christmas seems to be approaching very quickly. I bought Theo a moving train set, which we will place around his room because he absolutely adores them. i also bought him a little bicycle, which doesnt have any pedals on it, but heh as to make it move nu pushing his lgegs on the floor. i ahv already wrapped up all his presents because his little prying eyes seems to discover things they shouldnt. he likes opening cupboards. I have ha to child- proof the entire hourse, and yet his little fingers still seeem to get into things. He loves climbing as well. I ahave found him on the kitchen countertops, where he balled his eyes out becauese he got stuck.I grab my bag, throw on a beanie, and find Theo. "let's go. I need to get one last present for my boss. Do you want to come?" I smile. He nods eagerly. "Alright. Let's go then." I smile. "What are we going to buy, Mom?" He asks. "I'm thinking about a new watch. he loves them." I explain. Theo nods eagerly in the back seat. "Just like he
As I walk into the office, and I finally manage not to stumble. I have almost mastered the art of working in heels. It's learnt skill. Today, Aidan made me wear high heeled boots, and a turtle neck dress which is actually really pretty. It's navy blue, and the ankle boots match perfectly. They are actually really pretty. It's flippon cold outside though, so I have a coat on, along with a scarf. i sit down and busy myself with my work. i was just about to call back another company who had asked for an appointment, when I am interrupted. "You must ne Gale." A voicded says and my head snaps upwards. It's Airah Fosters. Aidan's sister. i smile. "The one and only!" I grin. "You must be Airah. Congratulations on your wedding!" I smile and stand up to work over to her. The resemblance between the Johnsons siblings is undeniable. Airah is a female version of Aidan. She is shorter though, and more petite, while Aidan is more well built and towers over me. Her blue eye
"Hello Sleepy head. I've gone out with Airah for lunch. If you need me, you know what to do - G" I write, and draw a smiley face, and out it on his laptop. I grab my bag. put my beanie on my head and head out. It's starting to snow outside. Airah smiles and leads me to her car. It's a gorgeous red Mclaren. I hop into the front passenger's seat. "What about David?" I ask. "He's got his own car." She smiles and we drive off. I don't think that it is such a good idea to drive with her in the car, because she's technically a racing driver. Which might not be such a bad thing. If she is a racing driver, that mean he reaction time must be insane. However, she drives extremely fast as she speeds through the traffic, but, she seems to be a really good driver so I don't say anything. She bursts out laughing. "What?" I ask. Airah just laughs harder, and looks in her review mirror. "You should see your face! You are nervous aren't you? Especially since I
"The thought of settling down scares me." He pauses, "I guess doing, Er... what I do, it just makes me feel that I won't ever have to settle down. I still have a chance to live out my life and not have to be tied down by someone. Doing this, it makes sure that i don't meet her, that it won't ever go further than a one day thing, that I won't find her, and that I can stay free and not have to worry about whether she will leave me alone or hurt me. I can't do that to myself. I can't put myself through losing her. I don't want to take the risk, and plus, I will never be good enough for her, whoever she would be. She deserves so much better than me." He admits. I soften. I never knew he had that side. I thought he would come up with a stupid answer like "Its fun" or "I just haven't found the right one yet." I'm beginning to like him a lot more, that is until he added, "However, I am also Aidan Johnson. Player, smoking hot billionaire. I can get any girl I set my sight on. Why shouldn't?
“The Tuba.” He answers.“Seriously? If you could play any instrument you would play the tuba?” I burst out laughing. Aidan joins me and nods.“This lasagna is seriously fantastic. I can’t remember the last time I have had home cooked lasagna.” He comments interrupting me. I look at him sadly. That’s sucks. While it might be great to have chefs at home, I don’t think I could stand not having my mom’s delicious chicken pie, or her delicious pancakes. I think there are lot benefits to growing up rich, but not having a home cooked meals is not one of them. I shake my head.“Okay. Last two questions.” He smiles, interrupting me from my thoughts.“Alright. You ask first.” I urge. Aidan shakes his head and takes another bite of the lasagna.“Nope. Ladies ask first.” He argue and I sigh.“You have to argue with everything don’t you? And that i