12. Date

Issac wore a suit as he wore perfume, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He raked his fingers through his hair, combing them back. He looked good.

Tilting his jaw, he glanced down at his shiny shoes. Donning a Rolex, he wore his belt before putting on his suit jacket. Perfect.

Grabbing his wallet and car keys, he stepped out of his room and made his way down the stairs when he heard a loud whistle, which halted him as he briefly closed his eyes to summon the patience that was often missing when Maddox was around.

"What a delight to my eyes," Maddox mused, grinning wickedly as he wiggled his brows, approaching Issac while munching on his apple.

Issac tried to leave without giving him a second thought. But Maddox quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

"Where to? Why are you dressed up, hmm?" Maddox cocked his perfect brow, taking a bite of his apple.

"None of your f*ckin business," British accent rolled off his tongue in a thick grumble as Maddox's grin widened.

"Are you going on a date? With whom? Let me guess, the rumored girlfriend?" Maddox smirked devilishly, earning a vicious glare from Issac, which had Maddox stepping back as he raised his hands in surrender. "My bad." He stepped back. Though his lips were in a thin line, his eyes were filled with a mischievous gleam.

Issac began to walk as Maddox mused behind him. "Don't forget the condoms," Maddox let out a chortle when Issac flipped him off.

Getting in his car, he put the car in drive. He glanced around his car, making sure it was clean. He was driving down the road when he noticed a small flower shop. Pulling over, he was about to buy a bouquet when the seller told him he could get a customized bouquet with his favorite flowers. So, he chose red roses with a sprinkle of gardenia flowers around them.

Issac inhaled those flowers, and his eyes closed on their own accord as he basked in the scent, letting out a satisfying sigh. Her scent was addicting.

Placing the flowers in the back seat, he roared the engine to life again.

He took the right turn as the dorm came into sight, and he frowned. Why the f*ck did he buy the flowers? Though his car smells like her all of a sudden.

Last night, he was awake like a f*cking night owl peering at her pictures for the longest time. Curiosity got the best of him, and he ended up stalking her profile. She had random posts of cats, kids, and church. Her profile had five of her pictures, and he took a screenshot of them. He didn't know why, and he had no explanation for it. One of her pictures was of what he assumed was with her family. She resembled her mother. One of her pictures was when she was a bridesmaid at her sister's wedding. He knew it thanks to the hashtags under her picture. In all of them, she looked so pretty.

Issac pulled over the car and sent her a message that he was waiting for her downstairs. The message was seen instantly.

He was prepared to wait for her for hours, but to his surprise, the very next minute, she stepped out of the building in high heels. His eyes trailed a heated gaze from her feet to her slender legs. Her white-creamy skin on full display had him swallowing thickly. His gaze flitted up to the flow of her dress covering her knees, thighs, and hips. The dress clung to her small waist, and his eyes darkened at the swell of her busts. The dress had a square-shaped neckline and elbow-length sleeves.

Elegant and modest. 

Her light brown hair was straight, cascading down her back, reaching just above her hips.

Her lips were tinted a light shade of ruby, and she had some makeup on as she approached him. His body had a mind of its own as he stepped out of his car, rounded the hood, and opened the door for his sweet fake girlfriend.

She was gently tugging the dress down as she approached him with a small smile. "Sorry, I'm late," She whispered as Issac glanced down at his watch.

Being five minutes late is no big deal if she showed up looking like that.

"It's fine." He said his voice was a bit croaky. He cleared his throat and gave her space as she perched on the passenger's seat.

Why the f*ck was it so hot in here?

The first two buttons of his shirt were already open as he opened the third one. Getting into the car, he put it in drive.

He stopped the car at a red light and stole a glance at her. She was sitting as silent as the night, her legs clasped together as he placed her purse on her thighs.

Issac recalled something as he moved back, grabbed the bouquet from the back seat, and handed it to her. "For you," he said, and her big, icy eyes that looked even bigger because of the mascara blinked at him before they sparkled, and she smiled at the flowers, inhaling them. "Thank you, they smell so nice, roses are my favorite." Her sweet voice was like a lullaby to his ears.

"You're welcome," He rasped. Feeling proud of choosing them.

Issac pulled over the car as the valet opened the door for them. He handed them the car keys and came to her side.

"Can I touch your back?" he asked, leaning down on her, his hot breath tickling the side of her temple and ear, which had her shoulders tensing as she nodded slightly.

Issac placed his big hand on the small of her back, guiding her into the lavish restaurant. The manager guided them to the rooftop. Issac had already booked a VIP spot for them.

Innessa's eyes widened in pure wonderment at the beautiful aesthetic of the rooftop. There were beautiful lights and lamps all around, with a table for two in the middle.

The manager guided them to the table as Issac tipped his head, and the manager left. She was looking around in pure awe while walking back, and slowly turned around with her eyes still fixed on neon butterflies when she bumped into a cemented wall. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her. Her hand rested on his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat. Her eyes widened at their proximity, and she quickly stepped back.

"Come, have a seat," Issac said, pulling a chair for her after straightening up as Innessa thanked him politely and perched on her seat. It was then she noticed they were alone on the rooftop and there was no other table.

Issac took off his suit jacket, folded his sleeves to his elbows, and sat in front of her when she spoke up, her eyes faintly darted to the snake tattoo on his veiny arm before meeting his eyes again. "There's no one around here? How would Henry stalk us now?" she asked, bothered.

His brows wrinkled at the mention of that f*cker. "I saw him following us. I'll let you know if I see him close," he said, and she sealed her lips, nodding her head.

The waiters brought them their drinks. He noticed that her phone was vibrating again and again, which caused him to frown.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, jutting his chin at her phone.

"Oh, it's my friend. Scarlett. She's... uh, worried because it's my first date, so she is giving me tips. Well, she didn't know it was a fake date. And she also helped me choose this dress. I would've never worn it, but she said it suits best for the date," Innessa blabbered embarrassingly.

She only told Scarlett that she was going on a blind date. And Scarlett made it her mission to make Innessa look the best. Innessa didn't want to tell her friends about this fake date or the truth behind it because she didn't want to drag them into this mess.

All the while Issac watched her like a hawk.

Her voice was sweet and gentle. He could hear her talking for hours, even if all she said was pure gibberish. He'd still like to listen.

Wait-

What the f*ck?!

"I wanted to tell you..." He trailed off. His eyes dropped to her hands as she fidgeted with her fingers, staring at him with big, innocent eyes.

"What?" she asked almost tenderly.

"That you look fascinating," he said, and he watched how her pupils dilated, those eyes broadening for a couple of seconds, and her lips parted in surprise before a blush adorned her cheeks. Peeling her eyes off him shyly she mumbled a small thank you.

He smirked. So, she wasn't accustomed to compliments and praise. The girl should buckle up because if he lingered around longer, she'd be showered with all the compliments.

"You too," she said, voice small.

"Me what? Fascinating?" He raised a devilish brow at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Issac was resting back on his seat, taking up so much space with his broad shoulders like a dark King who owned the world.

Her eyes broadened, and she abruptly shook her head. "N... Not fascinating. You look handsome," She quickly rectified her mistake, and when Issac stared at her, amused, she chewed on her bottom lip, lowering her gaze, feeling the heat rising on her nape.

"Well, thank you. I'm aware of that. Tell me something new," He mused as her brows flew up.

"I... I don't know anything about you. But your eyes," she said.

"What about them?"

"They're very pretty. In the day, they resembled the glowing pools of honey, and at night they looked like depths of darkness with the reflection of the moon in them," she said, and he was shunned to silence.

She's into me!

He thought with a wildly thumping heart. No one had ever complimented his eyes like she just did. Why the f*ck was his heart beating so fast?

"And also, umm, you are like a wall," She blurted out.

"What?" he asked as a slow scowl adorned his forehead.

"I... I bumped into you twice until now, and it felt like I hit a wall both times," he said in a serious tone as she was enlightening him with information he wasn't aware of.

He couldn't help his laugh as he chuckled, deep and throaty, which had her gawking at him. She was so naive; he couldn't help but shake his head as another bubble of chuckle left his lips.

"Impressive," he said, pressing two of his fingers on his lips in a thoughtful manner.

"Let's get to know each other. How old are you?" He asked.

"I'm 20. And you?"

"I'm 25."

"Oh," Her lips formed a small 'O'

"Is it bad?"

"No, I was just wondering why you've not graduated yet. And also, I thought you were 23 or something," she said sheepishly.

He smirked. "I've already graduated, and now I'm pursuing a PhD in business administration," he said, and her jaw slacked.

"Whoa, that's so cool." She said with a hint of surprise and excitement.

"Not as cool as your golden scholarship," He teased, and she averted her gaze, smiling.

Thank f*ck he didn't bail on her at the last second and showed up for the date because he was having a good time with her. Her innocent expressions were the chef's kisses.