Do You Hate That Much

Novel's POV 

“I didn't take you for a club person, Miss Novel,” he said with a smirk.

My mind was replaying my dreams, but I composed myself.

“I thought we had a get-together, but it was a prank for the nerds,” I explained, gesturing toward the club’s entrance.

He laughed. Though his laugh was swallowed by the loud music, I still heard it, and it was amazing.

“You were leaving, right?”

I nodded.

“Okay, good. Let's go together.”

After saying this, he placed his hand on the small of my back. This action sent immediate shivers down my spine. I guess he noticed it, too, since he looked at me and then smirked.

I followed him out, and when we got outside the club, I felt like the happiest person alive. I won't say I'm an introvert, but I love my peace and the man beside me too. He pulled his car key from his pocket and walked me to his car. He opened the passenger door of his Lamborghini for me, and honestly, I felt like a princess in distress who had been saved by a knight in shining armor.

“Ahem,” he said, knocking me out of my thoughts. “You think a lot, Miss Novel.” He smiled as he started the engine. “I called you after the interview. Why didn't you pick up?” he asked softly. I could swear I heard the disappointment in his voice.

“Was it you?” I covered my mouth in recognition. “It was an unknown number, so I didn't pick up.” I said with a look of apology.

He laughed again. “You amuse me, Miss Novel,” he said with a smirk plastered to his face as he drove. I swear he's exactly the kind of mess I swore I'd avoid, but after all the lies, maybe a little chaos is exactly what I need. He stopped the car, and when I looked around, I realized I was at my apartment. “How did you know I live here? I didn't tell you.” Was Mr. Greek God here a stalker?

He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, then he finally answered. “I checked your social media pages. That's how I know,” he replied with a smile. “I told you, I find you amusing, Miss Novel,” he said as he locked eyes with me. I couldn't read his expression. How could a billionaire’s son, who was also a billionaire himself, find me amusing?

Before I could say a word or react, he kissed me. It was not like I had imagined or dreamt; it was much more amazing. He kissed me softly, like he was afraid I would run away. I was so shocked I couldn't move, and I couldn't kiss back.

He pulled away a few seconds later. “Sorry,” he said, then hurried to his car and drove off, leaving me standing there in shock and happiness.

“Why did he say sorry?” I thought. Should I call to ask him? What if he says, “Sorry, I was a little drunk, that’s why” What would I do?

I could hardly sleep that night, and when I woke up, my eyes had dark circles. Just when I thought today couldn't get any worse, I received a notification from our ‘News Writing and Reporting’ class. It was a loaded class because seniors and juniors were part of it, along with some Mass Communication students. “Why me?” I have been a nerd since forever, and I am an only child. My parents are not very rich, but they are loaded, and the loneliness is the reason why I find it hard to make friends and Survive this class, since nobody really like me 

I sat at the back today because the hall was full. I couldn't stop thinking about last night. “Why did he say sorry?” I kept thinking.

I didn't even notice the guy beside me until he tapped me. “Oh, hi,” I laughed awkwardly, he was The angel of yesterday.

“Leo. Leonard White,” he said, and I smiled at him.

“Do you need anything?” I asked, and he nodded.

“What?”

He smiled mischievously. “Your name, please.”

I knew I was meant to appreciate his beauty, but I couldn't get Mr. Alexei, aka Greek God, out of my mind. “Novel Hart,” I said, then turned back to my book.

I decided to focus on all my classes today so I could forget about it, but after my last class, he called.

“Hello?” I said awkwardly.

“I'm at the parking lot,” he said, then hung up.

I hurried to the parking lot and saw him in his Greek glory. He looked like a movie star as he rested on a new car. I don't know much about cars, but this was definitely not a Lamborghini.

“Hi,” I waved.

“Hi,” he said, rubbing his hands at the back of his neck.

He opened the passenger door for me, just like he did yesterday. He turned around then entered the car. The drive to my apartment was silent, too silent. The only sound in the car was the rhythmic clicking of the turn signal, feeling ten times louder in the suffocating and awkward tension. All of a sudden, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, the engine idling. I turned to him, confused. “What…” Before I could complete my sentence, he kissed me.

This time, it was different from yesterday. The kiss was filled with want and need. He bit my lower lip, and when I gasped, he slid his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me hard, and this made me grow wet. His hands found their way to my waist has he pressed me forward and kissed me hard with frustration.

“Do you hate me that much?” he whispered against my mouth.

I shook my head.

“Then why didn't you respond to my kiss?”

I was puzzled. He pulled away from me and started the car like nothing had just happened. I fiddled with my fingers, contemplating if I should tell him I was a virgin. But what if he got angry and abandoned me, just like my parents did?