CEO or MAFIA ?

CHAPTER 12

Dylan Scott.

It was Dylan Scott.

I opened my mouth to ask him something but he suddenly placed his index finger on his lips, gesturing me to stay quiet and I did.

I slowly tilted my head to a side and with the corner of my eyes I saw those three well built men turning around and walking on the opposite direction of the road.

Again I sighed.

I glanced up at Dylan, whose one arm was still around my shoulders, his grey beautiful eyes calm and staring at the narrow road ahead of us. His jet black hair, slightly messy making him look more hotter. His prominent jaw covered with a slight stubble and his face was all calm and beautiful.

Your staring at him for too long..

I tore my gaze away from him as I felt my heart skipping a beat. He removed his hand off of me as we reached a black sleek expensive looking car. He opened the passenger door for me to get in.

Oh! What a gentleman..

I gave him a subtle smile before getting inside the car. He got seated in the driver seat as he revved the engine before driving.

"Um... Mr Scott how-"

"You can call me Dylan." His eyes were on the windscreen, staring at the road.

So, first name basis is okay with him..

"Okay, Dylan..." I really liked the way his name rolled out of my tongue.  ".. how did you find me?"

He smiled "Daria informed King that you were missing and king immediately sent me to find you. I asked the guards about you and they said that you had the card, which was surprising..." I fixed my eyes on my lap as I was embarrassed for literally using that card without Daria's permission.
"...the security guards told me about the path you walked in and I drove straight and finally found you."

"Oh!!"

"Why did you do it? Why did you sneak out without King's permission?" He glanced at me for a second before fixing his eyes back to the windscreen.

I sighed "I was bored in that house, I wanted to see how Hawaii was because it's my first time here. I barely talk to my friends because I'm like an open book, I will probably reveal this little secret if I talk to them for more than fifteen minutes and even they don't call me, wondering that I'm bawling my eyes out infront of my father's grave which is a false rumour by the way. I was just bored, so I thought of having a little fun." I elucidated.

He smiled. "However your out of that house, so let me take you to the famous lemonade stall of Honolulu."

"Really?" I asked with widened eyes.

He nodded. "For today, only lemonade is possible because I have  some works to finish but next time whenever I'm free I'll take you around the city of Honolulu." He glanced at me as my face beamed in delight with a grin.

His car came to halt infront of the open wooden gates. We got out of the car as my feet came in contact with the sand. We set our foot inside the gate as ahead of us was a beautiful sea, the sun scorching, streaks of its light falling on the roaring water as the water rippled on the seashore with a rumbling surf.

The wind blew across our hair making it messy as we marched inside. I glanced up at him as we were walking side by side, his jet black hair gleamed under the sun as his beautiful angelic face glowed making me feel giddy.

We approached a small stall built by woods with fresh lemonade board on top of the stall.

We took our seats across each other as Dylan ordered two fresh lemonades.

"Why did those goons type of guys stopped following me when you came?" I asked.

Maybe they know he's mafia king's secretary..

He flashed me an attractive smile. "Here in this place, men don't chase the girls who are in relationships, they go after single girls. When they saw me beside you they might have thought that we both have a thing." 

I couldn't help but blush.

In a jiffy, I covered my face with my hair as suddenly his phone rang.

"Uh.. can you give me a minute? King is calling." He asked.

"Yeah..yeah. Sure." My face was partially covered. He stood up and walked a little away from me.

Thank God! That freaky king called him on the right time because I was blushing profusely at what he said.

'They might have thought that we both have a thing.'

Oh god!

It would be an honor for me to have a thing with that handsome gentleman.

Oh Dylan..

Get yourself together girl, your blushing like a creep.

Yeah right.

Breathe in, breathe out.

You got this.

Don't act like a creepy ass.

I brushed my hair back from my face and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

Okay I'm fine.

Dylan appeared and took his seat across me as the waiter placed two glasses of lemonade.

I took my glass and sipped it.

The saccharine beverage was really tasty, slowly I finished my drink.

"What did Mr Kingston say?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing, he was just asking about you." He shrugged.

"Oh." I smiled.

That freak cannot leave me alone for once..

Shortly we egressed the beach as Dylan drove towards the House. We reached the king's haunting lair.

My lips twitched in distaste.

Again, I have to endure a long boring speech from king in his british accent to the matter of me sneaking out of the house.

Again he's gonna embarass me infront of Daria..

Again..

"See you soon, Miss Nolan." Dylan sweet voice pulled me out of my daze as he smiled.

I smiled back.

"You can call me Naomi."

"Okay Naomi."

Aww, I really liked the way he called my name, so sweetly, so tenderly.

Gosh!! I'm getting goosebumps.

"Bye Dylan." I waved my hand.

"Bye"

I got out of the car and walked through the bridge and approached the large double mahogany doors before taking a deep sharp breath.

Get ready, Naomi. It's time to face the Satan.

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