Chapter 7 Her foolishness and Her innocence

As I walked out of the restaurant's main door, my body suddenly froze under the falling snow. It will be Christmas in a week.

I feel warm when Christian puts the jacket he's wearing on my shoulders from behind me. His warmth still on the jacket really helped. I really love the sweet smell of his cologne that lingers on his jacket.

As I turned around, I couldn't blink, my heart melting like butter in the oven under his gentle smile, his soft blue eyes. Oh, gosh ... he really is so handsome that makes me forget everything.

"Don't catch a cold. I don't want you to get sick," he said in a soft, worried voice.

I fell silent, staring at him. I don't know why my heart beats happily that he's worried about me. 'Ugh! Vivian! What are you thinking?! Don't forget! He's the devil behind his handsome face and you should still be mad at him now!' my mind snapped at me.

His brows furrow in question as he watches me shake my head briskly to wake me from his enchantment. "You don't need to drive me home. I'll take a taxi," I said, showing him my sullen face.

He smiled gently but teasing and leaned closer to me. "I can't let you do that. I have to drive you home or your aunt will be mad at me," he reminds me of what aunt Clara told him before he took me with him.

A devilish smile crossed his lips, watching me become speechless. Then he took my hand and led me to his black luxury sedan, which was parked not far from where we were standing. He opened the front door of the car, made me sit in the seat, closed the door and he got into the car, sat in the driver's seat.

"Why you taking off your shirt?!" I asked in panic, nervous as I saw him take off his white shirt.

"It's wet. I'll get hypothermia if I keep wearing this," he replied casually.

I couldn't blink my eyes as I became a statue, seeing his hard chest and the muscles in his abdomen that made me pay no mind to what he was saying. Heat rises from my core as I feel a strange muscle deep in my belly clench suddenly.

"You can touch it if you want," he said in a teasing tone.

I quickly moved my gaze to his eyes. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment when I realized he was watching me admire his body. Nervously, I hid my face, looking blindly down at my skirt, and he chuckled.

He then took the white shirt that was hanging from the back of my seat and put it on while I struggled to calm my rapid heartbeat. Now I know the reason why he brought those shirts in his car.

He buttoned his shirt. I could feel him keeping his eyes on me. As I looked into his eyes, I saw something naughty and the devil in his eyes. His face took on an angelic smile, and he rolled up his sleeves while I was busy to figure out why he was staring at me that way.

He looked into my eyes. "I can't drive you home now. I still need your help. I'll take you somewhere."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked curiously.

"To a nightclub," he said, then sighed helplessly. "The owner of the place is crazy about me. She wants me to be hers. She keeps calling me and coming to my office. If she found out I had a girlfriend, she would stop doing it all. That's why I need your help."

Now it was my turn to sigh helplessly. 'Why doesn't he have an ugly face so all the girls won't go crazy over him and it will make my job easier? I think I'll be crazy in three months!' I told myself.

He chuckled, seeing my face. My face must have looked like a puppy about to cry. Then he started the car and drove the car, leaving this place.

After nearly 15 minutes of driving, we arrived at a luxurious nightclub. As we got out of the car that was parked in the parking lot, Christian led me inside and we headed straight to the VIP room. I never go to this kind of place because I don't like it. Loud music, the smell of alcohol, and crowds made my head spin.

As I sat on the long sofa, I breathed a sigh of relief that I no longer heard loud music and only soft music I heard. "Oh, finally, it's quiet here. Why they turn up the music so loud?"

I quickly turn to my left when I hear Christian chuckle. I forgot he was sitting next to me, watching me. "Don't tell me you've never been to a place like this before," he teases me.

I laughed awkwardly. "Of course not! I often go to nightclubs with my friends," I said. I must not let this devil know of my innocence.

"Oh, I see," he said. A hint of a teasing smile playing on his lips. I avoided his eyes, looking ahead, hoping he didn't know I was lying.

I looked at the door to the room when it opened and I saw a waiter walk in and stand in front of us. He bowed politely. "Can I take your order?" he asked pleasantly.

Christian turns to me. "What would you like to drink?" he asked, smiling, testing me.

'Oh, what should I do?! He'll know I'm lying if I don't know what to drink!' I said in my mind in panic. 'Quick! Vivian! Think!!!'

I suddenly had a light go on above my head as I remembered Aunt Clara once telling me the name of a drink she ordered when she went to the pub with her friends, but I wasn't sure what the name was.

I smiled at the waiter, who was waiting for my order. "Please give me a malaria," I said casually.

Christian stifles a laugh and I don't know why he does that while the waiter furrows his brows in confusion. "I'm ... sorry. Did you mean margarita?"

I laughed awkwardly with my cheeks burning in embarrassment. "Yeah, I want to order that!" I said and laughed again.

Now the waiter is also stifling a laugh, just like the devil next to me. The waiter then looked at Christian. "Sir, what would you like to drink?" he asked.

"Give me a martini," Christian replies, stifling his smile.

"Yes, sir," the waiter said, bowing politely before he left us.

As Christian looks at me with his teasing gaze, I quickly look ahead, pretending nothing happened and I hear him chuckle, which makes my cheeks burn even more.

There was a moment of silence between us. I can feel him keep staring at me. Then he leaned closer to me, put his arm around my shoulders. "What are you doing?!" I asked into his eyes with my heart racing.

He hissed with a serious look in his eyes. "Don't move. She's watching us from the CCTV in this room," he whispered. "Where's the CCTV? I didn't see it," I also said in a whisper.

"In front of us. Behind the painting on the wall," he says and I nod quietly.

He suddenly tucked his hand behind my neck. My eyes suddenly opened wide, with my heart pounding as he kissed me on the lips. He tightened his grip on me as I struggled. His eyes warned me to become a statue and do my job.

He stifling his laughter for a second, seeing my eyes bulging at his like a puffer fish and enjoying my lips again. He gave me no choice but to let him kiss me. I gripped his white shirt as I struggled with my rapid heartbeat.

Shivers and fear ran down my spine as his hand crawled up my thigh. The alarm in my body went off as he squeezed my ass. I quickly pushed his chest with my hands and slapped his cheek. His eyes flare momentarily in shock.

I laughed awkwardly. "You have a mosquito on your cheek," I said to him and to the painting as I pointed at his cheek and laughed again.

My laugh suddenly turned into a gentle, sweet smile. "I need to go to the bathroom now," I told him and left him before he could blink.

Christian can't help but laugh. Vivian made him so attracted to her. He likes her foolishness and her innocence. Vivian didn't even realize that Christian was lying to her. The owner of this place is a man and there is no CCTV in this room. He really enjoys playing with his new toy cause he is bored with his other toys.