(Drake's POV)
Is it a crime to be good looking?
Sorry sweetheart, but you're no way near my taste in women.
Despite the rejection going on in my head, I was still being a gentleman and flowing along, as if I'm not getting the hint.
I was sitting in the shotgun seat inside the car of my childhood friend, named Sarah.
I've always known she was fond of me, since we are kids, but y'all, Arabian girls could be hard to play with, unless she's ready to be super secretive with it, but she couldn't even hide her feelings since she was young and manage to get her father weary of our playing together.
Her father was very strict and due to that she managed to escape the naughty play we did when we are kids, where we pretend to be mommy and daddy, using a teddy bear as our child and stylishly trying naughty stuff.
I always loved that play y'all, but well, at least she was never a victim, because the old Nanny her father informed to keep eyes on his kids did an excellent job.
The man deemed us too carefree in our lifestyle that he didn't even hire maids in the country, claiming he prefers bringing his workers from another country, which will give him good control over them, since they have no relatives around.
And the choice was excellent.
The woman is always there, since she wouldn't want to get in trouble in a foreign country without anyone to run to, and I'm actually thankful for that today, even though it was annoying back then.
Perhaps, I would have felt guilty now, but no! I never touched her.
She made another un-funny remark and burst into laughter at her own dry joke.
Hehe.
I made a forced chuckle to not embarrass her, but she knew me too well.
"You don't find that funny." She said.
I hurriedly nodded my head, wishing she would just drive and stop being distracted.
I don't want to get into a car accident. My future ahead is very bright and everyone could tell
I've just begun living my life.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed dramatically.
"Sorry Sarah. I just suck at lying you know." I replied and she smiled softly.
My eyes couldn't help but stroll to her cleavage for the 10th time today.
She's not my type, but the naughty boy in me was wondering how her breast got this big.
She used to have a flat chest, but now it is so full and obviously enticing to other men except me.
I deal with big shots and my taste is very high and unique.
I'm confident enough to say, I will throw a towel at her if she stood naked in front of me, but let's hope that doesn't happen.
Scary!
The thought of it gives me goosebumps. The bad types.
"How's life as a CEO?" She asked.
"Fun so far. You know, getting all the attention has always been an interest of mine and the position was doing an amazing job bringing me just that.
And hum… super tiring at times oof!" I replied honestly and she hit my thigh playfully.
Careful, woman. I scolded her in my head, but didn't want to hurt her feelings, because I'm sure she just hasn't realized we are no longer kids for her to casually do that.
Seems like her father's strictness didn't do any justice to her personality.
"You're brutally honest, and that's sexy." She said flirtatiously.
"Don't flirt. Things will get awkward." I warned.
She went silent for a few seconds before speaking up again. "Are you seeing someone, Drake?" She asked in a serious tone.
"The woman that would make me commit hasn't been born in this world yet." I replied.
"Drake, I'm not the same woman as before." She said.
Funny.
"Is there something wrong with you, before?" I asked with raised brows.
"Don't be too harsh." She whined.
"Don't be smitten by a man you cannot have. You will just end up hurt." I advised.
The atmosphere changed and I was getting irritated now.
"Sarah, if this visit is going to be awkward, stop the car and let me leave. I still have piles of documents to work on." I said.
"Ha! You're overthinking. Why would it be awkward when it's hard to get you to come visit me since you returned." She quickly elevated the atmosphere, but it's obvious my words earlier had broken her heart, but better not make her feel like she would have a chance if she tried harder.
I was harsh to save her from drowning.
"Good. We are friends and I would like for it to remain the same." I said in a finalized tone.
"This is our first meeting after you returned, so don't be so sure about that. Who knows tomorrow."
Sigh!
Seems like she's not going to give up.
Okay! Suit yourself.
After a few minutes of silence, she asked how life abroad was and I wasn't petty to ignore her because she has feelings for me.
I'm too good looking and obviously, only a few women could resist me.
And those are women I didn't try to seduce. I can have it all, if I try.
I replied that it hasn't been easy, but it brought me to where I am today.
I asked how her family was doing and asked if her father was still as strict as before.
She replied that he was still protective of them, but didn't restrict their movement like he usually did.
"So, you guys still live in that old Villa?" I asked to keep the conversation going.
"Hum, yeah. But it was renovated and looked more modern." She replied.
We engaged in small talks that she seemed to be super happy about.
Well, we are friends and talking like this is normal.
Only God knows the meaning she's giving to this in her head.
Oof!
...
We arrived at their house and I clicked my tongue exaggeratedly.
"Modern indeed." I said.
"Drake." She elbowed me softly and pouted.
"What now?" I asked innocently.
"Let's just go in. My brother is at home and I'm sure he would be surprised to see you." She said excitedly and my eyes couldn't help but noticed the ass she was intentionally swaying at me.
Okay! If this was the change she meant earlier, then not bad.
Truly not bad, but still not up to my taste.
It was tight and round, complimenting her curves.
Try harder, dear.
I ignored it like it didn't exist and as soon as we stepped into the receiving room, she screamed the name 'Morgana'.
"Your brother changed his name?" I teased.
She laughed like an excited child.
"That's my maid. Sit down and let me go get my brother." She said and immediately I took my seat, she walked away quickly.
"Tell Morgana to prepare tea for me and my guest." I heard her say to someone before her footsteps became distant.
I glanced around the room and childhood memories rushed in.
We were really good friends then.
It was more fun, because her parents would sit us down and tell us stories.
I even knew about how her father being Arabian, met her mother and fell in love.
It was a very interesting tale, especially the challenges and how they overcame it.
Anyway, their method of living is quite odd to me, just like our other colleagues finds it, but I wouldn't deny that it was a decent and loving one.
They are a very cool family without any drama. The love was unconditional and I noticed they never remained angry at each other for too long, because they fight it out immediately when something annoys them.
Very simple lifestyle.
No holding grudges at all. I must say that's why Sarah finds it hard to hide her feelings.
She's easy to read like an open book.
I was still reminiscing the past when a heavenly beauty appeared with a tray in her hands.
Hum, before I described what I'm seeing, let me first take back what I said earlier.
The woman that would make me commit, existed.
In fact, let's just say I'm in love at first sight.