Charity stared out the outfit placed on her bed with reluctance. Absalom was definitely both persuasive and determined, she prayed for hours... okay it was one hour but she did pray but he hadn't called to cancel the date and as much as she wanted to put her foot down and just refuse, he did give her three thousand dollars so that on it's own hung like a shackle around her neck. judging by the short skirt and leather jacket that he had sent over, yes he sent the outfit too. Very detailed wasn't he? The date wasn't anything fancy and she felt lighter by the thought that she wouldn't need to behave a certain way that she shouldn't.
F- it, she was going, she was already clean and bathed why not? It took some time for her to get dressed, after she was done she walked down and found him leaning against a Lamborgini.
"Since when did you get here?" She asked and he stood immediately, only just noticing she had come out since he stood backing her.
His eyes scanned her body and he smiled, looking her in the eyes. "About a two hours ago?"
Her eyes widened, "two hours ago? Why didn't you call me?"
"I didn't want to pressure you, besides it was worth the wait."
She placed her hands on her waist and tilted her head, "so why did you tell me now? You could have just lied and said you just got here."
He shook his head, "no, you need to know all the sacrifices i am making for you, after all I just have ten dates to win you over. I do not have the pleasure of being selfless right now" he said walking over to her door, he pulled it open and gestured for her to go in and she eyes him as she walked past in her heeled sandals. even with the heels there was mistaking the height difference, he really knew how to make her feeling like a child when he was around.
After she was comfortably seated he walked around got into the car and drove off, "where are we going?"
"It's a surprise, but it going to be a long drive there, is that okay?"
She shrugged, "as long as there is no funny business."
Absalom glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, "you're funny."
"So what exactly is it that you do? You're so very rich and you don't seem that old" she asked.
"That old?"
She pouted, "well it is not as if you are young. What are you? Thirty-two? Thirty-three?" She asked and he looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Are you not going to tell me?"
"Thirty-five" he stated and she gasped.
"Oh my gosh, you are almost ten years older than I am" she chuckled to herself.
"That's not true, you are about to turn twenty-eight aren't you? I already had my birthday this year."
"Does not change the fact that we do not belong to the same generation" she teased and Absalom smiled.
"Well that better than being twenty eight with no job, a dilapidation house and a mountain of debt. You do realize your right on the edge of thirty right?" He teased back, looking at her wide jaw.
"Oh that is just low!" She laughed, "you're right me life is a fucking mess." Moving the windows down she stuck her head out of the car.
"My life is such a fucking mess!" She screamed as the wind whipped her hair all around.
"What the hell are you doing?" Absalom laughed pulling her back into the car, she laughed as she landed on her seat.
"Does it bother you? What you are going through?" He asked after a silent moment.
"Ofcourse, I am not as carefree as I appear, I may act like I don't care about a lot of stuff but I do. I'm just good at holding it all in," She muttered, pursing her lips.
"Why do you do that?"
"Why do I bottle my feelings? Because if I didn't I would be a bitch, or I would have killed myself a long time ago" she sighed.
"It can't be that bad."
"Really? I am twenty seven and I have never had a job longer than three months, my younger sister just got a job in one of the biggest- it is a big cooperation. She went to college and has her masters and she is just twenty five. I on the other hand decided being a bartender was what suited me when my parents are preachers so imagine the backlash from that?" She sighed, deep and long.
"But do I do? I cannot make other people miserable because I am sad and going through a tough time, just because I have a horrible life doesn't give me the leeway to be a horrible person."
"You really feel that way don't you?"
"Actually, I try to brighten people's lives at least the should be happy when I am not. If I can't be happy someone else should."