"WHY DID YOU ASK FOR THE SCRIPTURE? Why do you have a place in London, if you don't come here? And when you do, you stay at your family's villa. Why six Doves? And do you really plan on giving me one?"
Oh? "That's 8 questions."
"You told me to ask."
I rolled my eyes, "Debora is my personal assistant. Her and Leo work for me since ever, and they came with me from the MIT. White Peacock is sponsored by me, so I know her because of that, since I personally taught her some stuff, and she also works with me. I have more than one place in London and in the UK because real state is where the real money is. There, I answered 4!"
He frowned not satisfied, and I held the urge to lean closer and kiss his beautiful pouty lips. "No. Come on. Tell me the rest too."
"Choose two of the four then. 6 is the max."
Licking his lips, he caught my eyes there again and I cursed myself in my mind. "Who do you think of when you look at my lips, Princess?"
I blinked, "What?"
"You said more than once that you think of someone when you look at my lips. I want to know who is it. Because you can't help but to constantly stare at them." Ugh.
"My ice-skating partner," I said after a bit. "Your lips are surprisingly similar to his. It caught me off guard when I first saw you, and I still feel the same way. His lips were unique."
"Rhys Choi, you said that was his name, right?"
Avoiding his eyes, suddenly too vulnerable, I gulped, "Yes. But I don't want to talk about him with you."
"Because I remind him of you?"
"No. Because you keep tainting the memories I have of him." I passed my hands though my hair. "You are no short of infuriating, Jung-won. I keep seeing him around you and it drives me insane, because I know I'm crazy. You have nothing alike him besides the lips, surname, and race. He was nowhere tall like you, and there's no way he would grew so fucking much from his 17 years old. I… ugh. I don't want to talk about him."
"Were you being honest when you told De Villiers that he wasn't your type but I was?" Ugh, I knew he would bring that up later. Asshole. "Even though you said I wasn't your type in the dinner."
I felt my face burn. "I said that because I was angry at you. I was being honest with De Villiers. And it seems like I have a type for…"
"For guys who resemble your ice-skating partner."
He's right, but I said nothing.
"Freya, do you love him?" As he wasn't calling me by my name, it caught me off guard. Especially the intensity in his voice.
"What?" I turned to him stunned.
"Do you love Rhys Choi? Did you loved him? Do you still do?" Why is he making difficult questions?
"It doesn't matter! Do you love Fire?"
"I do. I always did, and I might always love her. She has been in my heart since ever. Tattooed in every part of me, even if she too didn't like me back then." Choi Jung-won took a deep breath, "And yes. Yes, it does matter. So, do you love him? Do you still love the boy you ice-skated with back in your highschool time?" He loves Zaya that much?
Hah. What is this sour feeling? Am I envious? Why should I be envious? I don't give a damn about him. He can love whoever he wants and I won't give a shit. "I do not know," I said through greeted teeth.
"You are lying."
"So what if I am? I've told thousands of times that I don't want to talk to you about this, but you ain't listening to me. This is a private matter I don't talk with almost anyone about. You're making me feel cornered."
"Do you love him, Freya?" Why is he like this?
"I don't want you!" I yelled annoyed. "Is that enough for you? I don't want to love him. It's fucking helpless. It's helpless and one-sided. It always way. There's no ending on this story, so why are you insisting on this? I'm fucking unable to have him even if I wanted. He hated me, he always did, okay?" Feeling suffocated, I took my phone, opened the car door and got out of there. "I need air."
Looking around, I found a pub called Masons Arms, and I got inside, needing some food in my body, since I had no lunch yet, and I used all my energies with Jung-won. Surprisingly enough, Яд by Erika Lundmoen, one of my favorite Russian songs was playing. Probably because it exploded on TikTok a while ago.
I sat on a empty two seats table at the corner of the pub, and in no time, Choi Jung-won came inside, making lots of people turns their heads to him, since he is handsome as fuck. And when he found me, he sat down in front of me. "What are you doing?"
"Looking at the menu, what else?" I scoffed. "I need food. It's lunch time. And it's your fault that I used all of my energies. So, you will be paying!" But he was giving me that look… that sad look. "I don't want your pity, Choi. That's the last thing I need from anyone. So, stop giving me that look."
"What look?" He arched his eyebrows.
"That shows that you are sad for me, asshole. I hate it. I'm pitiful by myself. That's why I work. If I overwork I won't have time to waste on these trivial things. It was a childish love, okay? He's probably well in his Korean life, with a Korean girlfriend that fits all of their standards. I've accepted that already, so stop pitting me. If you feel bad, don't give me that look, pay for my food!"
"Where are you staying here? One of your places?"
There he goes with the questions again. To ignore him, I began to sing Heartless by Kanye West as it began to play on the pub. Dancing while sitting down, not giving a shit if he gets embarrassed. But when Fell Like Shit by Tate McRae played after it, I didn't sing it because it's a song that makes me emotional, because it reminds me of Rhys. Thankfully, the waiter came right on that cue. "Good Day, mates. How can I help you?"
I turned to him with a kind smile, "I'll want a plate of nachos, mac and cheese, a beef wrap, and a sprite. Oh, and what's the pie of the day?"
"It's a pie of pork belly with cheese, Miss."
Sounds delicious, "I'll want that. Put an extra spicy sauce on my food, please." Then I turned to Choi Jung-won. "What's your order?"
"I want the same as her."
"Lots of spicy sauce too?" The waiter asked with his iPad on, when he nodded, the guy wrote it all down. "Can I bring the big Sprite, then?"
"Yes," we said together.
"Then we'll be right back. You make a beautiful couple," then he vanished.
I scoffed, "Beautiful couple my ass. More like a cocktail Molotov explosive combination. Why did you ask the same as me?"
"Because I eat that too. I've been here before, and I asked the same," he rolled his shoulders. "I's one of the best pubs in Mayfair." If he says so.
When Puma by Tomorrow X Together began to play, I felt a lot more relaxed, since it's my favorite k-pop group. "Where do you live in London?"
"Kensington," oh? "But my family all lives in Mayfair, and I was raised here." He leaned closer, to my surprise, very open to talk. "So, tell me about your golden rule. You broke it for me, didn't you?"
"Don't act so condescendingly. I told you that we shouldn't do this and you kept provoking me."
"Hah," he grinned and leaned back on the seat with his legs open in a manly act that made me clench my thighs together. "What is the rule. Tell me about it."
"It's simple. I never sleep with anyone for more than two times. Never. I always cut them down. It's always purely carnal and I don't give them a chance to stay longer. Mostly because I only do it for the carnal moment, and because I never felt anything particular for any of them. No butterflies, no heart-fluttering. Nothing," I drank the glass of water they had bought us.
He grinned, "But I'm different. I made you cum multiple times already. Which none of them could," he whispered loud enough for only me to hear, but I still kicked his leg from down the table. "What?" Choi giggled. "I'm stating facts."