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Cordelia's Pov


Yesterday, we held hands. I asked Tobiah or ordered him to take charge of the course of our stupid fake relation. I had no time to waste on cheesy romantic gestures to prove a lie. Him being my assistant had to obey my words. The first step that he came out with was holding hands and walking to the parking-lot. My staff hushed at every step we took. Some cheered. Some gasped. I even heard few girls crying a silent no: I did after all claim the heartthrob of the office. They all wished to have a chance with Tobiah. Seeing how deeply in love he is with Lana stopped them a little however not totally. Girls always flirted with that idiotic blond guy and he loved to tease them.

The screen of my phone lit up saying that I received a text from the devil himself and I couldn't but huff in annoyance. What now? How is he awake at seven thirty? Isn't he usually an ove-sleeper? was he faking it just to test my patience?

"Morning princess. Send me your address." He sent and I couldn't by grumble. I hate how idiotic he can be. Why would I send him my address? 

"Why?" I simply texted back and in a minute my phone beeped again

"Couples drive together. It makes a statement." He replied and I grunted sending my home address.

In fifteen minutes, a blue bmw x2 suv honked outside of my house and I huffed all my way out. I didn't want to start my day with Tobiah. I did not have the energy to fire back on his teasing. I had no will to just sit and hear  him talking nonsense. My all the gods , real or not, help me out with him.

"Princess." he saluted as I sat by him 

"Tobiah." I simply said back hoping he would stay silent.

"Not a mansion-type of girl?" He asked eyeing the small building that I left a minute ago.

"Why would I be?" I asked back 

"Billionaire." He simply explained and allowed the engine of his car to roar loud through out the empty street.

"I live alone. I don't get the stereotype of living in mansions and money. I like small spaces where I feel in absolute control over all my stuff." I argued back 

"Don't you need some kind of security though?" Tobiah shot back and his blue eyes stole a small glimpse of me.

"Jaden is all the security I need. Most people cannot put a face to my name too since I refuse most offers for TV shows and magazine articles." I explained with ease and a small smile drew on my face naturally when I remembered Jaden.

"Who is Jaden? You just said you live alone." Tobiah shot back clearly confused 

"My Bernese Mountain Dog" I informed picking my phone and pointing to the screen.

"Cute." He ended mirroring my small smile

"I know." I accorded happily to hear Tobiah's chuckle.

I got Jaden when he was a six month old pup. I won't lie and say he is a rescue dog because he isn't. My father knew how I loved Lassie the dog when I was younger so when I moved out he bought me the greatest gift of my life "Jaden". He wanted me to be safe so a big, well trained dog breed was all he looked for. Jaden met all of my dad's criteria and to up it all he is so cute and loving. I will probably be moving out of my house to a private small one with a bigger garden so he can run around and be free.

Parking his car in my usual spot, Tobiah took the keys of his car out and suddenly snatched my hand in his. I looked at him quizzically and he shook his head at me. His grip tightened a bit on my forearm when I tried to pull my hand away.

"Stay still. I will open the door for you." he ordered and light made his blue eyes bright as crystals 

"Since when, do you give orders?" I bit back in defiance

"Since I am supposed to be your boyfriend." He retorted quickly 

"Lana trained you well." I mocked to see him scowl 

 "My mother taught me well. Lana did nothing. We might not be as high-class as you are but we know manners." Tobiha fought angrily and walked out of the car leaving me alone.

Did my simple comment make him this angry? I truly did not mean to anger him.Words just rolled off my lips and I couldn't stop them. We are used to this back and forth so why did he take that comment to heart? I , myself, hate to be treated like a princess. I am capable of opening my own doors and pulling my own chairs. I am not used to being treated like so. Even Henry was told so beforehand to lower the chances of our fights.

"Tobiah...Tobiah..Tob...Come on please wait." I yelled as I ran after him.

The idiot though kept his head held high and continued to walk away. We are just steps away so he cannot fake not hearing me. I fastened my steps vowing that this run is all the workout that I am getting for the week. My breathes became heavier but finally I reached the tall idiot. My hand , as his, previously grabbed his and he came to a definite halt. His eyes lowered to gaze at me and I saw a new acquired harshness in them. For the very first time, I felt small in front of Tobiah. He stood not uttering a word and I felt my tongue tying. What did I want to tell him again? 

"Cordelia, you are holding the hand of a peasant" He mocked trying to pull away but I rapidly intertwined my fingers with his making his eyes double in size. I don't know why he acts so out of it about the mere act of holding hands. It is basically shaking hands for a long period.

"Stop it, Tobiah! I did not mean it as an insult. I am just so used to teasing you. I don't classify people at all." I defended myself and his image as well.

"I am supposed to open doors for you. I am supposed to pull chairs for you. I am supposed to play the role of a loving guy." Tobiah explained putting a little pressure on my hand

"I am capable of those and I won't drag you through such troubles." I denied shaking my head in disagreement.

"I won't be troubled. I will happily do so." Tobiah repeated again and I tensed at how sweet and assertive he was acting.

"I am not Lana." I once again denied.

"I certainly know so princess. Consider this year; a year of pampering though. I have a feeling that you always act tough and forget to be comforted and spoiled." Tboiah teased at last and playfully pinched my cheek.

"I was pampered before..." I huffed remembering a specific thing

"When?" He shot rapidly

"Long ago but that's for me to know alone. Now let's take this "Walk of fame" again. I cannot wait to hear all the sighs and heartbroken girls talk about how lucky am I." I joked 

"I can hear some guys talking about how lucky am I, too." Tobiah mumbled but I decided not argue with him. He is just being nice and offering the comment back.


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