"Great, I know this place just a block down the road" he says smiling at me

"Ok" I say "lead the way" I gesture to the on going traffic, still debating if this is a good idea or not

He nods and reaches for my hand but pulls back. His eyes meet mine but he shakes his head and looks away, starting to walk down the sidewalk. I follow him having a hard time keeping up with his lengthy steps.

I laugh "wait up" I say hurrying

He looks back and smirks "sorry" he slows down and I walk beside him "better?" He asks looking down at me

I nod "better" we walk side by side down the crowded sidewalk "sorry about making you loose your lunch date" I apologise looking down at my feet

He chuckles "don't be it's fine, I made better plans anyways" he smirks

"Is she your friend?" I ask being noisier than I would like to admit

"Sometimes" he says simply shrugging

I want to ask more but I choose to stay quiet, not wanting to dig into his business...because it's none of mine.

We walk a little while longer until we end up around the corner from the busy street. Over here is less crowded, everyone has enough room to walk on the street without being shoved or elbowed. It's quieter too, not many cars or buses passing on the road.

I look up at the small coffee shop, it's hardly as big as a shoe box "you've been here?" I ask surprised that such a rich busy man has been to such a quant shop

"Yeah I come here sometimes to get out...gets quiet in my apartment" he says taking a quick look over at me

I nod "sometimes I wish it was silent in my house" I whisper

He looks down at me but doesn't say anything, he reaches out for the door and opens it. A small bell sounds and peoples eyes shift to us, I walk in and Vincent follows. The warm air is nice and it smells of sweet expresso and coffee beans. I smile and scan the area everyone's still looking at us but I can't tell why. I look up to Vincent who has made his way beside me, he looks over the cafe warmly and I smile up at him, how can such a busy, high class and handsome player look so carefree...I wonder what makes him so calm when he has to live in the crazy and involved world that we do. But I can tell there something behind those warm brown eyes...something sad.

"Shall we?" He motions towards the counter and I nod

I walk up to the barista and smile at the girl, she couldn't be more than twenty, her short black hair is pulled back in a small bun "good afternoon, what can I get you?" she asks keeping her head positioned down at the computer

"Um..." I look up at the menu positioned on the wall above everyone "caramel macchiato" I tell her in a rush, she nods and types it in

I reach in my purse holding my wallet and opening it, I hear Vincent chuckle behind me and I look over at him confused "I'll have a coffee, black" he says and whips out his credit card before I can blink

She takes his card looking over his beautiful face and slowly scans it. His hand rests on the small of my back and pushes me down the line to the counter where our drinks come out

"Thanks, you didn't have to do that" I tell him putting my wallet back in my purse

"If I wasn't a gentlemen I wouldn't have" he says slowly removing his hand from my back, leaving me strangely cold

I smile and nod, so he's a gentlemen but also a player...ok then, that's not confusing, that girl that ran up to him...who was she really to him? Should I ask? Does it matter to me?...yes, should it? Probably not.

"Black coffee and caramel macchiato" a boy calls out putting down our cups on the small round part of the counter

"Black?" I ask as he picks up his cup and brings the white lid up to his perfect lips

He nods "only coffee I drink" he says with a crooked smile

I nod looking away from his captive brown eyes and grab my cup walking over to a small table with Vincent's heavy footsteps behind me. I take a seat in one of the cold metal chairs and watch as Vincent sits in front of me setting his cup down with a quiet bang.

The soft chatter of the café fills the silence we sit in. I look at my macchiato, on top of the white foam sits swirls of caramel...I'm not sure why I got this, I don't even like caramel.

"So..." I trail off

"So...how are you?" He asks lowering his eyes to meet mine

"I'm good thank you" I say simply, I'm not sure what else to say, nothing really happens in my life and I'm not prepared to get into my Husband situation "how about you?" I ask bringing the cup up to my lips and only tasting the foam and a hint of the over sweet caramel

"Pretty good....had an investor partner with one of my companies this week" he tells me

I nod "congratulations" I smile sipping the overwhelmingly sweet coffee

"Thank you" he says just looking at me

This wasn't a good idea, what did I think was going to happen? Honestly I don't even know.

"I know my Husband wants to partner with you, he's been talking about it all week ...when he wants something he usually gets it. No matter what he has to do to keep it" I say whispering the last part and meaning it in the literal sense

"Including you?" He asks

I look up at him taken back by his words, what did he mean by that? he knows something. I know it and strangely it feels good that someone knows what that evil man really is and what he does.

"So tell me about yourself" he says changing the subject so I don't have to answer...thank god "I would like to know something about the girl who-" he begins but doesn't finish his sentence

"Who what?" I ask sitting up closer to him curious on what he was about to say

He looks a little torn "the girl who...who I scare half to death whenever I see her" he says leaning back in his chair

I have a feeling he didn't mean that but there're too many things he could have possibly said to think to hard on it.

"Oh..." I trail off "well I grew up here, my Father was a big business man and had a big company...I'm an only child so I lived in a pretty simple home, my Mother was always there teaching me how to be a lady" I almost roll my eyes at the memory "Father was in business meetings, the office or out of the country most of the time keeping his company alive. When I was seventeen-" should I tell him I was forced to marry Theo? I wouldn't say forced we did...I guess love each other for a little while but it was a set up "at seventeen my Father...introduced me to Theo, Theo became his partner after that so they both benefited from the marriage-" shit I shouldn't have said that, that's giving away too much "so we got married and we've been married for five years now" I tell him not telling him about the hell I've lived in while in this "perfect" marriage, as some people think.

He doesn't say anything just stares at me, I raise an eyebrow waiting for an answer "so tell me about yourself" he finally says crossing his arms

My eyebrow raises higher if possible...uh is this guy crazy "I-?" I shake my head "I just told you?" I tell him brushing a blonde strand of hair out of my eyes

"No you told me about your past, I could google you and find that out, I want to know about you" he says, I tilt my head

About me, why would he want to know about me?

"Ok well...I'm not that spectacular, I like to read, I play the piano and violin, when I was younger I would sneak out and go to a field behind our house and play with our maids Daughter, I like dogs, my favourite color is red...?" I don't know what else to say, like I said I'm not that spectacular. I wasn't a rebel as a child, besides sneaking out after piano lessons to play but when Mother found out she stopped that real quick. I didn't have a amazing childhood where me and my Mom would bake cookies and she would read me stories, my Father never gave me good night kisses or taught me how to do things like changing a tire or how to throw a baseball. He said everything I needed to know would be taught to me in school and by my Mother who had me take lessons after school on edict and other lessons that would make me a better Wife.

Sometimes I would dream of being a normal girl without rich parents, maids or lessons. I dreamt of going to school with other normal kids. I dreamt of going home and watching TV and maybe even going to a party; not have three other lessons before I could do anything. Which usually consisted of me reading a book, but I knew that was all a dream. My Mother used to tell me to stop dreaming about things so foolish and unrealistic and start dreaming about being with a rich and handsome man who would take care of me....looks like Mother got her way

I look back up at Vincent and he has a small and stunned smile on his face "wow" he says staring at me

"What?" I ask

"Well that was a lot, I wasn't expecting you to say all of that" he explains and I look at him questionably

Oh my god "did I say all of that out loud?!" I say louder than I wanted

His grin grows and he nods, I throw my hand over my mouth "oh my god I'm so sorry, I did not mean to do that" I tell him. I couldn't help myself everything just came out.

Great now he thinks I'm some sap that hates her life...I might not like it but I don't want anyone else to know that. Good thing I didn't say anything about Theo.

He chuckles "it's ok...I'm glad you told me...you're very interesting" he says leaning his elbow on the table and resting his hand in his large palm

I shake my head "not really"

A quiet silence stretches between us and I look around the coffee shop not wanting to look at him. I feel so stupid for rambling on about my life and I know if I look at him I'll turn red.

"So what about you?" I say taking a sip of the coffee

"What about me?" he asks raising a dark eyebrow

"Well tell me about yourself" I say setting the cup down not knowing if I can take another sip of the sugar filled liquid

"Nothing to tell" he shrugs taking a sip of his bitter coffee

"What do you mean nothing to tell?!" I say

"I mean there's noting to tell" he shrugs looking around, his profile showing off his sharp as a knife jaw line and the small smirk pulled up his lips

I frown at him "there has to be something" I pout

He can't do that, he can't make me...well accidentally tell him, a lot about myself and now he's not going to say anything. A thought pops into my head, what if this is just what he does? He gets to know the women he sleeps with just to appear like he cares but doesn't give them anything on him before he uses them. I don't want to be that girl, I can't stoop as low as my Husband, but then again not very many people could. I don't know why I came here with him, what did I think I was going to get out of this...but worse what did he expect out of it?

"Well thank you for the coffee again, it was nice to see you" I say standing and beginning to push my chair in

He looks up at me and tilts his head standing as well "what no, we just got here" he says standing next to me now, the smell of his cologne masks the smell of the coffee and I crave to breath in more

"I know but I should really get home" I tell him knowing Theo's home today "thank you" I turn away from him setting my eyes on the door needing to get out of here before I start to like this guy only to get my heart broken...he's a player Adeline, you just saw him with another girl for peets sake, but still why did he tell her to leave just to come with me? he couldn't want me that bad and even if he did...I couldn't.

I feel him grab my arm and I turn back to him looking up into his light brown eyes. His sweet minty breath fans over my face with a small hint of the bitter coffee somehow it's the most addictive smell.

"Wait, just stay a little longer" he says in a low tone

I look at him debating, "sorry I really have to get home to Theo" I say pulling my arm from his warm grasp

"Come on let me take you somewhere" he suggests getting close to me again

"Why?" I ask, why is he trying so hard?

He pause probably thinking the same thing "well I think we could both use some fun" he says

I bow back, my eyes bulging from my head, he sure is straight forward

"Oh um-"

"No no no" he shakes his head furiously "that's not what I meant" he explains, I let out a sigh of relief, he furrows his eyebrows at me "don't make it sound so horrible" his tone sounds slightly angry and a little hurt

"Oh no, I'm sorry that's not what I meant at all" I say, flustered at his reaction "I'm sure it would be- I mean" I run a hand down my face "I'm going to shut up" I say pointing at him

He chuckles quietly "ok now that we got that out of the way..." He trails off "shall we?" He asks

I look up at him letting out a deep breath and nodding "ok" I give in

"Good come on" he says

He walks quickly over to the door and I grab my purse following after him, moving as quick as I can.

I spot him on the sidewalk and walk over to him "the crosswalk is that way" I point to the right where the rest of the people are crossing and walking to

"I know" he says looking right and left staring at the passing cars, taxis and buses 

He grabs my hand and I look up at him with wide eyes "what-" before I can finish he pulls me to him and I almost trip over my feet as we run across the busy road "are you insane!" I yell over the loud honks

Cars swerve past us, honking and yelling at us, I giggle being drug by him but I'm also having a mini heart attack as I see more cars flying towards us.

Just before we reach the safe haven of the sidewalk a loud honking gets closer than comfortable, I look over to see a bright yellow taxi coming towards us. I yelp out as it speeds towards our unprotected bodies. I feel Vincent push me behind him, the taxi stops with a loud screeching sound stopping just at Vincent's feet. I'm at a lose for words as I take a deep breath, I look up at Vincent and he looks pissed.

He bangs roughly on the hood of the car "watch where you're going!" He yells

The taxi driver doesn't answer he just honks his horn loudly in our faces and moves around our molded bodies almost hitting us again.

Vincent moves us over to the sidewalk, my hearts still pounding and his hands still wrapped around my waist isn't helping.

He looks down at me "I'm sorry I didn't see that jackass, he came up faster than I thought, fucking idiots they never watch where they're going" he looks angrily over at the road almost like he wants to hunt down that driver and beat his ass

I stare up at his hard face and start to laugh, hard. I don't know why but his face and angry apology was hilarious.

He looks at me with a confused raised eyebrow "why is it that whenever we almost get killed you laugh your ass off" he asks

"Why is it that you keep trying to kill us?" I say through laughs

"Touché" he chuckles, I settle down and my breathing returns to normal but the memory of last time makes me laugh quietly again

"So where to?" I ask as we reach his car

He stays silent buckling his seatbelt and placing his hands on the sleek steering wheel "well?" I ask placing my hands in my lap not allowing myself to over think this, staying out beats having to go home to a lonely home, with my Husband either fucking some chick or there ready to yell at me for no reason

"I'm thinking" he says "I don't do this very often" he explains giving me a quick glance, almost like he's nervous?

"What? go out?" I ask, is he really that busy?

"More like taking a girl out" he whispers under his breath

We stay quite as we sit in the warming car, I feel like I should say something but I don't know what to say.

"I mean you could drive me home" I tell him but he looks really focused, with the silence I start to think and when I think it's never good. Why is he taking me out, why am I going out with him? Why do I want to be near him so bad? Is it because whenever he speaks my chest feels warm or whenever he smiles I want to smile to? I don't know what it is but it's the first time in a long time that I've felt good being around someone....and I hardly know the man

I look down at my purse and remember the phone call I had before Vincent scared the shit out of me. I pull out my phone and light floods the screen, I have two missed calls from Theo and I wince. I need to call him back soon or I'll come home to hell. Maybe I should go home now, I'll just tell him my lunch ran longer than I thought.

"I-" I begin but Vincent's head snaps up with a big smile

"I've got it!" He says and quickly pulls out of the parking space

I begin to say that I should get home but the look on his face makes me stop, he looks so proud "you confuse me" I tell him

He smirks looking over at me "you confuse me too"

A/N
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