Chapter 9: Mr. Perfect


    It was past one in the morning. Eli and I had still not slept, nor was he nning to leave. We were both


    food and I was sure I’d explode since I ate so much. He was still wearing his clothes from earlier: gray


    sweatpants and a ck shirt.


    He looks like he belongs to the streets, I thought,ughing a bit. He’s for the streets.


    “Why are youughing?” Eli asked, turning to me.


    I giggled. “What you’re wearing -” I tried exining “- it looks like you’re meant for the streets.” He


    earth.


    We sat in silence for a few seconds before he spoke up. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but I feel like I


    have to ask. Who’s Liam to you?”


    I sighed. I knew we were going to talk about this, so I didn’t really mind much.


    “Liam’s my best friend and ex-boyfriend. We dated for a year before we realized that we were better off


    as friends. He was there for me when I was at my lowest points. He’s family, Eli. And nothing will


    happen between me and him. Alright?” I asked slowly.


    He nodded. “I understand. I didn’t want toe off as mean or anything - I just really like you a lot. I’m


    not a controlling person, you can hang out with whoever you want whenever you want, I just want to


    make sure you’re loyal, you know?”


    This is what I mean when I say he’s perfect. But why is it getting on my nerves so much? I’m supposed


    to be happy yet…I’m not? I have to ask -


    “Why do you act perfect? You have nothing bad about you. Why is that?” I asked before thinking.


    He looked stunned and opened his mouth and closed it like a fish. It was a bit funny. I had to remind


    myself it’s a serious conversation.


    “I’m not perfect. I’m far from it, actually. I have a lot of ws. I just learn to hide them. I own a business,


    as you know, so ites with certain consequences, if you will. I’m sorry if you see me as Mr. Perfect.”


    “Oh,” I said dumbfoundedly. “It keeps passing my mind that you are a CEO. A sessful one, too.


    Sorry for the way it came out. I don’t see you as just Mr. Perfect. I see a lot of things,” I told him,


    smirking at thest part.


    He smirked back. “What do you see?” He moved closer, making my heart flutter.


    “You’re handsome, smart, funny…did I say handsome? Like, you’re really hot.”


    Heughed, and God did I love hisugh. It was deep and just so smooth and hot. Then, he cupped my


    cheeks in both of his hands. His breath was fanning my face. Butterflies erupted from my stomach to


    my chest. My heart skipped a beat.


    I stared at his deep brown eyes and I began gently ying with his hair. I subconsciously bit my lip.


    “You’re sexy when you do that,” he said. Before I could respond, he connected our lips together. I


    quickly parted my lips, giving him some ess. My whole body was tingling with pleasure and warmth.


    Before things could get too far, I pulled away. We both looked at each other, a little dazed from the kiss.


    “Wow,” he breathed. “That was amazing.”


    I blushed. “Yeah. It was.”


    I didn’t think he’d be such an amazing kisser. I almost felt bad because of Jasmine. I turned to look at


    the clock and saw that it was already 2 in the morning and I still wasn’t tired. But wait…Jasmine. Who


    was taking care of her right now? Eli had been with me the whole day.


    “Hey, Eli?”


    “Hm?”


    “Where’s Jasmine? Who’s taking care of her?”


    “She’s doing wellst I checked. And she’s with her mom. I’m gonna get her tomorrow. I also wanted to


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    thank you for the impact you had on her.”


    I smiled proudly. “Yeah. She’s a really sweet girl. I can’t wait to see her grow up. She’s gonna be the


    most independent, most powerful woman ever. I just know it. I can already envision it,” I softly said


    while looking at the ceiling.


    “I like when you talk about her like that,” he confessed. “She’s growing way too fast for me. I just want


    to hold her and protect her from all evil.”


    My heart fluttered a little.


    “You’re an amazing father. Just don’t hold her too tight. She needs to explore the world, too.”


    “I’m scared.”


    “Don’t be.”


    After that we didn’t say a word to each other. He justid his head on myp and I ended up ying


    with his hair.


    I looked at his peaceful figure, knowing this is going to hurt…


    But it’s gonna hurt more if I don’t try, right?