Intriguing Darkness

I went out to the bright sunlight and looked at the sky. I smiled as I waited for the taxi to arrive. He kept thinking about Jack, in his silly rule that women stayed at night and appearance. There was something in him that stirred my stomach. I couldn't stop thinking about his tone and how angry he was when he first saw me. Although I suppose I could not blame him; It would probably be in the same way if a strange man was in my apartment when he woke me up.

I entered the door of my apartment, threw my bag and gave myself a hot bath. He was exhausted and desperately needed to sleep a little. I longed for the comfort of my pajamas and my bed. I sent a text message to Penny to let him know that he was going to take a nap and call her when she woke me up. If I didn't send him a text message, he would probably call me or came, and just wanted to be alone tonight. I looked at the clock and it was 3 in the afternoon. I had a sleeping plan until 5 pm, make a quick dinner and paint a little.

I started a blow to the door. I looked at the clock and it was 5:30. It can't be, I slept more than I wanted. I got up and headed towards the door.

"Penny, I said that I would call you when ..." I opened the door and to my surprise it was not Penny, but a young man who held a little white.

"Are you Emily White?" asked. Suddenly, I got nervous; It sounded serious.

"Yes, I'm Emily White."

The envelope gave me, "this is for you."

I took the envelope of his hand. He smiled and moved away. My stomach began to make knots. I didn't know what to expect to find in the envelope, and who was sending me something anyway?

I slim my finger from the top and took out the piece of carefully folded paper that was inside, he said: "Miss White, I will properly thank her services last night, I will be waiting for her in Restaurant Le Sur. My driver will pick it up promptly at 7: 00 P. M. Jack Frost. "

First, how did my address knew and secondly, why is the hell so bossy? I should have had that feeling of vine, but for some reason I did not have it. I quickly erased it from my mind when I saw that I wanted to have dinner in the South.

Since Matt and I moved here, we have never been able to enter that restaurant. People reserve months in advance. I called Penny immediately.

"Hey girl, what happens?"

"Do you remember the boy I helped home last night?"

"Yeah…."

“He wants to thank me for helping him, for what he will send his driver to pick me up to meet him in Le Sur at 7:00.

"That?" She shouted on the phone. "Emily, who is this guy?"

"His name is Jack Frost."

I heard it gasp: “Are you joking, Emily? Do you know who Jack Frost is? I frowned and crowd my face.

"Should not?"

“Do you live in a bubble or something? Jack Frost is the executive director of Hélix companies. He is a 30-year-old mega-millionaire who took care of his father's company when he was 28. My God, Emily, is attractive, is rich, and wants to invite you to dinner? He could hear the emotion in his voice.

“Penny, first of all, I'm not interested in any boy right now. I am in the free zone of men, especially after what Matt did to me. This man, Jack Frost, is rude, bossy and does not have an apex of respect for women. ” He didn't want to tell him what he told me about his earlier rules that day.

“That is because it can be, Emily; He is rich and sexy. ”

I turned my eyes to that last comment and said goodbye. I didn't feel like going out tonight and wanted to paint a little, but it was South and I was dying to go there, so I made an exception.

I searched in my closet trying to find something to put on. I took a black dress that I wore at a friend's wedding a couple of years ago. It was simple with fine straps and v neck. I put on some light makeup and put my hair half collected, letting the loose curls of the back fall in cascade around my shoulders. I put on a little shine on my lips and looked at the clock, it was 6:58. I looked in the mirror for the last time and went out the door.

Sitting on the sidewalk there was a black limousine with a man supported against her. "Miss White, I guess?"

"Yes, I'm Emily White," I smiled when he opened the door and helped me enter. I got comfortable within limousine. I felt like a princess on the way to dance. I looked forward where the driver was sitting.

"Excuse me, but what is you called?"

He looked at me in the rearview mirror, "Denson, Madam."

“Enchanted to meet you denson; Is Mr. Frost always so bossy? I asked politely.

He smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Frost is used to getting what he wants." I put my eyes blank and looked out the window, of course he does.

I entered the restaurant and approached the desk where a tall and red -haired woman asked me if I could help me.

"Good night, I have a meeting with Mr. Frost," I replied. Instantly, his eyes looked like daggers when he said: "I understand, follow me." The red -eyed redhead led me to the back of the restaurant to the table where Jack was sitting. He saw us come and stood up. He approached and took out my chair. Ok, until now it has manners.

"Good night, Miss White, I'm glad I decided to accompany me."

I wanted to tell him that he was only here to experience the restaurant and that if he had chosen another place, he would not have attended. I sat in my chair while he walked towards his.

He wore an extremely expensive dark gray suit. Her skin kissed by the sun shone more than she remembered this morning and her hair was perfectly combed in the disheveled form that was fashionable and turned on any woman, including me.

"Good night Mr. Frost, thanks for inviting me, but it was not really necessary and please call me Emily."

He stared at me, "Can your name be Emily, right?"

I took a sip of water, "Yes, my friends call me Emily."

He took his menu and opened it, and I was surprised by the following words that came out of his mouth.

"But we are not friends, Miss White."

Ok, I retire the whole issue of man's manners, it is frankly a rude guy.

I opened my menu. "Very well, then, Mr. Frost, why don't we limit ourselves a bit? I think Miss White sounds much better, and also, do we come to dinner? I saw him smile from behind the menu.

"If it is true, you are right. You can ask for whatever you want, you think you have not eaten in weeks." I looked severely.

"As very well every day, Mr. Frost, that's something that is not of his incumbency." Suddenly he seemed intrigued while leaving his menu.

"It's just that you're very thin."

What is the problem of this man? First, he says we are not friends; Then he calls me anorexic.

“This is how I was born; I've always been thin. ”

He pressed his lips when the waiter approached the table with a bottle of Grigio Pinot. He poured the wine in each glass and proceeded to take our order. I looked at Jack as he sat there looking at me; I was getting intensely uncomfortable, but exciting me at the same time. My heart began to beat quickly and a family pain rose from below. Only two can play this game.

"So what is your story, Mr. Frost?" He took his glass of wine to his lips and took a sip, without taking my eyes off me.

"My story?" He simply asked.

A little smile escaped my lips, I replicate: "Yes, your story."

“What can I say, nothing interesting. I am a 30 -year -old executive director, I have more money than I will need my whole life; I am not very good with relationships; Usually, I get everything I want and do everything I want. ” I sat there looking at him as long as he boasted.

"Now that we clarify it, what is your story, Miss White?"

“I don't have a story Mr. Frost; I am 23 years old; I moved here with my boyfriend just over a year ago; Part -time work in a small record company; I paint paintings and I am voluntary in the benefit dining room. ”

He sat down and reflected on whether or not I wanted to ask me the next question. "What does your boyfriend think about me?"

“No, we are no longer together. He moved almost 3 weeks ago, ”I looked at the table.

I could feel a little sympathy in his voice, "Oh, can I ask how long they were together?" I found particularly strange that I was trying to be so personal.

“We were together 4 years; We met at the university and moved here from Michigan. ”

He raised his eyebrows, "4 years is a serious period of time." I decided to expose everything to him since it seemed so interested; It didn't matter anyway, I would probably never see him after tonight.

"Yes, he arrived at home a day and said he needed space, packed his suitcases and left." He knew the real reason he left, but he was not going to tell Jack.

I think he had an internal fight with his following words, and that took me by surprise.

"I'm sorry I did that."

I stirred my hand in front of my face. "It doesn't matter, there are things that do not last forever."

He was surprised by my choice of words, but it was the truth and I was not afraid to say it.