Some Enchanted Evening 3

His grey eyes looked at me intently. The expression on his face could tell me that he was shocked for possibly 2 reasons:

1. That he just came inside an office and apparently interrupted a very important conversation between his boss and an unknown girl.
2. And perhaps he was also surprised with the words that I had just mentioned namely, "I want him!"

So yes, all he could do was to look at me and my father without speaking. My dad was the first one to recover from the shock.

"Jade, do you even know this man?" My father asked.

I tried to act in a manner that would prove to him how sane I was in this decision. After all, dear reader, I was making this decision which was worth my life.

"I don’t know his name yet. But I have met him before. And I know that in exchange for running your company, I want him… for 3 months"I explained.

"So you do know that this decision is final?" My father asked, disbelieving.

"Yes, then I’ll do whatever you want starting on my 23rd birthday." I answered.

"Well then, this is great! I definitely agree to this proposition." My father said with a smile.

"Uh, excuse me sir. I don’t think I understand what you are talking about." The man of my dreams interrupted us.

"Oh, sorry about that. Uh, Benedict Larson, this is my younger daughter Jade. You know that contract on your company you’ve wanted me to sign all this time?" My father asked him.

"Yes sir. In fact I’m here to talk to you about it." He said in a confused tone.

"Well, if you do anything that my daughter tells you to do for the next 3 months; I’ll gladly sign those papers for you, without any difficulty." I have to say that my father has always been the best at getting what he wanted.

Benedict (I finally know his name), looked at both of us, still in disbelief at what we were saying. Slowly of course, he understood the consequences of what we were proposing to him. It was the answer to every problem that their company was having. This would be the easiest thing he could do for all the people who depended on him.

So all he could do was say, "Alright, I agree to all your terms. I’ll do whatever your daughter wants for 3 months, in exchange for my company’s future."

After the conversation with my dad, Benedict and I walked towards his car. We didn’t know what words to say to each other. There were too many questions left unanswered.

So we drove around the city in his car, with no direction. We just sat in silence together until we reached a clearing next to the park. It was then that he broke the silence.

"Why are you even doing this?" He asked me.

"Just because I need to…" I answered. I couldn’t tell him the truth just yet.

"Do you get everything you want using blackmail and sly tactics?" He asked in annoyed tone.

"Ouch! That’s hurtful. Okay, let’s get one thing straight. You agreed to these terms. You said that you would agree to anything that I want you to do." I said.

"Well, what is it then? What are your terms?" He asked, still annoyed.

"First, from now on, I am your girlfriend and you are my boyfriend." I said. His brows shot up.

"Don’t look at me like that. These are my terms…" I said, already perplexed.

"Second, I know that you’re a very busy person, but I want you take me on a date once a week. I don’t want silly dates. I want you to surprise me, so be creative."

"Give me your phone." I said, while grabbing his cell phone from his back pocket. "This is my number…" I said while saving my number in his phonebook.

I showed it to him. "Third, I want you to call me every night. I want you to tell me about your day. And I want you to ask me how I’m doing. I’ll be waiting for your call, so don’t make me wait too long."

"Fourth, on our month-long anniversaries, I want you to give me a gift, something to symbolize where we are in our relationship."

"And fifth, you have to promise to always be there for me, no matter what happens. "

"These are my terms. You can tell me anything you want to change now." I said. I was kind of embarrassed. I thought I wouldn’t be. It would have been easier if he tried to interrupt me, or tell me I was crazy for telling him these things. I thought it would be easy to just tell him what I want. I guess it was all easier on my mind. I waited for him to say anything.

"Alright, I’ll pick you up at 7pm tomorrow." And I couldn’t help but look at his face, still surprised with his answer.
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