Chapter 4

"I didn't know you speak Spanish," She lowers her head in embarrassment.

"I understand five languages." Miran brags. Kim looked up at him. She smiled, impressed.

"You do?" she leans on the table, impressed.

"German, French, Spanish, Chinese, and Arabic," He says. Miran noticed her interests.

"Wow, I'm amazed." She claps in tiny, smiling.

"Thank you." He blushed.

"Can you speak German for me?" She asks.

"Sure, what should I say?" His eyes wandered.

"I don't know. Anything." she leans back on the chair.

His eyes found her fingers, "Du hast schöne Finger," he says, raising a brow at her.

"Oooh, and what does that mean?" She clears her throat

"Your fingers are pretty." He checked his phone.

"Really?" She blushed looking down at her hands, she studied his features and felt reassured by his sincerity.

"Yeah." Kim smiled in appreciation.

"Your order," the waiter interrupts. Kim gazed at Miran as they placed their food, her eyes locked with his.

"Thank you," He says to the waiter, tipping him.

Miran looked at her, she seemed lost. "Kimimela?" he taps her hands.

"Yeah?" She jerked to his touch, looking at his hands placed on hers.

"You should eat," He says.

"Yeah, thanks." She pulls away from him, "Say something in Arabic." She retreated to friendly banter, unfolding a napkin on her thigh.

Miran smiled again, "ربما يجب أن آخذك إلى المنزل قريبًا," he says, Kim smiled biting her lips, he looked so hot.

"Would you translate that?" For a moment their eyes locked, she brushed back tendrils of her hair from her face.

"Maybe I should take you home soon" he signals for the waiter.

"I'm not done," she says looking at her food.

"I'm not leaving, I was giving an example," he laughed, Kim gets embarrassed, she knew for a fact she didn't want to go home yet, he was so entertaining.

"I would get that" she picks up the cheque.

"You don't have to" he pulls out a black card, Kim gasped seeing the card, not everyone gets to own that, maybe he was just showing off, she grimaced.

"Some other time, I could get that" she stammered.

"Some other time?" he smirked.

"Oh, what I mean is..." She said awkwardly embarrassed.

"I would like some other time," he says picking up his phone.

"That wasn't what I meant, why don't you listen to me?" she rolled her eyes.

"Were you born here?" He ignored her, a smile traced his lips.

"What?" She hesitated then watched his face for a reaction.

"It doesn't seem like you were born here" Kim stared blankly. Was it that obvious?

"I wasn't, I came to work"

"Nice" Miran says.

"I should probably head back home" she picks up her bag.

"Let me give you a ride home" he offers.

"Oh, no I can find my way," she says.

"Why?" His eyes focused on her coldly. "Afraid?"

"It's not that, but..." The street light shined on his face.

"You don't want me to know where you stay?". Miran says, with his voice dangerously low.

"Just let me go home alone" she took her gaze down.

"Okay, at least let me get a cab for you," he asked with a lazy grin.

"Alright" she felt a warm blush rising to her cheek.

"Sure," he called the next taxi, Kimimela glanced at him, he was so nice, why did he act like a jerk at first.

"Should I ask him..." if he had a girlfriend? she thought. "was that too much?" She mumbled

"I would love to call you tomorrow," he says.

"Huh?" She gasped in astonishment.

"Here's my card, give me a call," he says, placing his card in her bag, Kim smiled at him and got in.

"Goodnight," she says from the window.

"Buenas noches mi señora" he winks at her, Kim laughs as the taxi drove away. (goodnight my lady).

She leans on the chair, blushing hard, she looked at her fingers, "He's insane" she silently screamed, She took out his card. "Miran Mayer?" she smiles, "What an interesting man" she takes out her phone, it was past ten.

***

The next day

"Good morning," Ava said, Kimimela had crashed on the couch, still in her outfit.

"Good morning," she says, finding a better position, she looked at Ava, she wore a red gown and had her hair in a ponytail.

"Seems you had a great night," she says, applying her makeup.

"I'm so tired!" she yawned, stretching her body.

"It's Sunday, have a good nap," Ava said.

"Where are you going?"

"I have a date" she spun checking her outfit out.

"With Jackson?" she spreads her legs on the couch, watching her dress.

"Yeah," they both stared at each other in silence, Kimimela watched her, Ava waiting for the right moment to strike.

"What?" she rolled her eyes, sitting up, her hair was a complete mess, she had her makeup on.

"You're not going to tell me what happened yesterday with your maaaan" she had a mocking tone.

"We just ate" she walks over to the kitchen and grabs a cup.

"Just food?" She blustered.

"And talked" she shrugs.

"Keep on talking" she followed her like a pest.

"He speaks five different languages" She drops the cup in excitement

"You're kidding me right?" Ava bangs the table.

"I'm serious, I spoke to him in Spanish, and he returned it, he also can speak German and French also, Arabic"

"Wow, that's crazy, he's every girl's type"

"He wanted to take me home, but I didn't let him" she continued.

"Why?" Ava had a doubtful expression.

"Because I wanna take it slow" Kimimela blushed.

"So you're gonna give him a chance?" She turned to her eagerly.

"He seems nice, I might," she says.

"I'm proud of you" Ava walks over to her opening her arms for a hug.

"No, I haven't showered," she says, she probably reeked.

"I don't care... your first boyfriend, that's crazy!" she hugs her tight.

"Stop saying that" she chuckles.

"I'm so proud you accepted a man in your life." Kim gave her a sideways glance.

"Enough stop being dramatic, he didn't even ask me to date him" she grimaced.

"Yeah," Ava pulls away. "Borrow me your lip gloss" she walks over to the couch.

"I'm such a mess, I need to freshen up... What?" she says, staring at Ava.

"He gave you his card!" She says, shocked.

"Nah, I'm not going to call him!" she struggles with her.

"You are!" they both circle the chair, "Come on, just let him"

"Whatever" Kim gives up, she bit her nails nervous, while Ava dials his number.

"This is M.M enterprise, Mr. Mayer P.A... how may I help you?" Kim's face fell.

"Hang up!" Kim signals to her.

"How could he, it's not even his direct line" Ava throws her phone.

After that morning, Kim didn't bother to call him and he never showed up again.

Kimimela went to work and came back alone, she thought about that dinner they had and missed him, she tried to take him off her mind, she focused more on work and eventually, she slowly didn't care about him anymore.

"Kimimela!" Sandra called her coworker. Kim turned back and waited for her.

"Sandra" she calls.

"Are you getting off work now?"

"Yeah" she yawns, they both walk out of the hospital.

"What about Ava?" Sandra asked.

"She has a night shift" the door opens, "I'm going..." she paused seeing Miran smiling with his sunglasses on, he wore a short and white shirt.

"Miss Cortes?" Kim looked at him, she was so angry that she wanted to slap him, she didn't believe he would appear at her front again.

"Do you know him?" Sandra asked, looking at her.

"No, I don't" she continues her way.

"Kim?" he held her back, his handsome face closed down, looking grim.

"What?" she says furiously turning back at him.

"Can we talk?" he softened.

"About what?" she says, looking around, the sound of the road was too much that she could barely hear him.

"I had an urgent meeting to take care of at Oman, I'm sorry if I didn't inform you" his grip was implacable, he gave her an intense gaze.

"Sandra, I'm sorry I can't go with you today," she tells her, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Okay," she scans, Miran before leaving.

"Can we talk over coffee?" he suggests, his voice flattered, making her feel stuffed.

"Just coffee, because I want to hear what your excuse is, not because I forgive you" she didn't even know what she was saying.

"Thank you" a smile traced his sensual mouth.

"I'm not going into your car" she paused.

"What?" he blinks.

"Let's talk over there" she points at the cafe across the street.

"Alright," she walked faster than him

"Welcome, what can I get you," she opened the door.

"Two cups of latte" She walks over to a table. "Seat" she beckons to him.

Miran smiled, she had a different reaction than he thought she would.

"Alright" he obeys, she looks away from him scanning the shop. "I love your outfit," he says.

"Thanks," she leans on the table, maybe she was happy he showed up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I would travel that night, I would have informed you...

"It's fine, give me your phone" she opens her palm.

"Hmm?" His expression changed.

"I wanna add my contact" she gawks at him, noticing his expression.

"I have it," he admitted quietly, his eyes glinted.

"What?" she narrows her gaze.

"I have your number, I wanted you to call first" she gazed at him, he amazed her more.

"I see," she says relaxing.

"Two cups of latte?" she got up and headed to the counter, "Okay, thank you" she drops cash on the counter.

"Here you go" she drops his coffee, Miran looked at the coffee irritated.

"I don't take coffee," Miran says.

"What?" she frowned

"I was going to tell you," He intoned, Kim sat, she didn't mind whatever he said, he sounded healthy, she rolls her eyes at him, her head shook her head.

"Don't..." Kim gasped as she tried to stop him from drinking it, Miran swallowed.

"What?" she watched him, drink the water.

"Doesn't taste bad" he said, Kim leaned backward, she was amazed, she chuckles she could tell he didn't like it.

"Why did you?" She gave a low laugh.

"Grant me a wish" he wipes his mouth with his handkerchief.

"A wish?" she tilted her head.

"Yeah, I'm going for a birthday party, would you be my plus one?" he says.

"What? why?" Maybe things weren't supposed to go slow, maybe being fast would be the best, she smiled at him.

"Tell me what you think?"

"Tomorrow..." she thought hard "It's Sunday" she lifted her gaze at him.

"Yes," Miran remarked.

"I would think about it" she shrugged.

"Okay that's fine" he leaned backward, a smile graced his lips.

Back at the mall.

"So you're going?" Ava followed her as she storms the mall

"Yes, it might not be that bad after all."

"Now it feels like you're in love," Ava says, looking at a white gown.

"I'm not getting married," she tells her, staring irritatedly at the gown.

"It's beautiful, you should try it on" she sighed clearly exasperated.

"No way!" she picked a blue gown instead.

"It's a birthday, not a wedding you ain't breaking any ruuuleees" she emphasized.

"The blue looks normal," Kimimela complained, she looked at her phone, she had an unknown number calling.

"That should be him," Ava says.

"Hello?" She whispered.

"Kim?" she heard his voice and smirked.

"This is Miss Cortes PA how may I help you?" Ava looked at her and shook her head, walking out of her presence.

"Oh, right, my bad... Would you let Miss Cortes know I would love to pick her up tonight," Miran says.

"Why would you?" She strolled forward.

"If she doesn't mind" he adds, smiling over the phone

"Alright, I would text you her address" she bit her lips.

"You don't need to," he says.

"What?" she exclaimed in shock, "How do you know my address?"

"I have my ways" he murmured softly

"No, you don't do that!" she raises her voice.

"Alright," he intoned, hanging up.

"Kimimela?" Ava called showing her a white, long gown, plaited in sliver, it had a long slit at the back.

"Wow I love it" she smiles, not hesitating to take it.

"Of course you do!" Ava picks her bag and walked to the counter.

Kimimela, waited at her room for Miran, but he had only sent his driver to pick her up, they arrived at the venue after a ten minutes’ drive, she looked out of the car and he stood in a black tuxedo, she smiled at got down from the car.

"Miss Cortes?" he says.

"That's me" she blushed.

"You look so, captivating tonight," he says, Kim noticed his little dimples.

"And you look fabulous" her cheek burned hot.

"Thank you..." he takes her hands, taking her into the party, everyone looked so beautiful and showed so much skin, she held her purse tight, she felt intimated, Kimimela had forgotten she was attending a billionaire's party.

"Wait here" he showed her a seat and left, she watched him greet other people.

Minutes after, the lights went dim, she noticed people stepped into the dance floor, they made a circle. Kim smiled watching both young and old dance with their partners they looked so cute.

"I heard Miran bought a date tonight," some girls seat across her.

"Yeah, she looked so cheap I heard, I'm guessing he paid her to work tonight," the other said, they all wore a black dress, Kim eyed popped.

"PAID?" She mumbles.

"And what's your business if he does?" a lady says to them, Kim turned in her direction, stunned.

"Lina?" one of the ladies calls.

"You should mind your business and don't interfere with his" she sat close to Kim.

"But, we didn't lie, he must have paid her off, or fucked her, you know how he is..." They laughed.

"I'm curious to know what she looks like" Kim raised her head and saw him walking towards her, her trembling hands gripped her gown

"I wonder what she looks like" those words echoed in her ears, why was she even here. Kim got up in shame, about to leave but instead, she stared at him. He stood at her front and smiled.

"Dance with me," Miran whispered in her ears, gently he wraps his hands around her waist, Kim lifted her gaze at him in her sparkling gown. They drew the attention of everyone.