The Handsome Evil CEO's
THECEO 15'S
Jason walked outside after buying the bouquet of roses. He got in the car and ran his car downtown.
“That's a flower for me?” ask Cara. Sitting next to Jason with his sparkling eyes.
“Not,” Jason replied without looking at the woman who was displaying her gloomy face.
“Then for whom, Jason? It can't be that flower for another woman isn't it?”
“You don't need to know.”
How to thaw. “Good...”.
Then the woman muttered to herself, “ roses remind me of Tiffany.”
Hearing the same name in his mind, Jason turned his head. “Tiffany?”
How to display his sad face and nod. “Tiffany is my office friend. She disappeared...,” then continued with the sentence, “but that's okay. Since Dave had already helped look for him with the police, Dave's acquaintances were also.”
There was no reply from Jason. The man stared at the street expressionlessly.
After 40 minutes of walking, Jason stopped his car in the basement of Cara's apartment.
“Thank you for the time, Jason. Tomorrow can we go together?”
“No. Enough to get here,” reject Jason.
“Why? You busy?”
Jason did not answer.
“Alright, maybe next time,” drop out Ways. The woman clasped her bag on the shoulder, once again staring at Jason. Doubtful with his movements, but the next second he did. How to kiss Jason's cheek. “Good night, Jason,” said goodbye, opened the door and walked towards the elevator.
There was no reaction from Jason. The man started the engine and left the basement.
•••
Jason walked into his mansion with a bouquet of roses he held with just one hand. He saw Rico lying on the couch playing with his cell phone.
“Is he asleep?”
Rico lifted his face, throwing his original phone onto the sofa. Turn her position into sitting and cross her arms on her chest. “To give her flowers huh?”
“Iya.” Jason lifted the bouquet, showed it to Rico.
“Check only in his room.”
Then Jason immediately left Rico who sneered.
Arriving at the 2nd floor, Jason stared at the bouquet of roses he held and then the white door in front of him. He stared at the clock on his wrist, still at 9. Tiffany couldn't have slept at this hour, right?
To prove it, Jason knocked on the door 3 times. Not hearing the answers from inside nor the replies of the woman who occupied this room.
Knock again 3 times and wait for 3 minutes, no reply. Jason thought, maybe Tiffany went to bed earlier tonight. He will give this bouquet tomorrow only, his feet turned and will leave the place before hearing the sound of the door opening.
“What's up?”
Jason turned around, looking at Tiffany with his sweater and his face was not like a sleep-disordered waking person.
“I want to give this bouquet to you,” said Jason. Raise the bouquet so Tiffany can see what she's carrying.
“Forku? Why?” ask Tiffany. Not daring to stare back at Jason's grey bead after seeing the bouquet of roses in front of the man's chest as his cheeks warmed up.
Jason muttered and his words sounded clear. “Entahlah. Do you want it or not?” he asked, diverting the nervousness that suddenly attacked.
“Of course you want. Give,” reply Tiffany. Take the bouquet quickly. After the bouquet was held, his hands clasped the doorknob, wanting to immediately hide. “Already?”
Jason raised his eyebrows then nodded. “Iya. Only that.. I see you night-night.”
“Good. Thank you, Jason.” Tiffany quickly closed the door.
Jason, who was still standing in front of the door that had closed it again, was shocked. Then chuckle and leave Tiffany's room, go down to the ground floor.
Arriving at the sofa that still existed Rico looked at him cynically, Jason sat in front of him.
“Have you given?” asked Rico sarcastically.
“Already. What is it with you showing that ugly face?”
Rico normalized his expression. “Why are you trying to approach him?”
“Ah yes, I forgot. You're too many women now.”
Jason did not pay attention. Replying to a message from his father that he ignored because he was still with Cara earlier.
“Why do you often accept her offers for dates?”
“Who are you talking about? Say his name when talking about his person. It confused me,” Jason said. Saving back his phone and staring at Rico with his brows furrowed.
“Obviously I'm talking about Cara.”
Jason shakes. “No. The first thing you talked about is Tiffany.”
“That's you know, asshole. Why do I need to mention his name,” reply Rico annoyed.
“For clear.”
“Already. Why did you make those two women craze you?”
“You changed your question.”
“Iya. Now we're talking about those two women. Tiffany and Cara. Which one did you choose?”
Jason furrowed his brows. “I didn't choose both.”
“Wow…. Now you're trying to be a bastard?”
Jason clucked no like. “Stop asking me that kind of thing. I don't know. About the way that I often receive calls to go together, because his father who has helped me cover my case from the media. You know Marcell Hag owns New York's largest media company? Cara is her daughter.”
“Really? But Lunox is his last name.”
Jason was no clearer. “Marcell leaves Mrs. Lunox and How to follow his mother.”
“So....?” and Rico added. “Then Tiffany?”
Jason was silent, digesting his brain to answer but he did not find the right expression. He looked at Rico and shrugged his shoulders. “Entah.”
Rico squinted his eyes. “You sure? Does it lead to a love affair with Tiffany?”
Jason folded his forehead deeply and his eyes widened at Rico's words. “I... never thought. No. gabe. I never led there with him.”
“You are not aware yet.”
•••
Jason went outside his room in crumpled clothes and knee-length pants. After washing the face, it is refreshing to see clearly the sight of the woman with the apron on her back.
Jason walks into the kitchen and sits on a chair with Rico who is already looking forward to the breakfast Tiffany will be serving.
Jason looked at the roses that had been inserted to stay in the milk-white vase. His smile was on his face and Rico saw this.
“Tiffany. Why are there flowers in the kitchen? Wouldn't it turn ugly if it was put here?” rico asked, occasionally seeing Jason's reaction that changed expression to silence—as not interested in the topic that Rico was throwing.
Tiffany, who turned her back to the two men, looked at Rico and the roses she had moved in this morning. “Akan wither?”
Rico nodded.
But Tiffany didn't do anything that would remove the flower from the kitchen, because her eyes caught Jason—the one who gave the flower to her. Tiffany got clumsy herself. Then he turned back, finishing his cooking.
Rico quietly whispered. “He likes you. You saw his behavior.”
“He continued his work. What's wrong?” elak Jason's.
“Good.” Rico put his hands up. Let the two people pretend not to notice.
A few minutes later, they had a quiet breakfast.
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