Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (books to read fiction TXT) 📗

 

"I am with Kai, Tres, and Primo. We were talking about something, and we ended up having a good time. I'm sorry about that. I left my phone in my car. That's why your calls are left unanswered. Sorry. I love you. "He looked like a kid apologizing for breaking a vase.

 

"Why are you giving me cold shoulders then? I was trying to talk but you fucking ignored me, "I said and he firmly cupped my chin using his hand, but in a way that he was not hurting me.

 

"I said stop uttering curses," he seriously said. "If I hear it again, I swear I'll punish you," he threatened me.

 

Honestly, I want to know his punishment, but maybe some other time. I stuck my tongue at him.

 

"Answer me," I remind him. He let my chin go and started looking around. He looks nervous. He let go of my wrist too and kept a little distance.

 

"What? Did you do something wrong? " I suspiciously asked him. He shook his head with wide eyes.

 

"No," he quickly answered. I give him a questioning look.

 

"Then why?" He bit his lower lip and ruffled his hair. He is acting strange. I observed him and he was fidgeting. What is wrong with him?

 

"Uhmmm. Lo... Love "He is stuttering and that is unusual.

 

"What's wrong? Come on, it's killing me. " I waited for him to speak, but he was just looking at me while biting his lips.

His chest is also heaving and he looks so pale now.

 

"Hey, are you okay? You're pale. Are you dizzy or something? " I walked over to him and touched his face.

He is having cold sweats too. Maybe he is sick.

 

"No. I'm fine, "he said, smiling, but his smile was not convincing. He anxiously ran his fingers through his hair.

 

"You are making me worried," I told him, as I was observing him. Or maybe he needs to sleep now.

 

"Come on, you sleep now. You are getting sick. Are you feeling hungry? " I asked him. He shook his head.

 

"Then what do you want? Don't tell me you are breaking up with me or did you end up getting someone pregnant? " I put both of my hands on my waist.

 

He is making me anxious and he is making me overthink. I suddenly feel uneasy.

 

"Never"

 

"Then tell me."

 

He took a deep breath.

 

"Give me five minutes," he requested, and I nodded. I sit on the bed and observe him bite his nails, chew his lips, and roam his eyes around, looking like a lost sheep.

 

Maybe what I am going to say is really important. He wouldn't be this nervous if it wasn't.

 

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" I asked again, and he nodded. He turned his back on me.

I waited for five minutes.

 

One thousand one

Two thousand two

One thosand three

 

I am literally counting in my head till I reached one thousand three hundred. I am feeling nervous.

 

"Time is up," I said. He slowly faced me. He is avoiding his eyes.

 

He looked at the ground as he walked close to me.

 

"Give me your left hand," he said, and I gave him my hand.

 

"Now look at me," he said.

 

I looked at him and smiled at him. Then suddenly, I felt something cold on my ring finger. My heart suddenly filled with an unexplainable feeling.

 

My eyes watered up and my tears fell down my cheek. I am straightly looking into his eyes, and I don't want to look at my hand to confirm if it is really what I think it is.

 

I don't know how to feel. He is becoming blurred because of my tears, but I can still see how pale and nervous he is right now. I want to laugh at him, but I don't want to ruin the moment.

 

"M..M..Ma..r..y me," he stutters, and my eyes well up with tears.

"I'm sorry I was not giving you attention awhile ago. I am thinking of ways to say this, but I can't think of anything because I am too scared. You are the only person who can make me go nuts. Damn, I lost all of my confidence and courage. "