The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 2

I know this feeling may grow more than I thought and all I need to do is to ready myself not to get hurt—can I?

What if… one day, I got the urge to confess—I shook my head. Damn, it. Stop overthinking, self, I thought.

“Anything wrong?” His breath lingers into my ears as he whispered those words and equaled my pace.

I shook my head. “It’s nothing,” I answered and looked at him, lifting my head to meet his alluring eyes.

His forehead creased. “Seems like something is bothering you,” he told me.

I fake a laugh and encircled my arm into his, which I was about to withdraw when he slide his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers.

Surprised, I stared at our hands before looking into his eyes. “I don’t want other men, looking at you,” he replied and we continue to walk until a waiter approaches us.

I don’t know what to feel at that moment, embarrassed? Thrilled? Lucky? Or not? These are just Zero friendly gestures, right?

But why does my heart thump like this when I can overhear it?

“I have a reservation.” My sense came back when Zero spoke.

CAN SOMEONE, who’s bound with a no-string-attached, will treat you to candlelight dinner, acoustic music lingering the atmosphere with the harmonious wave of the violins being played on?

If yes… then should I call myself: lucky? Or should I say, I am just a dreamer? Is this just a dream? Because I am here, sitting in a chair, food served in front of us and a glass of champagne on my side. Zero’s eyes met mine and I can finally see an emotion. It’s glee.

“Did you like it?”

I was caught off guard at first and gasped. “W-What?”

Zero flashed a smile—not a devilish one but a genuine one. “This.” He roamed his eyes around and they stopped in mine.

I don’t know what to say. I can’t find the right words. I’m afraid that I may say something unseemly. However, Zero’s facial expression urges that he’s waiting for my answer.

I smiled, faintly. “I don’t know what to say. Is this ours or the restaurant has a special occasion tonight?”

Zero laughed softly as if it was a kind of music that blends with the harmony of the violin. “No, it’s not. I thought a lady like you should be treated in this way… I didn’t give any gift on that special day—you knew I don’t know any sweet—”

“God, Zero, it’s fine,” I let out a laugh. “I’m not wishing for it—”