Page 67 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"I love it, Olive. Thank you. It's very kind of you." She clutched the journal as she spoke. I think I actually believed her. "I haven't written in a journal since high school, I think it will be nice to do it again." I gave her a light nod with a warm smile.
"I'm glad you like it." The attention was drawn away from me as everyone began to have their own conversations.
"You keep a journal, Rose? Am I in it?" Lucas asked with a playful smirk and an arched brow. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile on my lips.
"Yes I write in a journal. As to whether or not you're in it, I'll never tell." I gave him an equally playful grin.
"Mmm, no fair. Maybe I'll find it and read it for myself," he said, making me lightly punch his arm.
"You'll do no such thing."
"Pretty please?" He gave me those puppy dog eyes as he asked.
"No way."
"That's fine, Rose, one day you'll let me in," he whispered into my ear, causing my heart to race.
He sounded so certain about it. I stared deep into his eyes, not shying away from the intense feelings he was bringing out of me. I know I'm falling for him already and it scares me, but I'm going to trust him. I pray he doesn't hurt me.
"I'll let you read my past journals. You can work your way up to your journal." I offered him, because I felt I could trust him with the most inner thoughts of my past.
"My journal? So Iamin it." He smiled widely. "I will take whatever you are willing to share. Thank you, Rose."
He made me blush, not expecting him to thank me for offering him a journal I wrote when I was 8. Maybe I'll start him with my highschool ones instead. Those are the formative years after all. I felt a sort of excited nervousness at the idea of him reading my current journal. The one sprawled with my millions of thoughts about him. Honestly, it feels like this journal is dedicated solely to him.
"Yes, you're in it, but you don't get to read that particular one until you finish all my high school and previous college ones. You have a lot of reading ahead of you if you ever want to get to yours." I giggled at him.
"I can't wait." He smiled so sweetly my heart forgot to beat for a moment.
Don't hurt me, Lucas. Please, don't hurt me.
Lucas' P.O.V.
"Happy birthday again, mom. I love you." I kissed her cheek again as I said my goodbye.
I was ready to take Rose to her flat and get my first journal. I wanted to dive right in. This woman before me intrigued me greatly and getting to see into her mind was the greatest gift I could ask for.
"I love you, too. Thank you for being civil with your uncle." She squeezed my arm lovingly.
"It was nice to meet you, Sarah." My polite Rose held her hand out for my mom to shake. Mom didn't do handshakes, bringing her in for a hug instead.
"The pleasure is all mine. I hope to see you again. Thank you again for my gift," Mom said with a smile. I was shocked, and happy to see Rose had brought a gift for her. She amazes me everyday. Surprising me with something new. I guided her outside, making sure to hold her tightly against me as we stepped over the gravel.
I won't ever let her fall.
"Thank you for coming with me, Rose." I kissed her beautiful rosy lips before opening the car door for her. She blushed, which she's been doing a lot more of lately.I wondered why.
"Thank you for bringing me," she whispered.
I ran to the driver's seat, pulling out of the driveway quickly. I tossed my phone onto her lap with a smirk. She knew what I wanted without having to ask. She opened my music app, putting on some Lumineers as she hummed along, too shy to sing fully. Hopefully soon she'll be comfortable enough with me to sing aloud. She has a beautiful voice, one I could listen to for hours.
I parked in front of her building, opening her door for her. As usual, she accepted my hand, letting me help her out of the car. I was glad she no longer rejected it so much. She would take it any time I offered it to her now. I kissed her knuckles lovingly.
I told her I loved her without meaning to when I opened up to her about what had happened to me. I was half asleep at the time and felt vulnerable, yet comfortable enough with her in my arms to admit it. The words kind of flowed out of my mouth, but thankfully, she was asleep. She hadn't heard me. I don't want to scare her off with my strong emotions. I feel like she'll run away if I come on too strong. She's like a fawn, quick to run if she sensed danger. Not physical danger, but emotional danger. This woman can handle physical threats just fine.
"Okay, where is my first journal?" I asked her the moment we entered her flat. She let a laugh out, turning to smile at me. She was amused with me, but I was fine with it. Anything that makes her smile is fine with me.
"Hold on. I have to find the right one. Come help me," she said, leading me upstairs. She disappeared in her closet hidden beneath the hanging clothes. She pushed 4 large white boxes out.That's a lot of journals.
