Billionaire Flawed 2(116)

The house was empty. I assumed that everyone had left for early morning classes. Then I saw a clock nearby chime noon; I had missed all my classes for the day.

Hollis was cooking in the kitchen and whatever he was making smelled divine.

“I see you’re finally awake,” he said while plating some eggs, “I made breakfast. Have a seat, and I’ll bring it over.”

I pulled myself up to a bar stool and laid my head down on it in a futile attempt to end the jarring in my skull.

“First hangover, eh?”

“Why do you drink if you know it’ll end up like this,” I asked.

“I don’t really think about it,” He replied, “I don’t drink enough to get that hung over.”

He dropped a plate of food in front of me: eggs, bacon, and some toast. I dug in as a thirsty man would water. He stood on the other side of the bar, eating slowly and enjoying the sight.

“I missed class for the first time in quite a while,” I said, “why didn’t you wake me sooner?”

He sat his plate down and started pouring some coffee. “You’re a cute sleeper,” he replied through a wide smile.

“Please, did I say anything stupid last night?”

He laughed and replaced the pot of coffee. “I don’t know, am I hot?”

I remembered it all, now. I came on pretty strong last night. “That wasn’t me talking, that was the alcohol,” I pleaded.

He wasn’t really paying attention to my pleading, but I could see that behind his eyes he didn’t mean to be rude.

I smiled back. “Well, am I hot,” I asked.

“I don’t think you need me to tell you that,” he replied.

“You have me curious now.”

He sighed and took a sip of coffee. “Yes, I think you’re hot. I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”

I unconsciously started twisting my hair around my finger as I had whenever I was nervous. It took me a moment to realize. “Can I show you something,” I asked.

“Will you keep your pants on,” he asked in return.

“Only if you want me to,” I said with a coy smile.

“Alright, what is it?”

“It’s on campus. I think you’ll like it.”

He looked intrigued. “Alright, we can go after breakfast.”

I nodded and continued to eat. I made quick work of the food and drank more than my fair share of coffee in order to wake up. He didn’t seem to mind, even going so far as to ask if I wanted seconds.

I decided to make a quick stop back at my room before we went to campus so that I could change. He didn’t seem to mind waiting outside for me for a few minutes. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I felt like at least trying to be a little more attractive.

He liked the change as I walked out to the front.

“You have the finest legs I have ever seen,” he noted.

I felt flattered; I did like to show them off when I could manage to do so.

I lead him along the walkways, and we continued to talk, and he revealed a few things that I was surprised to hear.

His dad was a military man, and he was incredibly strict at all time. His mother was young and ended up running out on him at a young age; he barely knew her. Even so, he instilled as many of his values as he could into Hollis; including being a gentleman to a lady when the need arose.

He was more anxious than I thought, as well. There was always a lot riding on him, and he was worried about his future. He wanted to go professional, but he also just wanted to be a teacher.

The walk ended too soon, as we had arrived at the ground floor of my favorite spot on campus.

I pulled out a small key that only few people had, and opened the back stairwell as I had a thousand times before. Hollis looked a little confused but curious.

At the top of the stairs, he looked out at the campus, as though he were its king. It was a satisfying feeling that I had, letting him see something so personal to me.

“Were you watching me look for my phone the other day,” he asked.

I nodded and giggled. He just smiled back and pulled me closer.

“It’s great at sunset; you can see the sun peak over the science building, and it silhouettes the ground. I brought my camera up a few times and took some photographs, but they are just sitting in an album at home.”

“I know you want to get good grades to get into a graduate school, but what do you want to do with your life after school,” he asked.

I thought about it for the first time in a while. In reality, I didn’t know where I wanted to work or what I really wanted to do. I just knew that I wanted to have a solid education so I could do anything.

“Maybe I’ll be a lawyer,” I said.

“I don’t think you’d enjoy being a lawyer,” he replied.