His Choice Forever

I was ready and nervous well, mostly nervous for my date with Scott. Oh god, I'm really nervous. Why are you nervous? Its not like it's you he's taking a date on. Its Emily, Emily Patson. my annoying subconscious said which brought a frown to my face. Now, am really jealous of Emily. I was wearing a one hand red dress that swept the floor which had sequin wrapped around the waist line like a belt and I straightened my br- fake brunette hair. Seriously, your also cutting me off when am describing myself?. Ugh, I straightened my 'fake' brunette hair put on a wing eyeliner and light eye shadow with a dashing red matte lipstick and I had on some black heels. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror and smiled, satisfied with my appearance. I put on my lenses and checked my phone, it was already seven pm on the dot and immediately a horn honked. I checked through my window and saw it was Scott. I went downstairs and met Scott and damn, this boy was too too hot. He had gelled his hair back and had on a black Armani suit with a Rolex watch and a red rose at the breast pocket.

"Wow. You look...Wow. You look amazing." He said which made me turn red.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." I complimented him which made his face to turn to a smirk.

"I don't look too bad. I look devilishly handsome." He said and I rolled my eyes. Still got that big ego.

"Hey, what about uhm.. Mi-Emilia?" He asked cutting me off guard.

"Emilia. Uhm... well, you see she went out for job hunting and hasn't come back yet. Yeah, she hasn't come back yet." I lied smoothly. He nodded his head in understanding.

damn, this was one of the most expensive restaurants I have ever seen in my entire life. We entered into the restaurant and was welcomed with gasps. Don't know wh- oh yeah, Scott's like a business celebrity and so this is the

two under

our seat. We ordered our foods and talked about

a question but please don't get angry okay?" I

What's

"Promise?"

the question?

yourself that you only liked me as a friend because you still loved Emilia so I don't get it. Why did you bring me on this

that didn't quite reach his eyes. He wants to move on from me- Emilia. He wants to move on. Now, I really hate me-Emily. Because of her, he wants to move on. I held myself so I won't burst

cutely and I also smiled. We finished our dinner and Scott drove me home. He escorted me to my