Honey Sweet

He looks so good when he smiles. I mean he does even when he is not smiling but damn. His smile is a lady killer. He looks like the guy from the movies he has acted in now with that smile.

But I feel it. This smile.... it's genuine.

"Don't worry," he says "I won't dream of such a thing. I am sure there are lots of ladies who do though."

True. I am sure there a lots of them. Like, millions.

"Cavien." I say and continue my food.

"What's that?" He asks.

"My name." I answer. And then, we say nothing. We finish our meal and wash our respective plates and forks and spoons and all.

"Let me take you to your room. Your room has an inbuilt bathroom so you don't have to worry about going out in the night to find one." He says as he leads me up the stairs and we turn left.

We pass by one door, then another. And two more before we stop. "Here." He pushes the handle down and opens the door. "Is your room."

"It's beautiful." I take in all of the details of the room and my god. The bed is huge. The table. The sofas. There are two doors. One, I suppose is the bathroom. What's the other? Could it be a balcony? But I only saw one of those and definitely not connected to a singular room. "Thanks."

"You are welcome." He leaves. I go and open the second mystery door in the room and find myself in an walk in closet. Literally. A walk in closet. Oh darn. I love this. I find my luggage in the middle of the room and make my way to it.

Soon, I finish arranging my clothes and shoes and makeup but the room is still mostly empty. No worries! I am gonna fill you up for sure! I stifle a yawn and make my way back into the room closing the door behind me with a set of pajama.

I flop down. I need to sleep. I have work tomorrow. So, I get back up and change into my pajamas and lie down properly on the bed and tuck myself in. Grabbing my phone and texting Cena the name of my matchmaker, keep it aside and fall asleep after silencing it.

I wake up and find myself in a cozy and soft bed. I yawn and stretch and lie down before I eventually have to get up. I roll around the bed after a few moments and finally get off of it.

Freshened up. Changed. Ready to head out! I take my phone and notice 83 missed calls from my assistant Bell, and 289 messages from Cena.

I open Cena's messages first. And all I read about is how exciting it must be to live with him. But he is a jerk so not good I suppose. And that she is so excited and she told me all the things she loves about him and his movies.

I take my time and reply to all of them and then when I am done I see three dots indicating that she is typing something.

CENA- You are so dead. Bell is going to kill you.

ME- I know. I feel it. 💀 Anyway, I will go call her back. Let's meet where we usually do. See you soon!

CENA- Ok!~ See you soon~

ME- Yess!! See you soon, babe.

And we went on to say love you, then no I love you more and then complements and I finally told her I got to go because we have been doing that for an hour now. We finally end the chat and I call Bell.

"YOU FINALLY REMEMBERED THAT I EXISTED?!" She roared through the phone. Phew. I knew she would do that and so I put the phone on speaker and had taken it as far from me as possible before she answered my call.

"GET YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE, IN THE COMPANY, NOW!" She roared again.

"Yes. Yes. My bad. I will be there soon and no," I say. "I didn't forget you existed. My phone was just on silent mode."

"Sure. So, will be your life soon." She says and hangs up. I am dead indeed. I quickly make my way downstairs and find food covered on the table with no sight of him. I quickly take a few bites and head out.