Dominant Woman Looking for Love - Chapter 8：Sh-Shut up!

“Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to hold myself back from laughing? Your mind looks like it’s going a thousand times a second. If only you could see how your eyes are darting around like crazy!” While taking a peek at my face, Jett tries to hide his smile behind his curled hand.

Not minding how I’ll most LIKELY be stuttering a bit, I manage to tell him, “Sh-Shut up! I still need to update you anyway. Th-That’s what you want to know about, r-right?”

“Yeah, of course! I’ll be waiting right here then.”

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By the time I got back to our booth, the food has already been laid out on the table.

It looks like Jett has already told them to wrap up Honey’s portion for me inside a take out container. There’s now a white plastic bag beside my leather tote.

My eyes glaze over as soon as I spot my meal on the table.

It looks so perfect!

Getting my smartphone out of my pocket, I was about to take a photo when Jett’s face is suddenly in view, grinning like a naughty kid.

Huh. He wants his photo taken too?

Sure, whatever, I guess.

Pushing my plate closer to him, I move back a little to get a better angle.

Click.

“Awesome. I’ll be tagging you in my social media then; I hope you don’t mind!”

“Of course not.”

Putting my phone back in my pocket, I drag the plate back that has a hamburger steak with my name on it, closer to me.

While softly clapping my hands together once excitedly, I say, “Okay, done! Now, where were we? … Ah, yes, life update. Yup. Sooo… hmm, where do I begin? Well, you already know about my career since you’re the person I’ll be spending the most time with aside from whoever I’ll be handling.”

I grab a spoon and dig in.

Taking my first bite with my mouth curving upwards, I experience a bit of juicy and flavor-filled heaven. I do all I can to hold back a soft moan and swallow. “I’m living in my apartment. You already know that celebrity managers make enough money IF and when successful, and I’m great at saving – so I bought it outright.”

Noticing that I accidentally smeared some sauce on myself, I lick it off my upper lip. Which, of course, earns a snicker from Jett, and I give him another ominous look.

“As you already know how dad’s like, I decided against staying with them as I’d rather not get stressed out by being around him on top of being already all tuckered out from work. Our hours are weird too, so I don’t want my family worrying or whatever when my schedule goes all out of whack.”

I take another spoonful and chew before I start again.

“I… Well, as for my relationship status, it’s been a year since the divorce was finalized. And if you’re wondering, then… No, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m just glad it’s over, and I’m okay with the single life. Really.”

Thirsty, I bring my drink closer and suck through the straw.

Jett has a look of surprise, which is then followed by looking apologetic. “Oh shit…! I’m sorry to hear that.”

For a moment, his hazel eyes wander, and he becomes silent, seemingly preoccupied with his thoughts.

Some time has passed, and Jett looks like he’s finally ready to talk again. “Yeah, feel free to tell me whenever you’re ready. I want to let you know that you can talk to me… well, WHENEVER, Alright? I mean that. Oh, and… just in case you don’t know, I still think of you as my best friend.” The sides of his mouth curve upwards, reassuring me with a tender look.

“It must have been rough, though. You still had to continue managing him, right?”

I bite my lower lip gently and shake my head. “It honestly wasn’t too bad. We did need a bit of time to adjust, but both of us, ultimately, were mature enough to continue our work relationship. It got better as time went on.”

“Well, I guess it’s my turn to give you a bit of an update to make things fair.” He eyes me mischievously.

“You also know how I’m doing career-wise, so I’ll skip on that as well. As for my family, I still have my place, but I sometimes sleepover at my parents’ house. They still kept my old room. They’re rather odd like that. I guess it’s because I’d have hardly seen them otherwise if I didn’t go there from time to time. Without any siblings, the three of us do get lonely at times.”

“And now, for the moment you’ve been waiting for… Dun, dun, dun!!!!” His arms go wild as he pretends as if he’s hitting some imaginary ‘air’ drums.

Unbelievable! I roll my eyes at him and lightly smack his arm, getting a laugh out of him in return.

Since childhood, getting a light smack from me is something I never fail to exact to anyone I’m close to. Only to those who dare do something as lame as ‘that’ in front of me.

“Sooo, you want to know my relationship status, eh? Well, I’ve got news for you! I’m… GETTING MARRIED!!!!! CONGRATULATE ME!” Jett then winks at me.

PFFT! I almost spit out the drink I was sipping through the straw.

I scoff and give him a skeptical look, “YEAH, RIGHT! You’re single as all hell, get out! Though… knowing you, I’d have been shocked if you had said otherwise and told me the truth.”

“… GIRL… FRIENDS… An emphasis on the ‘s’! Nothing to brag about, Mr. Harland.”

“It’s almost child’s play with your looks and status. So… what happened? I think you have even stopped dating for some time now, yeah? Hasn’t it been about 1~2 years or something? That’s pretty long for someone like you.” Right after saying that, I shoot him a warning look. Insinuating that I’ll definitely smack him hard this time if he lies again.

“Ehh… I already find a lot of women annoying, so that already doesn’t help. The ones that do stick around long enough, the relationship fizzles out every time I get way too busy. At least they have the decency to break up with me, I suppose rather than use me and cheat.” Jett replies with a disinterested expression.

“Of course, with that happening all the time, I gradually just kind of lost interest. I needed a change, so here we are! Jett Harland, the fledgling celebrity manager, reporting for duty. Sir!” After doing that (stupid) recap of his life, he rests his chin on top of his intertwined fingers. The weight from his head causes it to bow like a suspended bridge.

Jett closes his eyes; his sculpted features almost look otherworldly.

I ended up gawking at just how much more attractive he is these days. I greedily study the entire structure of his face. My eyes are flitting from his nose, then to his full lips.

He must have noticed that I was staring at him, as his long eyelashes flutter open – he stares back at me so intensely and without reservation, that I forget to breathe.