Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 37

Sean rolls down the window and signals me to get into his car. I'm a bit hesitant. He smiles and says, "Come on, I'm not gonna eat you."

It makes me unable to say no.

"Thank you. I was gonna take the bus." I sit on the passenger seat.

He turns the steering wheel and says, "I've been waiting here for a long time."

"It's your first day, so I want to know how it is."

Hearing this, I laugh at myself. Harrison is right. I always overreact when someone's just being nice to me.

I think for a moment and say, "It's pretty good. I'm glad I didn't throw all my college stuff out the window."

"I know. After all, you've been out work for a long time."

I was gonna explain that I was fired a little while ago, but I didn't. We're classmates, but we're not friends.

"Yeah, I like working. It gives me motivation and passion," I say with relief.

The car stops at a red light. Suddenly, he raises his hand to me. I shy away from his hand like a startled rabbit.

He chuckles. "You've got a lock of hair in your ear."

"Oh oh oh, okay." I speak as I fix my hair.

Later, Sean puts his hand on my thigh. If he weren't my classmate, I would have slapped him in the face.

He apologizes that he thought it was his friend sitting next to him.

It gives me the creeps. "Why not your wife?" I ask tentatively.

He becomes depressed and shakes his head helplessly. "You may think I'm a bad guy. We're experiencing the seven year itch."

"Well, many people have been there." I smile awkwardly and feel it is a bad topic.

Later he told me about problems in his marriage, such as his wife not caring about him and not cooperating with him in bed. I choose to shut up.

He drops me off at the community and leaves. In fact, he kind of let me down.

I remember when he was a simple boy in high school, but now he's a man who complains about his wife in front of an outsider.

Has Callen ever done anything like that? Maybe.

"Can't bear to part with him??"

Just when I'm walking home, a voice startles me. Fortunately, he covers my mouth in time, or I would have screamed.

I pull his hand down, turn around and say helplessly, "Not at this hour, okay? You really scared me."

"You looked reluctant to be apart from him," Harrison says.

'What's wrong with him? Why did he ask that? I don't even know where he got that idea.'

He's like a dad against puppy love, but I'm an adult and he's not my dad.

With a straight face, I ask, "What? Does that matter to you? You fall in love with me?"

"Remember, you belong to me." He says calmly and then turns around.

I don't want to draw any attention, so I keep my voice down. "I belong to myself. I'll pay you back sooner or later..."

He suddenly pinches my mouth with one hand, making me unable to say anything.

Maybe I'm being a little naive. Ever since he refused me that night, I've always thought he's a gentleman who won't make me have sex with him. However, I seem to be wrong.

Maybe he turned me down just because he didn't know me enough. As he gets to know me better, he may change his mind.

The point is, I'm totally wrong.

"You want to give me back my money and draw the line?" He smiles. "I think there's something you're not seeing clearly. As a businessman, I don't do things that aren't good for me."

"I haven't gotten anything in return for helping you, and you think I'm gonna let you go?"

After that, he lets go of my face, as if nothing has happened. He's still as calm as ever.

I gasp and put one hand on my chest, trying to calm down.

He just looks at me like a bystander, causing me to doubt if what happened just now is true.

"I don't want to live like this. I'm tired of being controlled." I sob.

He seems to have heard a joke. "Remember, only I can decide when the game is over."

"Can I stop playing this game?" I look up and ask him.

It's already night, so I can't see his expression, nor do I know what he is thinking.

"Chelsea, it's too late." He approaches me to step by step. His left face is against my right face, and he says slowly in my ear, "And stay away from Sean. He's a bad guy."

I lie on the bed with his words echoing in my mind.

I know Sean is a bad guy, or he wouldn't have made a pass at me in the car. But Harrison's warning kind of pisses me off.

Does he think I'll be taken in by Sean?

I'm very sure Harrison is not gonna let me go now. He told me two things: I'm his and I still have to do as he says even if I pays him back.

I thought he'd come back for me, but he didn't show up for more than half a month. I don't know if I'm happy about this.

But rumors began to circulate about me and Sean. My colleagues didn't mention this to my face, so I just pretended I didn't know.

I take the bus straight home after work so Sean won't have a chance to give me a ride. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

I always feel someone following me on my way home. But every time I look back, I see nothing unusual.