Chapter 154: Fetish for someone who’s blind.
"While we wait for it to stop raining, we should write a poem—or maybe talk about when we first knew we were in love with each other," Charles suggested, his tone soft, yet filled with quiet mischief.
Augustine’s lips curled into a lopsided smile as a chuckle escaped him. "Is that what you call an ideal date?" he asked, his voice dipped in teasing warmth.
Charles rolled his eyes at Augustine’s question. "Do you have a better idea? Besides, don’t you think it’d be nice for me to know exactly when you fell in love with me?"
The question hit Augustine with a quiet truth—it was reasonable, even sweet.
But still, a part of Augustine longed to do something bigger, something unforgettable for their first date. Something that would leave a mark deeper than just words.
Charles, his gaze fixed on Augustine, noticed the flicker of hesitation in Augustine’s eyes—a swirl of mixed feelings over the simple date idea.
That alone was enough to draw a soft sigh from Charles. "Well, I’ll go first," he murmured, reaching for Augustine’s right hand and lacing their fingers together with gentle certainty.
"If I’m being honest... I actually thought you were handsome the moment you picked me up in front of the mansion—with that flower bouquet," Charles admitted, a shy blush creeping onto his cheeks as the memory lingered between them, sweet and vivid.
Augustine arched a brow, curiosity slipping into his voice. "When was that?"
Charles smiled, rolling his tongue slowly against the inside of his cheek before answering. "It was the first day you took me to that favorite tree of yours," he said softly.
At those words, Augustine’s eyes widened in surprise, the memory hitting him with unexpected warmth—as if Charles had just reached into a hidden corner of his heart and dusted off something precious.
"Pookie... you liked me from that time and you were playing hard to get?" Augustine teased, his voice low and laced with amusement, eyes glinting as he leaned in a little closer.
Charles let out a flustered chuckle, quickly pulling his hand away as he adjusted his glasses, trying to hide the heat rising in his cheeks.
"I didn’t like you then," he said a little too fast, the blush giving him away. "It’s just... you looked so damn cute and handsome that I was like, ’This man is fucking hot as hell.’"
Charles let out an embarrassed laugh, biting down on his lip for a moment. "But no romantic feelings. None. At least... not yet."
Charles eyes flicked toward Augustine, soft and unguarded, betraying just how deeply those feelings had bloomed since.
The tone and flustered expression Charles used while defending himself drew a loud, unfiltered laugh from Augustine.
He threw his head back, utterly amused, his chest rising and falling with each breathless chuckle.
"Hey! Stop laughing," Charles purred, his voice soft yet laced with playful annoyance.
He pouted, his lips forming the perfect sulk as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, clearly trying—and failing—to look unbothered.
Augustine nodded through fits of laughter, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Thanks for thinking I’m a hot fella," he whispered, the tease slipping from his lips like silk.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned in close, his breath brushing against Charles’s shoulder. "I knew you were going to be mine the very first day I saw you," he murmured, voice low and full of certainty—before pulling away.
Charles rolled his eyes, though a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Obviously, it was the moment you saw me at your company building and asked me to marry you," he said boldly, his tone laced with sass and pride.
"Besides," Charles continued, leaning back with a slight tilt of his chin, "you’re the kind of man no one dares to defy. But I cursed at you... and even when you tried to fire me, I still didn’t give a fuck"
Following the words of Charles, a soft laugh escaped his lips as the memory played in his mind—the tension, the defiance, the spark between them.
But then Augustine’s voice cut through the laughter, low and serious. "No," he said, his gaze settling on Charles. "I liked you way before that."
This time, Charles found himself arching an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Way before that?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
Augustine gave a solemn nod, his expression unshaken. "Yes," he murmured quietly, his gaze never leaving Charles’s.
"Pftt!" Charles scoffed, his face twisting into a snarled. "What do you mean by way before that?" he demanded.
Augustine swallowed hard, lifting his hands to scratch the back of his neck, clearly uneasy. "Umm, well... I bumped into you on the street one fateful day."
"What?!" Charles exclaimed, his voice thick with surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief.
A soft, almost shy smile tugged at Augustine’s pink lips. "It... well..." he trailed off, his words catching in his throat.
Augustine had opened his mouth to speak again, but the moment was suddenly too much.
A deep blush spread across his face, making it impossible to continue without feeling completely exposed.
Augustine kept scratching the back of his neck, his nerves clearly getting the best of him. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself, but his heart raced faster than he could think.
"Come on, Augustine. Speak up," Charles urged, his voice low and focused.
His gaze was intense, locking onto Augustine with an unspoken curiosity that made the air between them heavy with anticipation.
Augustine inhaled deeply, trying to steady his racing heart.
"So," Augustine whispered, drawing in another breath, his lips briefly moistening with saliva before he continued. "Well, my car broke down that day, and I had an important business meeting to attend."
He paused, his hands slightly trembling as he spoke, the memory vivid. "I decided to make my way to the meeting by foot. But then... my shoulder brushed against yours. It was an unexpected accident, but to my greatest surprise... you fell to the floor and collapsed."
"Wait... are you for real?"
Augustine nod. "Unfortunately, I’m being honest right now," Augustine mumbled, his voice quieter, almost sheepish.
He withdrew his hands from the back of his neck, awkwardly scratching his brow as he tried to find the right words. "When I bent down to pick you up, I noticed you wore glasses... and you had these sexy lips. And just like that, I... fell for you."
Charles scoffed, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Wait... hold on!" Charles whispered while raising an eyebrow, genuinely confused. "Are you seriously saying you have a fetish for someone who’s partially blind?"