The Last Laugh

Chapter 35 - Dinner

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"So, what do you want me to do exactly?" Keith asked.

"Once I text you, come right away into my apartment and act like the good ol buddy that loves to ruin

dates. Be persistent on staying in my apartment."

"Just so you won't be alone with your boss's daughter?" he asked in confusion, "I don't get it. Aren't you

supposed to be happy being alone with her? I mean she's hot. I saw some pics."

"Yes, she is. But it's a long story. I don't want her to make fishy advances towards me. If she tries

anything sexual, I'll text you and you appear. She should not even guess that I'm behind it."

"Hum. I don't understand you, dude."

"One day I'll tell you everything. But for the moment, I need you to do just that for me." I pleaded.

"Okay, fine. I hope I'll understand one day."

"You will."

Sawyer's POV:

It was eight in the evening. I'd taken a fresh bath and had gone into my dressing room to make up and

get ready. I would be going to Ace's place at nine.

I'd bought a sexy, short and tight black dress with some net designs. Beneath that dress I wore nothing.

No panties, no bra. One never knew. I might be lucky with him that night.

I arranged my hair and wore my heels. I then made up.

I was sexy and irresistible. I knew it.

Once through, I got my car keys and purse, then left my room.

On reaching downstairs, I met with my mother.

She looked at me from head to toe and folded her arms.

"Where are you going to?" she asked firmly.

"Somewhere."

She frowned.

"I told you to stop secretly going out with your sister's boyfriend."

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not going to see him. I caught bigger fish. Now can you let me leave?"

Her brows shot up.

"And can I know the bigger fish's name?"

No way. So you'd still him from me?

Ace was just the type of young man my mom would lust after. I couldn't tell her.

"I'm am adult and what I do concerns me and only me. Who I go out with is my own business. Maybe I

should think of packing out too, like Heather. Now if you'll excuse me." I walked past her and out of the

door.

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Ace's POV:

Sawyer had just texted that she was on her way. I was ready to welcome her, and Keith was ready to

save me in case she took out her paws. I could save myself but that would once again bring confusion.

She'd surely not understand why I'd woo her but then later on reject her. It would make no sense. I just

had to play the game until when she'd try to go further, then Keith would come to my rescue.

I'd set the table for two and had ordered delicious spiced rice with chicken laps and meatballs. I'd also

bought an expensive champagne bottle.

If I had to play the romantic guy, it meant I would have to play it with perfection.

I waited patiently for her.

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At a few minutes past nine, she knocked at my door. I went to let her in.

"Good evening." she smiled and we hugged.

"Good evening."

She had a sexy gown on. If it'd been Heather to wear that dress, I would have lost my senses and

control.

"Nice gown." I complimented.

"Thank you."

I led her to the little dining table.

"Wow. Your apartment is beautiful!" she exclaimed as I pulled her chair for her to sit.

"I know right."

"Look at that view!" she stared out through the huge glass windows at the lighted city.

I sat across her.

"You look stunning." I said. She smirked at me.

"Thank you, Ace. And you, you're always ever so attractive and sexy." she said in a flirty manner.

"Thank you. Shall we dine?"

"With pleasure."

I served her before serving myself. We then began to eat. There was silence.

She stared at me continuously while she ate and I stared back.

"Delicious?" I asked, referring to the food.

"Yeah. Are you for desert? Cuz you look more delicious to me."

This girl had the boldness. I was going to play her game along.

"That's crazy. I was considering having you for desert too." I said slowly, taking a fork full of rice.

She licked her bottom lip in a slow, provocative manner.

"I've got no panties under this dress."

I choked. Her reply had suddenly shocked me that I didn't swallow my rice properly. I began to cough a

little.

"Are you okay?" she asked amused.

"Uh– *cough*...*cough*...yeah." I filled my glass with water, before drinking it all empty again. I calmed

down. She giggled.

"Are you trying to mean–" I started.

"I'm naked under this dress, Ace." she smirked.

"Oh, um, that's– nice."

"Yeah. Very." she smiled.

We continued eating. I decided to ask some questions whose answers could be important to me.

"Sawyer, is Mrs Christina the only owner of the company?"

"What?"

"I mean is she the only one in control?"

"Not really. She owns sixty percent as she sold twenty percent of the company's shares to a yoghurt

Producing entity and twenty more to another."

Interesting.

"What if she regains the forty percent sold And they are no longer functioning well or yielding enough

profit?"

"She would have to try her best not to allow the sixty percent to get affected."

"What if it does?"

"The company might begin facing a downfall on the profit level. Meaning, she would have to accept

investments from the outside or sell away the company as a whole."

"Hm, Interesting."

That information would help me a lot.

"Can we please stop talking about the company? We ain't here to talk work, are we?"

"No." I smirked and took the champagne bottle and popped it open.

I then served myself and Sawyer.

We drank and began to chat and discuss about anything and everything.

"Hahaha, yeah. Let me go ease myself. The toilets are?" she asked. From NôvelDrama.Org.

"Over there." I pointed at the door and she went in. That was when I noticed that she'd left her phone

on the table. I got curious and took it.

Luckily, there was no password.

I rapidly searched her contact list for Heather's number. Once found, I quickly copied and saved it into

my phone.

I was about the to keep the phone right where it was when it suddenly signalled an SMS from a certain

Kevin. Heather's boyfriend?

I checked to see if she was coming. After being sure she wasn't going to come out of the toilets any

time soon, I opened the text message.