Taming Mr. Cold and Arrogant

"I think someone's gonna pick you up, girl?"

I heard Craig muttering something but I didn't understand it as I was busy putting a disc on the player. 

"Girl?"

"Hmm?" I glanced at him. "Are you talking to me?"

"No, I'm talking to your soul!" He said, narrowing his eyes at me. And I can't help but laugh with his sarcastic come back. "I said someone's gonna pick you up from work this afternoon." He pointed the entrance door using his lips. 

"What do you mean someone's gonna pick----" I didn't finish my question as my mouth hung open when I saw Daniel entering the studio. 

"You may want to close your mouth, girl, you're drooling." He nudged my elbow. 

I also nudged his arm to shut him up. And that's the moment when Daniel saw me and our eyes met. 

It seems the world has stopped around me when he smiled and I see nothing but him and his hazel brown eyes staring at me. My heart almost jumped out of my c.h.e.s.t and I don't know how I should react as he walked closer to me. 

-'Forgodsake! What is happening to me?'-

"What do you mean what's happening to you?" He asked when he finally stopped in front of me. 

"Huh?" I was suddenly pulled back from my thoughts when I realized I asked that stupid question aloud. "Ahmm... w-what I mean is that s-something's happening to my feet."

"Why, what happened to your feet?" He asked, concern was evident in his voice. 

"Let me see---"

"Hey, it's okay!" I was shocked when he was about to bend down to check my feet but I grabbed his arm. "They were fine now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Anyway, what are you doing here?" I asked to change the subject. Well, that was the subject we should have first discussed. 

"I'm here to pick you up."

"You're here to pick-----ahh!" We both snapped to Craig as he suddenly added the volume of the music on the disc player. 

"Oops! I'm sorry, I was just out of my mind." He explained, grinning at me. "I was right." Then he winked at me. 

"He was right about what?"

I gulped when Daniel asked me, confused. 

-'Does it make sense?'- I mentally slapped myself when he raised his eyebrow. 

"So, are you ready to go?"

"Ready to go where?"

"To go with me."

"Wait, are you still sick, Daniel Kelley?"

"Of course, not, sweetheart. Why did you ask?"

"I just can't believe that a certain Daniel Kelley is here to pick me up. Are you sure you're now okay?"

But instead of answering my question, he took my hand and pulled me into a hug. 

"Why do you keep calling me by my full name?" He whispered. "The next time I hear you call me Daniel Kelley or even Daniel again, I'll kiss you and I don't care where we are, either in public or inside the house."

"What the hell, Daniel----"

That's it. He didn't let me finish my sentence as he cupped my face and kissed me. Sometimes I really couldn't trust my own tongue. 

My eyes were still wide when he let me go, and he smirked, wiping my lips with his thumb. 

"Why did you do that, Da...argh!"

"Say it. Say my name again, sweetheart." He drew his face closer as he waits for me to say his name again. 

"Why are you here?" instead, I asked, avoiding his gaze. 

"I told you, sweetheart, I'm here to pick you up."

"But why? I have my feet and I can go home alone."

"I know, but I can't see anything wrong with taking my wife from work."

"And who told you that we are going home?"

"Why, where are we going?"

But he ignored me as he walked towards Craig. He whispered something on him that made him seem excited. 

I was confused by his actions. But I can't deny that deep inside, I like them. I like his changes and everything that's going on between us. 

Should I be grateful for his fever or should I be grateful that he had a fever? 

All eyes were on us when we leave the studio. He opened the door for me, held my hand as we walked to his car, opened the car door, and although I was complaining when he fastened my seatbelt, he still did it for me. 

If these were all a dream, then I would like not to wake up and just continue dreaming. 

"Where are we going?" I asked after 20 minutes of driving and we're still on the road. 

"You will know when we get there." He said glancing at me before turning his eyes on the road. "But for now, relax and if you want you can turn on the music."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, we just have to wait another 20 minutes before we get there."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Just kidding."

"Danie----ohh!" I stopped immediately and bite my lips when he glanced at me. "What should I call you if you don't want me to call you by your name?"

"Call me sweetheart, love, honey pie, darling, cupcake, sugar, honeybunch, or whatever you want, it will be fine with me."

I can't help but stare and laugh at him. Did I hear those words from him? Did he just mention those corny endearments? 

"Seriously, you want me to call you honeybunch, sugar and cupcake? When did you start being corny? I didn't know you're also a fan of those affectionate names, Daniel Kelley?"

-'Oops!'-

I straightened my seat as soon as his name came out of my lips. I immediately looked away from him and pretended I didn't mention it again.. 

"Why did you stop, sweetheart? Don't worry, I won't kiss you right now. I will only count them until we get there."

I just rolled my eyes, ignoring his statement. 

He continued driving until we stopped in front of a large gate with a view of a beach behind. 

"Wow!" I muttered in awe and I turned to him. "What are we doing here?"

"This is our family's private resort." He smiled and leaned forward to unbuckle my seatbelt. 

"I know how to do that." I said trying to hold the lock but he swatted my hand. 

"I know, but I want to do it."

"Fine. But you haven't answered my question, what are we doing here?"

"I just want to relax and to show you something."

"What is it?"

"You will know when we----"

"When we get there?" I was the one who continued what he was about to say. 

"Yes." He chuckled and pinched the tip of my nose. "Let's go."

We were greeted by the guard when we got off the car. 

"Good evening, Sir. It's been a long time since you visited here, Mr. Kelley. And at that time you were with your sister, but now you're with your beautiful girlfriend."

"Yeah, it's been a while since I've been here. But anyway, this beautiful woman here with me isn't my girlfriend." He said, placing his hand on my lower back. 

"Sir?" The guard seemed confused

"Tim, this is Sophia, my wife."

"Whoah! But we haven't heard you get married?"

"Well, it's a private ceremony and we didn't announce it in public."

"Ahh..." He said, nodding. "By the way, congratulations, Sir and mam Sophia."

"Thank you, Tim."

He took my hand and intertwined it with his as we walked alongside the shore.