Micah

I giggled slightly as I tapped on the app. Mr Lyon's annoyed and impatient face was one which I couldn't give up for the world.

It was nice to make him suffer for a change, even though I didn't understand why he disliked fun so much.

I wasn't joking when I said he was gorgeous, but a gorgeous face with a horrible personality was nothing.

"Here we are." I announced dropping my phone on the desk.

"The app has a list of numbers from one - forty five. You'll pick a number then I'll pick. Whichever number I pick, you have to answer and whichever you pick, I'll answer." I explained the process to him.

He nodded staring at my phone.
"How would you lose?"

"You can't." I replied with a shrug. "We'll keep playing till we get tired.

He was quiet for some seconds, before finally nodding.

"let's begin!" I switched off my phone waiting for him to choose a number.

"Twelve." He spoke after some seconds of silence.

"Twelve?" I said stretching my hand to the desk to pick up my phone.

Twelve.

It was an easy one.

"Micah Mabelle Harlan. That's my full name." I leaned on the chair after answering.

I was next, all I needed was luck. I had no control of the question I was going to ask and I could only hope it wasn't extreme.

"Thirty four." I watched Mr Lyon as he reached for my phone and glanced at the questions.

His eyebrows shut up as he looked at me, then my phone.

He dropped the phone back on the desk.

"Doggy style, I guess."

I immediately became alarmed as he said that.

I reached out for my phone and stared at the question thirty four.

What's your favorite sex position?

The hair at the back of my neck stood immediately as I could feel my cheeks burning up.

Doggy style? Why Doggy style? Of all did it have to be Doggy style? I really need to stop saying Doggy style.

"Seven." Mr Lyons voice suddenly sounded so deep and....

I stepped on my foot and pinched my hand, punishing myself for allowing all the thoughts that flooded my mind after hearing his voice right now, gain room.

"Oh," my voice cracked as I stared at seven.

'Last time you cried and what caused it.'

I chuckled nervously as I stared at the question.

If I was being truthful, for the past few days, Mr Lyon had been the reason for my tears but I couldn't tell him that.

"Yesterday. I watched a really sad movie so I cried."

Mr Lyon stared at Number seven which he he had just asked me.

I gulped quietly. I was next, I needed to be guided else I'd feel mortified again.

That's when it came to me, number one!

It was a starting point so it'd be an easy one.

"One"

Mr Lyon stared at my phone, his gaze darkened.

I had to compliment though, he looked like a masterpiece sitting against the glass walls.

The skies were navy blue, almost black. It came in contrast with his face bringing out the beauty of his eyes.

His pale green eyes, that was something I'll always love about this arrogant heartless frog.

His beautiful eyes that can be mistaken for grey if not looked at carefully. His breathtaking set of eyes.

"1st December." He spoke out.

I batted my eyes at him for a second before finally remembering our game.

"Oh," I stretched out my hand grabbing my phone. Number one was....

'Birthday?'

Mr Lyons birthday was first of December. It was.....tomorrow.

"Your birthday is tomorrow?" I asked but didn't get a reply.

"Fifteen." He called out with folded arms, I reached for my phone to check the question.

'Kiss or hug?'

"A hug. Or, maybe just a kiss on the forehead. That represents love and respect, not lust."

Mr Lyon stared at me with a blanc expression before finally nodding.

I was already regretting suggesting to play the game. The game is full of laughs and nervous laughter. I wasn't supposed to feel strange after answering a question. I wasn't suppose to expect a reaction from him, but I did.

"Twenty." I blurted out. I didn't take the time to think of the question. I just said it.

"No." Mr Lyon was precise and straight forward.

What!?

I stared at my phone displeased, nothing was working out for me in this game.

Number Twenty : ' Wanna Kiss me?'

Of course he'd say 'No', I didn't want to kiss him either, I'd never dream of doing it.

"Two" Mr Lyon spoke out with a slight yawn.

'Worst mistake'

I thought about it for a brief moment. I'd made a lot of mistakes this past week but which was my worst?

Was it placing my family's money on a deal? Not walking out of the deal when I had so many opportunities? Or was it, sleeping with Zion?

"Umm..." I trailed off. "Not ordering deep fried chicken when I had the choice yesterday."
I joked about it.

Mr Lyon seemed unimpressed with my answer but said nothing.

"Thirty two." I spoke next.

"We'll never be in that situation." Mr Lyon spoke after looking into my phone.

His odd answer immediately caused me to glance at my phone.

'If you ever see me naked, what would you do?"

My eyes slightly widened as I bit my lips.

"Five." He spoke again.

'Best Color'

Pft, it was an easy one.

"Wisteria." I replied stretching my hands.

"Thirty four." I said.

My Lyon glanced at my phone.

''Working."

I stared at the question.

'What do you like doing most in the world?'

This was getting a little annoying. How could he like working the most.

"Like your favorite thing. Like a hobby. Your hobby can't be working." I protested but he ignored.

"Eleven." He said.

'Age'

"I'm twenty four." I answered nonchalantly. I was about calling another number when he spoke out.

"Don't lie Miss Harlan. You're atleast Thirty."

"I'm not lying." I argued.

Why was he such a douche?

"Whatever you say." He sounded
Unconvinced but I didn't care whether he believed me or not.

"Forty one." I called another question, his gaze landed on my phone. He stared at my phone for a while before shifting his gaze to me.

"I'm tired now. Let's call it a day." He said opening a file.

"But you haven't answered the question. I stared at number forty one.

'Have you ever been madly in love with someone, the person becomes your world?'

He ignored me completely as I scoffed and walked to a sofa, just like that, our game was over.

He had a questioning look in his eyes as I sat on the sofa.

Did I really owe him an explanation?

"Its late. I can't go back now. Wake me up when you're leaving." I sat on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest cuddling myself.

Strands of my hair fell down my face, it was cozy and warm in his office.

My eyes began to shut slowly as I gave Into sleep. I was so tired but had to resume for an early shift tomorrow.

"Once." Mr Lyon blurted out. I didn't bother looking up again as my senses welcomed sleep that was fast approaching.

As I drifted further into sleep, I couldn't help but wonder if he was answering my question previously asked.

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