"See I'm a human just like you." He said but I just stared back unable to find my voice.
There it was, the face behind the mask. The one which had kept me fantasizing of its appearance.
It was said that no one has ever seen the face behind his mask. Not even his manager had.
He was incredibly handsome. No wonder he always had a mask on for he didn't want unnecessary attention on his face.
I stared back at those clear blue eyes which seemed to pull me in. But why? Why did my opinion about him matter to him? When he even has a new girlfriend.
Had he shown his face to his new girlfriend. The one the audience believed he had looked at with so much love in his eyes from the stage?
Tilting my head to the side, I reach out my hand to his face.
"May I?" Without nodding yes or no, he grabbed my hand, directing it on his face. His eyes on mine, as if searching for a reaction.
I traced my fingers on his face. His skin was smooth and blemish except for a scar by his right brow. It was so close to his eye that if it was any closer, he might have gone blind.
"So close, so close…" I murmured.
"What happened?" Unable to hide my curiosity, I asked. But when I raised my face to meet him, he just stood there without a word.
Had I overstepped? I tried to pull my hand off but he held it instead.
As if he could read my thoughts, he said, "It is okay. I used to get most of those as a kid. I would get bullied and teased too. It used to be longer."
Even though his words sounded sad, he spoke lightly as if he was just talking about today's weather.
My heart ached for him. I should never have asked him about the scar. I just reminded him of an unpleasant memory.
Pointing to the scar, he said "I got it many years ago. I was 10 then. They said it was an accident."
"Who said that?"
He smiled "You really are a curious one, aren't you?"
My cheeks burned. I looked away from his gaze.
"Enough about me. Let's get you some material for the autograph?" I nodded and we walked back.
When we got to the door, he slid his card on the monitor and it beeps. The door opened almost immediately.
"Lady first." He said.
I smiled and stepped inside the room. It was cool and dark, making me pause on my steps.
As if reading my mind Dirk switches on the light, illuminating the room.
The room was neat, reflecting, almost sparkling. Its arrangements reminds of Bryce's.
I turned just in time to see Dirk put something into a drawer in a swift move. It must be something personal.
"Are you just going to stand there?" He asked when he noticed that I just stood looking around.
He walked to the window and opened the curtains to reveal the buzzing lights from the city.
"This is my personal room." He said. As if telling a secret, he whispered with his hand over the left side of his lip, "I own the building." And then wink. He looked especially hot when he did.
Dirk was not from Guix city nor did he live in it. I am certain that this was his first time in Guix city but how come he owned the clubhouse when he just arrived today?
"Here." He opened his palm to reveal a silver necklace. It had a butterfly on its base as its design. It was the latest edition of Yuge. It looked simple yet classic. I knew it would cost at least a million dollars.
"You don't like it?" He asked when I didn't collect it. "Come on, have it. It's yours now." He grabbed my hand and put it.
I loved it.
I had asked dad to get it for me but he hired a designer from Cartier brand to design a whole different design for me. Went on to state that the Gray family should never settle for what is meant for commoners.
It wasn't just for commoners. But dad just dislikes it whenever I bring up the name of the brand.
I smile like a child who just won a candy. The butterfly design on it even made it even more appealing. I have always loved butterflies. Its free way of living contrary to mine.
"Thank you!" I said. I meant it. I bet he could see it too from my eyes.
"It's nothing serious. The designer is my friend."
I wasn't surprised. He is a known figure whose music is known throughout the whole continent. I know that well.
"Come let's have dinner," He urged. "I haven't eaten, have you?" Just then the door ding.
"That must be the delivery." He said heading to the door. Delivery? When had he placed one?
My eyes flew to my phone. It was past 10:00pm. Has Doctor Addison arrived yet? She would have called me if she had.
Aria had not called too which was unlike her. Maybe Isabella had told her where I was. Wait, Isabella had no idea or did she?
"Do you, by chance , like chocolate cake?" Dirk's voice cut through my thoughts. My eyes flew to his hand. He was carrying a box.
Chocolate cake? That was my favourite. I love chocolate cake. If he hadn't asked I would believe he knew. I nodded eagerly. My grin spread upon my lip, almost touching my ear.
"Come on, let's dig in."
We sat by the small dinner table. The cake was the sweetest I have tasted. Its sweet rich creamy taste reminded me of a brand.
I squinted my eyes to read the name on the box. 'AUBRY'. I will recognise it from anywhere.
It is the combination of the first two letters of my name and Bryce's. Bryce's mum had named it after us. She is a chef and owns one of the biggest baking factory in the country. She would say I motivated her to take it up as a profession.
I took another piece into my mouth
"Do you like it?" I lifted my head to meet him staring at me. Had he been staring for a while?
"I do. Thanks." I answered.
"You are welcome." He smiled back at me.
"Let's play a game," he proposed, "You ask me a question I answer, I'll ask you, and you'll answer. Truthfully."
"If I can't?"
"You eat the cake." Fair. I licked my lips as I remembered the size of the cake still left.
"I'm in." I said. He nodded.
"You go first." I inhaled. I have many questions for him. Which would I ask first?
"How did you get the scar on your eyebrow?"
He smirked. "From a healed wound," he said. "Nice try. Now it's my turn."
"But you didn't answer the question!"
"I did. I got it because I got injured."
"Everyone knows that."
"Yet you had asked." He smiled. He knew what he was doing. He just ignored the question.
"Now it's my turn," He shifted on his seat
.
"How did you become my fan?" I paused. I had not expected him to ask such a question and my answer was even more embarrassing.