A picture of what Hugh's favorite spot in the park looks like.

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Before we both could come up with something, the waiter reappeared with our to-go drinks in hand. I grabbed my vanilla latte and stood up from my seat. Hugh got his drink and looked at me with a serious expression.

"Can we just forget what had happened and what I said? I still would like to take you to my favorite spot in the park," he offered softly, though the tension on his shoulder was evident.

It felt different as I looked at Hugh's expression. I never saw him in any less enthusiastic expression even though we were fighting. He has a constant smug look on his face whatever the circumstances come his way. But at the moment, he looked dead serious. I couldn't help shiver at the cold sets of blue eyes staring at me.

"Okay. But we aren't yet done talking," I nodded stiffly in reply.

"And you are one to talk. You've always wanted to avoid this topic before." His rigid face lightened up a little as he gave me a small smile.

"Well lead the way." I gestured ahead of him towards the inner part of the park.

He walked on ahead as he allowed me to trail behind him. I scanned the surrounding and glanced back at the café. I let out a sigh when I saw that there weren't bystanders sitting outside with us. From the topic we were talking, it would be embarrassing that we had a witness from our little outbursts.

Hugh continued walking towards the man-made pond in the middle of the park. The silence between us took some of the edge off from out little banter a few minutes ago. I knew that I would avoid the topic as much as I can before. But now that I had the other party talking, I want to talk about it now. He never once approached me for the past two years. Not a message or even asked anyone to pass along the apology that I wanted to hear. Nothing. My rage slowly builds up for his indifference. And now, he suddenly appeared in my life like what he did two years ago didn't happened.

I tore my eyes away from the back of his head and glanced around the park. There weren't many visitors in sight, which made the park looked abandoned. And it settled on me that we were mostly alone. I slowed down my pace as I placed a little distance from Hugh. In a few seconds, he stopped and turned to face me. I was a good two meters away from him.

"Why are you walking so far behind?" he called out as he stood underneath a huge oak tree with a wooden benched seated underneath it. He waved his hand as he urged me to move faster.

I quickly jogged towards him as I watched him sat on the wooden bench. "Is this the place? I thought it would be a little private or something," I trailed off as I turned away from him and face the view across the tree.

The bench was shaded by the oak tree, which shielded us from the sunlight. The pond and the trees surrounding us help gave a cold breeze as I slowly sat down beside him. The view was peaceful and breathtaking. It almost felt like we were the only people inside the park. And then, I faintly heard a high-pitched laughter across the pond as a group of children with the parent's came out and play.

"So, what do you think?" Hugh asked as he finally broke the calming silence.

"Nice spot," I replied with a smile.

"I know you would love it. I remembered when we were in high school at one of our family get together in our vacation house, you would go to the late and sat at the middle of the dock with your feet lightly touching the water. And I kept thinking of joining you, but the look of serene on your face made me stop and just looked at you from afar," he admitted softly behind me.

"I missed going to your vacation house. I thought nobody noticed me going there," I shyly pointed out.

"I did."

There was another awkward silence between us. It was weird having a normal conversation with Hugh, but at the same time it felt natural.

"I wanted to formally say that I am sorry for what I did. I wanted to run after you when you walked out of the reception hall, but your grandfather was pissed at me, and so as most of my family. Jon wouldn't even look at me in the eyes for weeks. My mother gave me a good scolding and my father about to disown me. It wasn't you that was humiliated that night. It was me. But I'm sorry to have put you in such a situation."

I looked at him in surprised. He was apologizing sincerely, something I wouldn't fit in his characteristic if someone who ask me to describe him. It was a side of him I hadn't seen at all.

"Who are you and what did you do to Hugh Burns?" I asked in suspicion as I studied his face.

His serious face finally cracked as he started laughing. "And you still think I'm taking bullshit here," he mumbled breathlessly in between laughs.

"You know you sounded like a wimp right now," I retorted with a grin.

He shook his head in disbelief as he slowly breath in slowly to calm himself down. He sighed and wiped an invisible tear from his eyes before he started talking again.

"I hope you would accept my apology seriously, but I wouldn't mind waiting. It did take me two years to gather enough courage to see you again."

"So I would guess that you took this job because of this," I assumed coyly.

"Partly, yes, but I only took it since my father insisted that I should man up and talk to you again," he agreed with sarcasm and snickered.

"I still don't believe that bullshit about you liking me. Maybe you are just jealous that I took most of your brother's attention from you," I suggested teasingly, wiggling my eyebrow in amusement.

Hugh blinked his eyes a couple of times before a smug look crossed his face. He was back to his old self. "What do I need to do in order for you to believe me?" he asked in challenge.

My smile fell as I stared at him in confusion. "You don't have to do anything. Don't joke around, Hugh. I accept the apology, but don't joke about having a crush on me. That is just sick," I snorted in slight disgusted.

"Okay, now you are ruining my ego," he placed a hand on his chest while looking hurt.

I stood up from the bench and let out a little grunt. "Okay. We are not done here. We talked and I think I will forgive you. So let's head back now. I feel queasy."

"Okay. I'll call Russell," he said and got up from his seat as he pulled out his phone from the front pocket of his jeans.

There was tension on our walk back. I kept on glancing up towards him as we walked side by side. He had a poker face on while looking straight ahead on us. As we got to the main exit of the park, he jogged away from me as the car pulled up on front of us. He opened the passenger door when I reach him. I got in without a word and moved further on the other side to give him space to seat. But he didn't follow me inside. I turned around in time the door closed and he opened the front passenger door.

I gaped at him and watched as he sat in front. Russell broke the silence with a brief greeting before he drove us back to the hotel. I opened my mouth to start a conversation but closed them again when I didn't think of anything. What was I going to say? He already told me what he wanted to say and I had forgiven him.

Before I could open my mouth again, the car stopped and parked in front of the hotel. Hugh quickly got out and opened the door for me. When he looked up and say where I sat, his eyes grew wide in surprise. I stared at him for a second before sliding towards the other side of the car and got out.

"Thank you for today. It was interesting," I mumbled softly enough that no bystanders could hear me.

"I hope you'll have it in you to believe what I said," he replied as he closed the door behind me.

I didn't turn around and continued walking towards the lobby of the hotel. In that moment, I thought he had finally felt me alone. As I entered the elevator, I was startled at the sight of him quickly closing the closed button of the elevator to keep anyone from entering the lift.

"I can't wait that long. I will help you remember," he stated almost angrily as he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me towards his chest.

I looked up at him in shock as I tried to understand the situation. I was too stunned to react. And before I knew it, his lips crushed down onto mine. I heard myself gasped lightly in reaction to the situation. At first, the kiss was soft and sweet as he glazed his tongue lightly on my button lip. I reacted out of instinct and opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. And then, it became primal like a spark was ignited.

I faintly register his both of his hands around me as he pushed me on the cold metal wall. Automatically my hands looped around his neck as I reached to hair and clutched it into a first while he ravage my mouth. I wasn't aware of my surrounding but only the sensation my body was feeling. I felt hot and then cold as a shiver run down my body. In the pit of my stomach, there was a fire that was slowly burning and waiting to be extinguished.

In the background, I heard the elevator pings as we reached our floor. Hugh's lips were trailing down my jawline and up towards my ear.

"I will let you make this call," he whispered breathlessly.

"My room, in the bed, now," I commanded in the same tone.

He let out a groan as he grabbed my wrist and stopped the elevator doors form closing. He pulled me out of the lift and guided me quickly towards the room. When my body was finally away from his, my consciousness slowly moved towards the front of my brain. I stared the back of Hugh's head as he continued guiding me. As we reach the room, he fumbled his pocket to get the key out. I chuckled at his frantic actions.

"What?" he asked shyly after he finally opened the room on his third try.

"Nothing," I replied with another chuckle before he closed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked teasingly as he hoisted me up, making me squeal in surprise.

"What are you doing? Put me down, Hugh!" I warned breathlessly. A small smile escaped my stunned expression.

He slid me back down on his body until my face was level with each other and our lips were inches apart. "What if I say no?" he challenged.

I opened my mouth for a comeback but nothing came out. I was too busy being mesmerized by his beautiful blue eyes that were filled with lust for me. I leaned in and allowed out lips to touch lightly before pulling away. I felt him suck in a nervous breath as his arms tightened around me.

"I can't take this foreplay anymore. We are taking this to the bedroom or so help me I might do you in this floor," he groaned in defeat as he carried me hastily towards the bedroom.

I laughed at his words as I allowed him to carry me. When we reached the room, I squealed in both nervousness and delight as he threw me down on top of the sheets. I stared up at his figure standing over me while he took off his V-neck shirt, giving me the first look of his toned chest. I couldn't get my eyes off him. My heart lunched into a faster rhythm as my body throbbed and yearned for his touch.

All the while as he stripped, Hugh never took his piercing blue eyes off me. It set the mood as I squirmed underneath his gaze. Slowly, he crawled on top of me. His warmth radiating towards me even though his body hadn't touched mine. I went rigid when we came face to face; those luscious lips were near mine.

"Why are you still dressed?" he asked smugly as I felt his hands trailing up my right leg, folding me around his hips.

I kept on blinking as I stared at him. I was at lost for words. His warm breath was caresses my cheeks, making me flush some more. And then, I stopped breathing for a second when I felt his hands reached the hem of my undergarment. I felt my body heating up where his hands had been.

"Do you want this?" he asked softly as he kept his hands, his face, and his body still.

"I want you, now," I replied back breathlessly in need.

Before I could say more, his lips crushed down on mine with a primal groan. I felt a shiver run throughout my body as the sound. I faintly heard a moan coming out of my mouth but it was muffled by his kiss.

After that, everything was sensation. All I felt were his lips, his hands, and his body on top of me. I couldn't find words in the heat of the moment. I could only let out a stifled moan and sighed as he worked my body into a feverish temperature. His lips were everywhere; his hands caressed and praised my body. I felt fragile yet sexy and fierce at the same time. He made me feel rather than think as he made love to me.

I didn't know what time it was as we lay under the sheets, tangled in each other's embrace. We were both naked and spent after the third time we did it. And every time, I felt like I was in heaven with him.

"So, does this means I can take you out on a date as my girlfriend?" Hugh asked raspily, breaking the peaceful Zen we were in.

"Who said about being your girlfriend?" I moved a little away from him to look at his face in mock confusion.

He had his arms around me, keeping me in pace as I lay half on my body on his chest. He squeezed me slightly in warning before he replied.

"Do I have to make it clear to you again?" he challenged as I felt a stirring underneath the leg where it was placed above his crotch.

I laughed at his ability to go at it again. I was not in the mood for round four. I felt sore after the third time. "No. You already made it clear. But it wouldn't be hard to ask me on a date and to be your girlfriend," I chuckled and placed my head back on his chest.

I felt his chest vibrate as he laughed with me. "Okay then," he started and cleared his throat before he continued. "Ms. Newman, would you like to go on a date with me and be my girlfriend?" he asked playfully.

"I will say yes on the first and I don't know about the second," I replied and grinned evilly.

"You don't want to be my girlfriend?" he asked worriedly as he pulled me away from him to get a better look on his face.

"I was joking, Hugh," I rolled my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. "I'm tired of playing tag with you for the past seven years."

"Seven years? Isn't it two years to be exact?"

I blushed when I understood what I had said. I lay my head down on his chest to cover my face. He lightly tugged me away from him to look at me. "Why seven years?" he probed.

"I started liking you since that elevator ride we had seven years ago, you know which one," I mumbled shyly. My face was heating up in my admission. I never told him that I liked him.

"So, before - two year ago, you were already in love with me?" he asked, looking at me for confirmation.

"Well, I wouldn't call it falling in love," I countered hesitantly, trying to skirt out of the topic.

Suddenly, his hand cupped my face as he kissed me hungrily and then let me go to ask me another question. "Why didn't you say anything then?"

"You were being an ass," I replied with distaste though there was hardly any anger in my voice.

He laughed at my reply before he pulled me again for another kiss. If we weren't both stubborn back then, this could have taken off right at the time I fell in love with him.

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A/N: Hey everyone! I updated as promised.

I don't really know what to say on the part with the - uhm - scene there. That might be the only thing I can do in terms of writing erotic things. If you read my other story, How to Date Mr. Mogul, writing erotic things give me a headache. hahaha...

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We are almost there and this is not yet the beautiful ending you expect.

I will be updating next week.

Have an awesome week and Happy reading!