HIS BUTTERFLY {RU AND ART}
Ep::03::
The ride to the café was tense, the air in the car thick with Arthur's frustration.
Arthur Morris
How ridiculous.(sharp ice tone) Changing the meeting place last minute — to a damn café? I'm not going.❄️
Nashi(Arthur's assistant)
B-But sir, it's an important meeting. The CEO insisted, and—(voice trembling)
Arthur Morris
(pinched the bridge of his nose) Fine. But if this is a waste of my time, I'll —
The threat remain unfinished as the car come to a halt. The café was small, kept away from the bustle of city.
Arthur Morris
(stepped inside the café)(eyes narrowed)
Not a single soul but a barista who scurried to the back at the sight of him.
Arthur Morris
(eyes stopped on something or someone)
Rusha Mitchell
(sleeping near the window, head resting on folded arms)
Most of her face was hidden by the flower base.
Arthur Morris
(breath hitched)(moved subconsciously, steps slow and soundless, until he was close enough to her)
Arthur Morris
(stared at her)
Rusha Mitchell
(felt gaze)(eyelashes fluttered, slowly open her eyes) What?
Rusha Mitchell
(voice a little husky) Are you following me?(a slow smirk crept up to her face)
Arthur Morris
(face red, smiling like a love-struck fool) I—no—
Nashi(Arthur's assistant)
(jaw dropped to the floor)" is this world going to end? The Arthur Morris blushed and stuttered? And that also twice in a day."
Rusha Mitchell
(chuckled)(stretch her body with grace)(rest her head on palm)
Rusha Mitchell
So, I take it you're the one causing trouble for my company?
Arthur Morris
(brain short-circuited)"The CEO —she—oh."
For the first time in a very long time, Arthur Morris was utterly, hopelessly at a loss.
Arthur Morris, a man who had built his empire on power and fear, stood frozen like a fool before her. His mind was still catching up to the realization that she—Miss Butterfly—were the CEO he had been scheduled to meet.
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(came to her with coffee in his hand)
Arthur Morris
(eyes flickered to Griege as he walked to her, and slide down the coffee with familiar ease towards her)
Arthur Morris
"Her boyfriend?"
Something sharp twisted in his chest, an unfamiliar, unwelcome sensation clawing its way through his ribs. His fists clenched at his sides before he could stop them, his entire body stiffening with an irritation he had no right to feel.
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(turned to him with a polite smile) Would you like something to drink, Mr. Morris?
Arthur Morris
No.(word colder than ice)
Rusha Mitchell
(lazily trace the rim of the coffee mug) Arthur, you look tense. You sure you don't need something sweet to calm your nerve?(smirk)
Arthur Morris
(jaw ticked) I don't have a sweet tooth.
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(chuckled)
Rusha Mitchell
(took a slow sip)What a shame?
Arthur had never wanted to wipe a smirk off someone’s face more in his entire life.
Arthur Morris
(trying to compose himself)
Rusha Mitchell
(placed the coffee down)So, about our meeting, Mr. Morris.
Arthur Morris
(barely heard her, whole concentration on her secretary)
Arthur barely heard her. His eyes flicked to her secretary again, taking in the subtle details—how close he stood to her, the way his body angled slightly toward her as if it was second nature.
Arthur Morris
(forcing his attention back to her) You certainly have an... unconventional way of conducting business.
Rusha Mitchell
(lips twitched) And yet, here you are.
She's dangerous. Not in the way he was used to— not in the way his enemies were. And he hated it.
Rusha Mitchell
So, Arthur, tell me— are we doing business today, or did you come here just to glare at my secretary?
Arthur Morris
(choked)"secretary?"
Arthur Morris
(pulls chair, and he sat down) Let's get this over with.
Rusha Mitchell
(eyes glow with victory) Good boy.
Arthur Morris
(barely held himself back from knocking the table over)
The words echoed in his head, looping like a cursed melody he couldn’t shut off. His face burned—an unfamiliar heat creeping up his neck. He had been called many things in his life—ruthless, cold, merciless—but good boy? Never.
Arthur Morris
Let's keep this professional.(voice rougher than intended)
Rusha Mitchell
(tilt head innocently) Oh? Were we not being professional?
Arthur Morris
(glare at Griege)
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Uh?(thinks to himself)" w-why is he glaring at me? Madam is the one who is toying with him."
Arthur Morris
(couldn't bring himself to glare at his butterfly)
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Uh, should I...?(motioned towards the door)
Arthur Morris
(almost nodded)" Yes leave. Get out."(is what he wanted to say)
Rusha Mitchell
Go ahead, I'll handle this.
As soon as Griege left, her work mode on.
Rusha Mitchell
The terms of the deal— I don't like them.
Arthur Morris
(blinked, momentarily thrown off) Excuse me?
Rusha Mitchell
Your proposal is too one-sided. My company takes all the risk while yours reaps most of the benefits.
Arthur Morris
(narrowed his eyes) Business is about leverage, not fairness.
Rusha Mitchell
(smiles) That's such a boring way to think.
Arthur Morris
It's the way deals are made.
Rusha Mitchell
Not this one.
Arthur Morris
And what exactly do you want, then?
Rusha Mitchell
(eyes sharp) A better deal.
Arthur Morris
(respect the way you handle him- I mean the deal) If I adjust the terms, what do I get in return?
Rusha Mitchell
That depends. What do you want, Arthur?
Arthur Morris
(stared at her for minute)(for the very first time he didn't know what he wants)
Arthur Morris
(after thinking for some time) I want guarantees.
Rusha Mitchell
(slightly amused) Guarantees?
Arthur Morris
That this deal benefits me as much as it does you.
Rusha Mitchell
(tilts head) Oh, Arthur. Everything about this is going to benefit you.
Arthur Morris
(his muscles ticked) Be specific.
Rusha Mitchell
How about this? I'll agree to your terms if...(leaned closer)
Rusha Mitchell
If you grant me one favor in return.
Arthur Morris
What kind of favor?
Rusha Mitchell
(smiles) You'll find out when the time comes.
Arthur Morris
(eyes locked onto hers) Fine. One favor. But if I don't like it—
Rusha Mitchell
You will. And that is the fun part.(stand up, dusting off her coat)
Rusha Mitchell
Send the contract to my company tomorrow.(turned to leave)
Arthur Morris
Wait.(clenched his fists, hating the unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his heart) Your name.
Rusha Mitchell
(glanced over her shoulder)(a mischievous smirk on her face) If destiny allows......(words hung in the air as she walked out of the cafe)
Arthur Morris
(cursed under his breath)
He'd never felt the urge to strangle and kiss someone so bad in the same breath until now.
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Tijung😜😏😜
Be his fake bf/fiancé for her mom to stop pestering her?!?
2025-04-18
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