A Kiss To Remember..1(A Billionaire Romance) by P.A. Jones, Tracy

gifts.”
    His arms reached and hold my shoulders, and he turned my face to him. “Trisha, it’s not costing me anything. If you are worried about the money, then please don’t be. I earn enough that I can afford this much.” I looked in his eyes; there was sincerity. Still, I couldn’t take the gifts from him.
    “Sorry, I was being rude. I just don’t like gifts in general.”
    “Whatever you want. You can quickly change your clothes at your house and we'll head for dinner.” His words were cold. He was angry with me. He released my shoulders and started walking outside.
    I felt like I own him the real explanation. I didn’t like gifts. He had arranged so many things for me, and I was constantly declining them.
    “I’m sorry, Eyan, but let me tell you real reason…”
    “I’m listening,” he replied dryly.
    I sighed hard. I was opening up to a person after a very long time.
    “The roots belong in my childhood. My father died when I was very young. My mother wasn’t working before that. When he left us, it was difficult. We felt better if we could get a good meal.” That was a real difficult time for me. We had a home, but never had a complete meal. Mom had to work for hours to get us good food. Even the thoughts of that time tore up my insides.”
    “I’m sorry,” he offered.
    “No, those were good times actually. Mom and I were closer to each other. Then Dad’s insurance money flooded in. It was huge for both of us. We were happy and knew at least we wouldn’t have to sleep starving.” I paused. The next part was hard to say. “That time, I was too young to understand anything. A man started coming to our place very frequently. He used to buy lots of gifts for me and Mom. He was the manager where Mom used to work before the insurance money. Gifts mean literally gifts, lots of gifts. Mom fell for him slowly and then he cheated her for money. He ran off with all the money we had and Mom got addicted to drugs.” I exhaled. It was hard to tell this to anyone.
    “Sorry, but now I feel if a man is giving me anything, he is going to take it back in some other ways.” Sometime sharing became so hard.
    Eyan pulled me in his arms and embraced. “I’m so sorry, Trisha. I didn’t know you were holding this much inside you.” He kissed my forehead.
    “Those days taught me to save nickels. And from then on, I hated the people who give too much. I don’t want you to turn into one like the one who cheated my mom. So please…” I pleaded with him, sobbing in his arms.
    “I’m so sorry, but all men are not jerks. You have to trust some.” He held me in his arms for what seemed like an eternity. 
    “Can we go now? I’m hungry,” I asked him, wiping away my tears. As I’d opened up to him, I felt good. I was ready for dinner.
    “Change of plans. Why don’t we get some take-out and enjoy it in the car?” He asked, wiping my face with his thumbs.
    “Why don’t we eat at my house? But only if you leave after the dinner.” I giggled. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stay after dinner.
    “As you wish, lady. I expect nothing but a kiss from you. A kiss to remember our first date.” His eyes darted to my lips. “Has anyone told you that you have most beautiful lips in the world?”
    “Stop flirting and let’s go. I’m dying of hunger.”
    “I bet you eat a lot. There is enough perfect padding on the essential body parts.” His eyes traced my figure.
    “You jerk.” I slapped his chest. “They are called curves, and I worked hard to put them that this past year.”
    “Sorry. You are perfect, woman.” He hugged me gently.
    “Can we go now please?” I made a puppy face; I was really hungry. I didn’t know where it was going as we were not in a relationship, but I liked the way he cared for me, hugged me when I needed one.
    We grabbed burgers on the way home. I didn’t have much to do at my place so we put on a romantic movie.
    I relaxed my head on his shoulder while his arm was curled