She hates him, absolutely despises him. He doesn't even know of her existence, but somehow fate decided to pair them together and now they're going to have to convince everyone they're engaged.
"So, flower girl, what do you say? Me and you?"
"Make y...
Ah, he's in the sky with diamonds And he's making me crazy (I come alive, alive) All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby Come on, baby, let's ride
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I froze, every part of me goes on pause while my thoughts catch up. My face washed blank with confusion; my brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information from my wide eyes. In my moments of emotional distress, when I realize it will take time for my brain to find the words to adequately express what I was doing.
He wasn't a male model, but he should have been. The lush, brown hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his beauty. His face rarely deceits his emotions but his face is evidently frustrated or perhaps confused. A look of great confusion swept across his face. I'd be confused as well if a crazy lady was ruining my car.
Razor-sharp nose, fixed to a broad, sparsely wrinkling emotionless face. Eyes with a grilling gaze, enough to freeze even the warmest of hearts. He stood tall, like the sarcastic monstrosity, he utters with every word he speaks. Well, isn't it expected, if he is the youngest CEO of the most consistent names in the architecture business?
"What the hell are you doing?" He let out a loud growl of annoyance, my pulse raced, and I breathed heavily, almost as if I would burst. I could clearly see his muscles grow tense and he cracked his knuckles. His body temperature rose, and I could practically feel his blood boiling. A vein from his neck popped out and he yelled directly at me.
I'm so fucked.
He stepped out of the car and came to my side of the car; he clenches his jaw as soon as his eyes discovered the masterpiece, I left him. "Are you fucking insane?" his eyes find mine and I'm practically drowning in anxiety.
"I'm not insane, you're the insane one" I reply stuttering a bit, I have no idea how I'm going to escape this. He snaps his neck at me suddenly, he furrows his brows.
"You, you're the girl who ruined my speech." His deep voice rattles me, he points a finger at me accusingly. My mind no longer is thinking straight, I'm so utterly mad at everyone.
"Okay? I don't give a shit. I'll do it again," I feel my face get hot, but I learned throughout my many years to never take a man's shit, especially spoiled rich ones.
His eyes clench shut and huff out an angry sigh, "Do you have any fucking idea who I am?"
I hate men. And I fucking hate him.
"Yes, I know you're a spoiled bratty bitch who gets daddy's money. And a pathetic liar" I shout out insults.
His cold gaze finds my eyes, he's shocked, he's mad and he's about to fucking kill me.
"Watch your mouth you sly little bitch, learn your place when talking to me." He says through clenched teeth.
