met-a-noia

Chapter 1

Tarian's POV:

Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hell! Why is there so much bloody traffic at this time of day? Its fucking 9 in the morning! I hissed as I tried to keep a low profile as I ran past people in the streets of London, the mask I had on was making it easy to mask my appearance. I bumped into figure and it sent both of us to the floor.

I hissed rubbing my arse as I growled, "Oi! Watch it you bloody wanker! Cant you see that I was walk-" before I caught onto the unfortunate soul that I bumped into. Fucking hell... shes a looker for sure. She wore an olive green button up tucked into a black pencil skirt that revealed her long legs and insinuated each dip and curve on her body. She wore a pair of black Louboutins. She's dressed extremely elegant.. I almost feel bad for bumping into her even though she bumped into me. Her eyes were brown, a deep brown but they were entrancing, her skin could only be described as a gorgeous shade of caramel and mocha, her hair was dark and curly, and even though she wore a mask I could tell she was drop dead enchanting.

"Uh, excuse you?", the beautiful woman scoffed as she sat up and looked at me. We both stood up, brushing ourselves off before I noticed her pointed glare. I straightened my back and scoffed, "Excuse you is right, American. You bumped into me, I believe I am owed an apology". I crossed my arms and waited for her to apologize.

I quirked a brow when she stared at me and asked, "What is it? Do you have a screw loose or something love? Im pretty sure what I asked you to do is fairly simp-"

She surged forward, stabbing her finger into my chest so hard it made me wobble back a bit. I looked down at her and chuckled to myself seeing the pure annoyance on her face as she said in a raised voice, "Let me set your ass straight, Brit. YOU should watch where YOU'RE going, not me. I was busy with something, so busy that I couldnt look up in time to swerve your ass! YOU bumped into ME. So, I think you owe ME an apology".

I hummed and tapped my finger to my chin and looked up, as if I was thinking before looking down at her and saying, "Mm no". She mimicked me and said mockingly, "Mm yes". I chuckled patting her head making her swat my hand away angrily, something I ignored before saying, "You really are quite a twit aren't ya? Well, it's probably because you come from America. You lot are the definition of a twit". I relished in the clenching of her fist and frustrated growl before she took a deep breath, probably to calm herself before she said calmly, "Yes I come from America, but I would have you know I am quite educated. And in all honesty arsehole.. YOU are the pure definition of being a complete Git who probably has only heard of American politicians.. because not every American is an idiot".

I smirked and asked, "Is that so?". She nodded proudly and said, "Yep". I shrugged and side stepped her, walking away saying, "Well, this was absolutely cracking but im afraid I dont have time to sit around and argue over something so daft. Therefore I'll take my leave".

"Wait!", her voice echoed behind me as I turned into an alleyway that was part of a hidden short cut to one of my favorite libraries in London: The Colindale Library.  Well isnt she just delicious? I think I'll leave her there since shes quite narked at the moment. Plus, I couldnt afford her little 'disturbance' to waste more time.

I sighed to myself as I walked through the alleyway, turning right onto Bristol avenue. I whistled keeping my head down in case my damned security detail decided to accompany me on this out-of-routine stop at the Library that my aunt and uncle would definitely not be chuffed about.

Once I walked past the bus stop I lifted my head up, my eyes widening when four Bentley limousines parked outside the Library. And of course, Ronaldo, the poor bloke who has had the misfortune to lead my security detail stood outside talking to one of the librarians that worked there. I cursed my luck and quickly walked back towards the bus-stop, covering my head with my hood as I ran before stopping on the corner of Bristol avenue and called over a black cab.