Penchant Love for Miss Criminal (Completed)

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

I open my mouth but there's no word came out I was star struck by his mesmerizing beauty.

He look at the mirror and stare at me with confusion "Hey!" he snapped out.

I move forward so I can level our face "Oy I'm sorry but can you drive me to Willis Building?" I ask while staring at his lips, don't get me wrong i'm not pervert.

"No, I want you out of my car," he said, but Jeremy Luke the idiot knocks on the window before I can respond.

I take my chopstick from my bag and point to the corner of the car's window, saying, "I'll break this window if you don't start the engine," then I face palm to appear more serious.

"You can't do it," he said confidently, "Well, you don't know me." I smirked at him and raised my hand in the air, about to push the chopstick, but he drove the car and I lean back because of the sudden movement.

"To where?" he asks, clearly irritated.

"To Willis Building, please," I replied flatly.

I just stare at the floor of the car as my tears fall from my eyes. I'm not sure how long I cry in the back, but he just announces that I've arrived.

"I'm not going to pay you because you're not a taxi or an Uber," I said as I walked out of his car.

I went inside and straight to the elevator, then to the third floor. I have a room on the third floor, but it is not where I sleep, it is where I let my anger out, the room is soundproof thanks to my father and the room has one room that is full of vase and other breakable items, and the living room is full of painting supplies. When I opened the door, the scent of paint greeted me. I walk into the room, turn on the music, and start throwing things and shouting.

"F-ck you Luke!"

"Curse you to death you d-ck head."

"Aaarrggghhhh!" I said the curl up in the floor, I reach for something and throw while crying.

"Do I deserve this?" I ask to my self.

"H-How can he d-do it to m-me?" I yelled in frustration, grabbed some objects to throw, but there were none left, so I stood up and threw the chair against the wall. I walk out of that room, but I step on some glass.

"Ow sh-t!" I saw blood coming out of my feet. I laughed hard and broke into tears. I went to the kitchen to grab some glass, then I caught the blood using a cup. I cleaned my wound with water and put some cloth on it. Then I walked through the living room with one foot.

I began to paint a child curled on the ground and she's crossing her arms in her chest and her face is half burried, then used my blood as tears and lipstick to represent what I said to Luke, but it is not his blood.

"Beautiful," a baritone voice said. I looked at him to see the man who drove me here, and he was staring at me, yes, I'm assuming he's looking at me, but my painting was beside me, so I could not really tell if it was me or the painting.

"What are you doing here?" I inquire, my brow furrowed.

"You left your wallet," he said, showing me my wallet, which I grabbed and stared at him blankly.

"How did you know the..." he interrupted me.

"I'm not stupid," he said as he walked away, and I didn't get a chance to thank him.

I called my brother, James, to come pick me up after I finished my painting.

I just say, "Pick me up."

"Why would I?" Even if I don't see him, I can tell he's furrowing his brow.

"Because I say so," I stated unequivocally.