Amanda Alexander returns to Saint Vincent and the Grenadines with fire in her heart and a dream finally within reach. Fresh from the University of the Eastern Caribbean, she steps into her coveted role as an Accounting Lecturer at the St. Vincent In...
I scanned the parking lot, searching for Anisha's car, but none of the vehicles matched hers. Guess I was a lot earlier than I thought, which was surprising for me. I opened WhatsApp, and suddenly, a flurry of messages from a group chat flooded in. I had completely forgotten that Anisha had given my number to the trainer to add me. I groaned inwardly. Group chats were always a mess of chaotic chatter, yet, out of habit, my eyes skimmed through the blur of messages.
However, just as I was trying to make sense of the back-and-forth, a flash of sleek black caught my eye. I looked up, my gaze drawn to a 2020 BMW X6M gliding effortlessly into the space beside me. Its polished exterior gleamed under the sunlight, and the deep, glossy shade of the car's body seemed to swallow the daylight. For a moment, I forgot about the group chat, my attention fully absorbed by the vehicle. There was something about the quiet power the car exuded. It wasn't just a car; it was a statement. I couldn't help, but sit and admire it.
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I stared at the car in sheer awe, unable to tear my eyes away. It was one of my dream cars—the sleek, powerful 2020 BMW X6M. The kind of car I'd fantasized about owning but knew deep down that a bitch like me could never afford, especially not on the kind of salary I was getting. It felt almost cruel to admire something I could never touch. The heavily tinted windows kept the mystery of the driver hidden, and for a moment, I let myself imagine who could possibly be behind the wheel of this beast.
I had just begun to lose myself in the thought of it, imagining what it would be like to own something so luxurious, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a car door opening. I snapped my head away, my heart still thudding in my chest as I buried my face in my phone, desperate not to get caught staring. I pressed play on Anisha's voice note, trying to focus on her words, but that's when it happened.
A sharp, sudden knock on my window.
I jumped so violently that a scream tore from my throat, my body jerking like I had just been struck by lightning. My phone flew from my hands, landing with a soft thud under the passenger seat.
"What the fuck?!" I yelped, my voice laced with panic, my pulse hammering in my ears.
I whipped around, fury bubbling in my chest, ready to yell at whoever dared to pull that stunt. However, when my eyes met his, the anger died in my throat, replaced by shock, confusion, and... something else. My jaw dropped.
There he was. The same guy I had seen at Tree House that night, standing just outside my window, a cocky smirk danced on his lips. What the hell was he doing here?
His knuckles tapped against the glass one more time before he motioned for me to roll down the window. His smirk stretched into a full, playful smile, and when the barrier of glass finally slid down, his pearly whites gleamed at me. I felt my face heat up, wishing I could just melt into the seat and disappear. I couldn't stop the flush that rushed to my cheeks. My pulse quickened, my mind going dizzy with the overwhelming sensation of being caught off guard. There was something about him, something that made me feel like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, and I was too afraid to look down.
