Vivienne

7

✧ Vivienne ✧

If I almost orgasmed at the sight of his car, being inside it was a whole other experience. Everything looked classy, from the luxurious-looking seats to the swanky dashboard.

After closing my door he walks over to the driver's seat. As he pulls out of the parking spot, I look out the window at my pitiful car making my anger flare up. I close my eyes to calm myself, there was nothing I could do about it now. But if I saw that low-life, small dick, pea-size-brained pathetic bitch again, I'd be in jail for murder.

On top of my car being fucked, I hadn't found a hook-up.

The music coming from the radio lowers, "If you're worried about the car, don't," I turn to find his eyes focused on the road, "I'll fix it up". I turn to him with a slight frown on my face.

"Why so you can charge me an arm and a leg?" I ask incredulously. I wasn't gonna pay 400 dollars for him to fix my car again.

"Don't be ridiculous," makes a turn with one hand, "I'd give you a discount." This motherfucker.

I open the door without a warning, causing him to instantly lunge to slam it closed. "Are you psychotic? I was kidding, sit your ass down" He growls, his arm still outstretched, allowing me to notice his defined muscles. I wouldn't mind gripping onto those.

"I'm trying to be civil but you make it so fucking hard", I see his tattooed hands clench around the steering wheel and I almost melt. Almost.

"Listen, jizz stain, If we're talking about being civil, you were the one who chose to be a jackass for no apparent reason. I also didn't ask for you're saving, nor did I ask for a ride. So please do me a favour and make up your mind."

Just as the words leave my mouth, I notice the car speeding faster and faster. "Slow down", I demand.

No response.

"I'm not fucking around, slow down," I grow worried.

He presses even further on the gas, his head facing straight ahead.

"Romeo–" I yell. He snaps his head towards me so quickly, the anger that paints his face startling me.

"I don't take orders from little brats who can't keep their foul mouths shut. So don't expect me to be nice Princess", he spits the word, "When your spoiled ass throws tantrums every two fucking minutes" He growls menacingly.

I should be terrified. I'm trapped in a car with a man I barely know. His speeding and yelling intensified the situation. Goosebumps spread along my arms and legs for the wrong reasons and I found myself shying back.

"Nothing to say?" He goads making me tighten my crossed arms. "Don't look so sad baby, I'm sure you'll find something to say," his words make me blush, but I turn away face.

"Shut up", I mumble.

After ten minutes of giving directions, we're finally in front of my apartment. I quickly grab my purse and make a move to open the door when I hear the sound of it locking. I turn around, looking at him with a bored expression.

"What did you want a kiss goodnight?" I ask flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Come to Tony's first thing tomorrow morning, I'll have your car towed tonight." His voice was so soft yet rough, like velvet on stone.

I roll my eyes but nod nevertheless turning away only for him to grab me at the jaw.

"What do you say?" He asks roughly. The urge to say something snarky is almost overpowering. I grit my teeth, heat rising to my cheeks.

"Thank you," I say bitterly. He only nods with a stern look on his face. His dark eyes stare at me so intensely that I feel relief when he unlocks the doors.

I mentally compose myself and rip myself from his grip, quickly getting out of his car and into the safety of my home.

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It was way too hot to be wearing jeans. I was currently sitting in a deck chair fanning myself with the newspaper Tony had read this morning. I had only arrived ten minutes ago, but this heat made it feel like a lifetime.

I hear the door behind me rattle open and then close. Finally, his majesty appears.

"I'm so glad you decided to grace us with your presence," I say a little grumpy due to the heat. He walks right past me shaking his head.

"Get up," he says irritated by my attitude. I roll my eyes deciding to stay put. This aggravated him even further as he stops and turns around to walk in my direction. Shit.

He stalks over to me and I can't help but rake my eyes over his figure. He's wearing a white tank top, just like the one I saw him wearing the first day I met him. Only this time he's wearing a black pair of heavy-duty pants and bulky-looking boots.

"Stop being a brat and get up before I make you" He rasps. My eyes flick over to his face only to find a small bruise hiding under his stubbled jaw. When did he have time to get that, I just saw him last night.

I raise my glasses over my head and look at him defiantly before reluctantly getting up. All he does is nod and walk away, indicating that I should follow him. He leads me to my car, currently sitting at what I can assume is his station.

He turns away from me, gifting me a view of his built back as well as his broad shoulders. Stop being creepy. "You need to learn how to take care of your car," he mumbles turning back to face me to hand me a tool, "Starting by changing a tire."

This is gonna take a lifetime.