Hennessy

Mr Carter

HENNESSY POV

Patiently waiting in my car, as much as I have a light headache, I still can't trust him, though he drives a car worth more than my entire existence , doesn't mean he's not capable of taking off. Looking down his watch every now and then, "you realise this is childish right" he says with his jaw clenched, "being a law abiding citizen is childish" I raise my brow, "I'm not the one who drove into me", "and you just had to be dramatic about it" he rolls his eyes. "Excuse me!" I snap, looking over to me, remaining silent. His eyes dark, frustration on his face; if I wasn't so pissed I could say he's the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on, but he's also a moron. I know it's petty of me, but what's more disrespectful than a person judging you by your appearance and making assumptions. I have insurance, so my petty self Just had to get that point across. The police vehicle parking behind him, the  two white men make their way towards us, unfazed by their presence; reaching us. The tall white officer has a frown on his face, looking over to the moron, the frown quickly turning into a smile. "Mr Carter, what are you doing here?" He smiles giving him a handshake, "ah Officer Reynolds, just one of those days" he laughs giving him a brotherly handshake, "how's your wife, and tell me those neighbours stopped bothering her" he asks happily, weren't you just late moron;
"oh well you know I-" clearing my throat at the sight in front of me, drawing the attention back to me. Their eyes meeting my frustrated ones. My brow raised, "are we going to attend the issue at hand" I sass. From then the police took our statements, at which he surprisingly admitted guilt. "I will contact my insurance, but I think I will just make a payment to you tomorrow" he says, handing me his business card. Looking down the card, Carter Attorneys it reads. His eyes glued to me, feeling my vision blurring by the minute, "are you sure you are okay?" He raises his brow, blinking a few times before everything goes black.

~Damien ~
Standing in front of me, her lips full, her skin flawless, her hair tied in a messy bun exposing her beautiful sculptured face; I have never seen a more perfect human being. Handing her the business card, grabbing it from me, as angry as she is, she actually looks 'adorable'. It's amusing how she's trying so hard to look angry and dangerous. Standing at 5'3 at most, her anger certainly didn't do much for me. I was however taught to respect women. I am frustrated because I just missed a meeting with a major client, and all this happened because she decided to be petty.
Her eyes rolling back, "are you okay?" I ask in concern, "Mis-" before the cop can finish his sentence she drops, quickly catching her before she hits the floor. "She needs to go to the hospital"......

~later in the day

~Hennessy POV

My eyes fluttering open, greeted by the headache and the blinding lights, "and sleeping beauty is finally awake" Jasmine says. Furrowing my brows at the sight of her seated besides the hospital bed. A smile on her face. Scanning her outfit, dressed in a black fur coat, underneath what seems like lingerie. "Don't tell me you came straight from wo-" "oh honey I did" she sasses. "When we were on the phone I heard you hit something and I was concerned" , "then when I called your cell phone for the hundredth time, a certain Carter answered and told me you blacked out" she says giving me a smirk. Rolling my eyes, "and he dumped me here of cou-" "actually I'm better than that" the deep voice that already annoys me booms in the room. A smirk playing on his face, realising he's dressed in a white dress shirt, perfectly outlining his muscular body, paired with black dress pants. "Glad to see that you are okay Henrietta" he says snapping me out of my trance, I hope he does not notice that I just practically gawked at him. "Again, I apologise for bumping your car, thus I paid for the medical bill and I will write you a cheque" he says, raising my brow, "what?" He furrows his brows, "I don't know I thought maybe you were expecting me to say thank you or some-" "okaaay, Mr Carter" Jasmine smiles looking over to him, giving her a stern look, "What my friend really means is that she appreciates your efforts, and accepts your apology" she smiles. Giving her a tight smile, "thanks, I'll go write the cheque" he says before walking off....

"Girl what is wrong with you" she huffs, "excuse me", "you don't know him, really, I would lay on the Floor so his car can hit me, many women would" she says making me furrow my brows. "Damien Carter, you don't know him. Best friend to Darnell Wright" she says in a duh tone, "the owner of the club we were auditioning at" she huffs making me roll my eyes. "I don't care who he is" I spit, "I just lost a day's worth of pay because I'm here and I no longer have a car" I huff in frustration.