KILL TO KISS YOU

19

You sighed. Turns out, your off day could be brought with money.

Sitting in the most expensive car you'd ever seen in your life, you felt as if you were bathing in luxury. Cream leather seats, woodsy scent wafting in the air-conditioned surroundings and the driver's section partitioned off with a black panel, you truly knew what it meant to travel in style.

Leaning back against the seats, you sighed and sipped from a flute of bubbe champagne that the chauffeur had handed to you as you stepped in to sit beside the man who had requested your presence for tonight.

Looking outside, you were basking in the lights that reflected off the blackened windows. This part of the city was always amazing to travel through. High-end brands, most talked about shopping complexes and the most expensive restaurants littered the streets.

From the corner of your eye, you spied a tattooed hand creeping towards yours. Whipping your head around to face him, you quipped,

"Do you wanna hold my hand, sir? Here you can." Slipping your hand into his, you pulled the enjoined palms to rest upon your thigh.

Unable to resist the opportunity to tease him, you spoke up

"Don't worry, I don't charge for that. Not yet anyway."

His orbs twinkled with amusement yet his lips did not turn up to smile.

Typical.