Clay's Unwanted Blondie

Chapter 8

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THE GOOD LORD DIDN'T GIVE EVERYONE EVERYTHING.

He was handsome. Had that ruggedness to him that screamed danger and at the same time pure masculinity. Had arms that would easily lift a frigging coffee table without breaking a sweat. His whole face was a mystery. One carefully sculptured mystery that would woo any woman any time.

But that was just it. He was handsome but an idiot. He was hot but so disconcerting and so cold that it disgusted her.

Other than that, he was the stupidest man she had come across.

Surely no man would leave a woman in the middle of the night by the road with nothing more than a purse and fifty bucks in the said purse. Damn bastard went with her suitcases as well!

The trees swayed with the hard winds that seemed to appear the very instant her heels touched the tarmac. Her lips were starting to become numb and so were her legs.

Clutching her floral dress tighter to her body, her ass on the cold bench near the bus stop she looked right then left for any sign of life.

Clay Cervantes had taken her up on her word and left her in the middle of nowhere. It was partially her fault but who knew that Clay Cervantes wasn't like other men?

A woman tells you to stop the car and leave her and you leave? Wasn't he aware of reverse psychology? Wasn't he aware that the reason she had said that was so as to earn an apology from him?

Offering ten million dollars to go to Seoul with him was treating her like she was just a mere servant he could command however he wanted.

She stared at her phone waiting for Carter to call or text on how far long he was. Ten minutes later and her teeth rattled.

"Damn it, Carter. Where the hell are you?"

If the cold didn't kill her, hunger and impatience would surely do the job.

Unlocking the phone, she went through the call log and before she could press Carter's number the screen turned black.

"No...No! Don't this to me!"

Her battery was dead. No phone. No food. Standing in the middle of nowhere waiting for some creep to jump from the bush behind her.

Things couldn't possibly get worse.

Her head hanging low, all hope seemed lost until she saw headlights of a car coming from the east side of the road.

She jolted from the bench. Waving her hands like a desperate whore who needed a man for the night, she jumped and she shouted.

Disappointment in the name of Clay Cervantes' car slapped her harder than the gnashing wind. When the car came to a halting stop in front of her, she gritted her teeth on how unlucky she was.

The jerk was back. After forty five minutes of leaving her by the side of the road, he had realized his mistake.

She didn't know whether to be happy or angry at him in the first place.

The driver's window rolled down.

"Ma'am"

It wasn't him.

It wasn't Clay Cervantes.

"Where? Where is he?"

Too proud to apologize. She'd bet her left kidney that that was the case.

"Sir Clay understands that he took something of yours"

"He took something of mine? He left me out here in the middle of nowhere!"