In a big and grand study, Hardin calmly seated at the sofa and sent a laser via his eyes to the ID placed in front of him. He narrowed his eyes dangerously at the picture.
He already investigated her, a single sister to an eight year old child living with her sorry excuse of a drunkard father, a scholarship student studying sophomore year in graphic design at Troy University of Arts and Science, working as a part timer in a local bar.
“Not bad. Noah, here I come” he smiled creepily, stuffing her ID in his pants pocket and driving towards Troy University.
Noah who finished her class packed her bag and exited the class. Even Though she is a head turner with those silky blonde curls, warm skin tone paired with black rimmed glass, due to her closed off personality she didn’t like to interact with anyone.
As she neared the entrance, she saw a group of girls squealing and jumping in joy and boys whispering among themselves. She vaguely saw a flashy and expensive olive Lamborghini Aventador parked at the front. Ignoring the cheers she walked past the crowd as she would not want to be late for her part time job.
Suddenly a loud and cheerful voice called her name.
“Noah sweety!”
Noah was stunned to the spot wondering which lunatic called her name with such endearment. When she turned her head, she saw the least person she expected to be standing in front of her flashing her his wide grin.
Her eyes flashed with shock. “This pervert!”
Before she could try to run away from the place a long arm caught her wrist making her halt in her steps.
“Leave me before I beat you” she warned him.
“Ouch… this is how you thank your benefactor?” he pouted and playfully scratched her wrist.
Noah saw how everyone fixed their eagle eyes on them and keenly watched every interaction between them. Not wanting to attract anymore attention she grabbed the edge of his sleeves with her forefinger and thumb and dragged him to the side away from the eyes of the crowd.
Hardin saw the tiny and skinny fingers of a girl who dragged him like a dead rat and scowled. She really did treat him like a pervert.
She exhaled deeply, “What do you want?”
“It's more like, don’t you want…?” he dawdled and arched his brows.
Seeing her confused gaze he chuckled and took an ID from his pockets and showed it to her, “This”.
Noah wondered where she missed her ID, it seems like it landed in this pervert’s hand. When she tried to snatch her card he raised his hand above, she is not short but this pervert grew like a post pole which made it difficult to reach the height.
She glared at him but received an amused chuckle in response.
He once again stuffed the ID in his pants pocket like a priceless possession, and drew his face closer to her.
“With these bouncy blonde curls and big black eyes you look like a…….” he frowned in thought for an appropriate example, suddenly a big yellow bulb glowed above his head.
“Yes, that's right. You look like a poodle” he gave her a sweet smile.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her hands hard which are very much itching to beat this man. She turned around to leave.
“Wait” he once again held her wrist.
“Could you please let go of my hand?” she shouted at him.
“Wow…wow fierce chilly” he raised his hand in surrender.
“I am sorry for beating you that day and if you want I will pay the compensation. Name your price” she asked with evident frustration.
He scoffed, “Are you sure? I am priceless” he gloated with a proud expression on his face.
She gave him a vacant look.
“Ok Ok just give me your number” he extended his phone to her.
Noah looked at him and his phone and spatted, “In your dreams” and walked away from him.
“Then I will shout I am your sugar daddy at the entrance of your college” he grinned seeing the girl turned back and snatched his phone before typing a string of numbers. She pushed his phone back into his arms and angrily stormed away.
He saw the number on his phone and saved it as a little poodle and put the phone inside his pocket. He already had her details from her birth to the size of her toe fingernails, but he enjoyed seeing her eyes seethed in anger which brought immense joy to him.
YOU ARE READING
The Last Spade Master
RomanceIn a dark narrow and abandoned subway, a man stumbled his way, holding a half-finished alcohol bottle in his hand. His stubbles longer, hair messy and ungroomed. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen from continuous crying. He wobbled and fell down. A...
