Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

18 .💋

"Son of a biscuit!"

Crouched down with a socket wrench tightly gripped in her hand, Amanda cursed angrily as she surveyed her front left tire that seemed to be flat. Call me a misogynist but I have never seen a woman change a tire before. They don't really have the manpower to do that sorta thing so watching from afar as Amanda struggled to loosen some lug nuts on her flattened tire, I couldn't hide my amused smirk at the scene. God,she looked so helpless right now but then again , aren't all women?

" Fuck!" Another curse disguised as a cry for help , dropping the socket wrench on the ground as it clanked loudly at the impact of the hard cemented ground. Her hair formed a translucent veil over her face , obscuring her priceless facial expression, taking away the joy of me laughing at her angered face. She's wearing red heels and a nice professional dark blue short sleeved pencil dress that was riding up her thighs enticingly as she crouched down, exposing a fraction of that smooth flawless thigh skin of hers. How I wanted to caress that exposed skin.....

Where was she going anyway, dressed like that?

Still debating whether I should go over there and help her , I took another huge bite out of the green apple I was relishing in as a substitute for a healthy breakfast since mother procured an inedible ingredient, unfortunately adding it to the meal she made for us this morning. Each bite is accompanied by a loud crunching sound , the juicy crisp green apple enticing my taste buds before tossing it in the bin next to me .

With one swift move of her delicate slender fingers , Amanda effectively manages to rake her hair back, swiping most of the strands out of her face revealing a frustrated visage, forehead creased with lines of exasperation. I decide to make my presence known, maybe even offer a helping hand, become the hero of the day , her knight in shining armor. The closer I got to her , the more I realized just how aerated she was, mixed with a defeated mood .

" Does the lady require any assistance?" Was my opening remark, her eyes lifting from the ground to face my approaching frame. Expecting her to maybe smile at me for coming to her rescue, I'm met with a completely different and uncalled for reaction when she groaned loudly, rolling her eyes angrily at me before grabbing the lonely socket wrench from the floor and dove back to the task she successfully failed at.

I stood beside her , a feet away and watched her struggle to fit the socket end to one of the lug nuts . Safe to say , she failed at that too. But since she wants to do it herself, I decided to become a gentleman and let her struggle in peace. I need a bucket of buttered popcorn for this . Nothing's more entertaining than watching a woman do a man's job. Pardon my misogynistic bone.

Her third attempt and as expected, she fails.

" You know you can't unscrew those lug nuts yourself, Amanda, so why don't you just let me help you out?" I broke the ice, the sound of metal clanking infiltrating the midmorning atmosphere as the socket wrench slipped right out her feeble hands and fell to the ground while she was struggling to unscrew the tightly secured lug nut on the tyre.

" I can do it myself, thank you very much," Her voice sounded strained as she wiped the back of her dusty knuckles over her forehead, leaving a dark trail of oil.

" I've been watching you for the past one hour, clearly you don't got this," That earned me a glare deadly enough that could possibly turn me into a pillar of salt if she had the power too. " Besides, you're getting yourself all dirty. Let me help you. No charge whatsoever."

A moment of silence as Amanda considered my proposal. I know she loved to do stuff for herself and letting a man do something for her was a bruise to her ego and womanly independence but sometimes it's good to allow some assistance in your life. She doesn't have to be strong and stubbornly autonomous. A sigh of defeat left her lips before grabbing the wrench and handing it to me.