Onyx

Chapter 12: In Which He Offers A Helping Hand (Onyx)

The time was now nine-thirty in the fucking morning. I hated being late. I was even more annoyed I couldn't contact my practice manager to let him know. I had tried everything to get the car to start. Well, everything I knew how to do. If turning it off and back on didn't work., would anything? So, maybe I wasn't too knowledgeable about mechanics.

I was giving in. I had huffed and puffed, damn near crying, but I knew I would have to walk the rest of the way to the office. Five minutes had turned into ten too quickly. Luckily, I had chosen my most comfortable pair of tennis shoes for today.

Reaching over to the passenger seat, I slung the book bag on my back and taupe Saint Laurent bag's golden strap over my shoulder. Courtesy of our favorite cheating husband, he gave it to me for my birthday last year. I can't deny the man has impeccable taste.

Cars had finally ceased their relentless honking when I managed to turn on my hazard lights. I closed and locked the doors, walking around to the sidewalk, when a blacked-out SUV pulled in behind me.

Everyone had already begun driving around my piece of shit car, so I stopped and waited for whoever was to approach me. I ignored the dirty looks from the people who passed me, as if I could control my car randomly breaking down. People were too entitled.

At least someone was kind enough to see if I was good. Unlike most of the ungrateful fucks in my life. I knew humans had the capability of being nice, but I hadn't experienced it much outside of my parents. I guess I was more attracted to people that didn't give a damn about me.

I could not see the driver due to the windows heavy non-reflective tint- that had to be illegal. It was less than five percent. The SUV was shiny and expensive looking, the color of the body an inky black. The morning sun's glare made it easy to see my reflection in its glossy topcoat. The unknown person cut off the engine and stepped out of the vehicle. I remained on the sidewalk, clutching my bag a little too tight.

The first thing I noticed was the sharpness of his nose, cheekbones, and jawline. His lips were full, and cupids bow was defined. The skin on his face was darkly tanned from the sun's rays. The color of his hair matched his car, the dark tendrils falling at his shoulders. His jaw was peppered with a five o'clock shadow that made my knees weak. My eyes trailed lower, the thin silver chain around his neck was fucking sparkling. His outfit was all black- a fitted top that slightly showed a built physique, dark jeans and shoes, and a leather moto jacket. He was older than me, by how much I wasn't sure, but he reeked of money.

I could appreciate a good-looking man. I wondered if he smelled good.

"Rough mornin'?" He said low and gruff, his eyes hadn't left my face since he had gotten out of the car. The unknown man didn't bother with early morning pleasantries.

He had a thick southern drawl that caught my attention. He was raised in the south, but not here.

He sounded cranky, but friendly enough. It was still early. A sly smile formed from the corner of his mouth. He had a slight dimple in the corner of his cheek when he smirked like that.

"Hi-uh yeah. But I've got it from here," My voice came out hurried and shy. "It's not much farther." I jerked my thumb up, pointing toward the direction of my job.

Keep it short and sweet, Onyx.

His eyes drifted in the direction I had pointed, then he zoned in on my car, walking towards the front bumper of my compact SUV. He shook his head slowly, then spoke.

"You don't have a husband to call or anythin' lady?" He lightly tapped on the hood of the car, continuing to eye the hunk of metal. Was he a gearhead or something?