flames of passion (Book 1 Series 1)

Chapter 1 Millie

The annoying alarm woke me up from my amazing dream that I had about living in a beautiful apartment and my life would actually be nice once, but instead I live in a crappy apartment with an even more annoying landlord. I stretch and reach my phone. IT'S ALREADY 8 AM?! MY BOSS WILL KILL ME. What am I still doing? I need to get up and suddenly get my phone rings. Is it my boss? I think it is, I take a deep breath, prepared to hear the lecture I am about to get from him, but no it's not my boss, it's my brother. I pick up 

Hello" I said

"Finally what took you so long" he answered

"I just woke up" I replied

"Millie you do realise it is 8?" He said, As If I do not know that. 

"I know that you smart guy, anyways what made you call you never call at 8?" After my amazing comments, I asked him. I know a hundred percent chance that miles hated it, but who cares because I loved it.

'I called to tell you I am going on my very first deployment, and I will miss you shortie.'.

"So soon, but you just started a month ago " i asked again

"Millie, I have to go now. I am gonna miss you, love you." He answered clearly in a rush.

"Oh okay love-" he hung up before I even got to finish my sentence. 

OH GOD IT'S 8:30, I SPENT 30 MINUTES TALKING TO MILES ON THE PHONE!

I quickly reach the bathroom, entering and kicking the door with my legs. My supervisor will definitely kill me. I was supposed to arrive at 7:00; I brush my teeth and head out of the bathroom and grab the first pair of clothing I see. Turning out the only time I have a good outfit is when I am in a rush, I dash to my car. I enter my and to my surprise that the car engine keeps fuming I try and try to turn it off and on repeatedly. I see someone watch from the side not that I care, I turn to see who it is, I scoff because it the annoying neighbour and he's chuckling how is watching my car funny? I roll my eyes; he honestly deserves to get choked. He continues watching, like I am not over here, struggling to annoy him. He decided to approach my car not to do anything. He crosses his arms and smirks at me and forces a smile.

"You got a problem with your car?" He asks, is he being for real?

"What does it look like" I answer not looking at him. He smirks again.

"Well obviously. your engine is fuming. I could tell from across the parking lot." He says while smirking.

"Wow I didn't know that" I say and he just tilts his head and smirks.

"Its not my fault you're stupid enough to notice that your car is not working when its not working. even I can see your engine is dead." he says and shrugs. I just laugh. There is awkward silence between us while he looks at me and continues to smirk.

Finally, "Are you gonna keep standing or do something?" I ask, standing, and for the first time, he is not wearing his stupid helmet. blonde hair, blue eyes of my he is hot. no no I hate him.

"mmm what do you want me to do?" He clearly says, teasing. 

"Do you know how to fix a car?" I say, rolling my eyes, what else would I need right now.

" you want me to fix your car for you?" he asks. 

"as if you can" I scoff, He rolls his eyes. 

"listen here. I'm actually a pretty good mechanic. I bet I could fix your car easier than you could fix your attitude" he states. 

"aren't you a firefighter?" I ask raising my eyebrows. he looks down at me for some reason.

"yes I am. so what? I know a lot about cars. most firefighters do. A fire truck is also just an oversized car, " he says that he rolls up the sleeves of his blouse.

"sure just go ahead" I say as I stand up.

"fine you stay right there." He says, Stepping closer to my car. He walks around my car to inspect it. I look at my watch and realize that I am going to be late. After a few minutes, he looks under the hood. He exhales deeply. He then turns to me and crosses his arm.

"yeah I found the problem" he says.

"yes??" I ask my hands about my hips. He smirks. him and his smirks.

"you're spark plugs are just completely dead. They have to be replaced asap," he finally decides to speak.

"what am I supposed to do?" I ask impatiently. He looks at me.

"well you go and buy new ones obviously" he says, I roll my eyes. is he stupid or stupid?

"yeah well I cant move the car idiot." I say shaking my head. He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hip.

"then how about you get yourself a goddamn uber?" he says. 

"nope I don't trust them" I tell him. He looks at me.

"fine then miss 'I'm so picky'. then how are you supposed to get to work?" he asks as if I know.

"When I figure that out I'll tell you." I reassure him. He rolls his eyes AGAIN.

"Do you want me to drive you to work?" He asks. What he offered he would take me to work?

"you would do that??" I am genuinely confused. He looks at me realizing what he just offered  

 "yeah I can. I guess." he shrugs 

"such a gentleman." I say sarcastically.

 "enough with your mockery. get in." He seems fed up with me, so I decided to stay quiet for a little. He exhales deeply before entering the driver's seat. 

"put your seatbelt on" He says. 

"I did." He looks over to make sure I guess when he looks and sees that I have actually put it on he rolls his eyes. 

"finally you did something not completely idiotic." He says this kind of relieved.

"dude its a seatbelt." I tell him that, everyone knows that they have to put a seatbelt on in a car.

"yeah I'm saying that you did nothing completely idiotic, because you actually put on a seatbelt, which is something completely logical to do. that's what I'm trying to say..." He says. God he really deserves to get punched; instead, I roll my eyes.

"Jesus Christ. I cannot believe you are pissing me off while I am doing you a favor." he says scoffing.

"sorry" I apologize.