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I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, heaving out a frustrated sigh. She had been inside her room from the past twenty minutes. I had even called her but all I received was a text,
'I'm coming '
But she never appeared.
This woman was really something not to mess with. I glanced at the fourth floor's balcony, where I could see lights were on and it meant she was still there. I liked the audacity she had to make me wait.
Biting onto my lower lip, I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and the moment I was about to close my eyes, I heard the clicking of heels.
My eyes shot open as I turned my attention to the lady walking towards my car.
Clad in a strapped black dress fitting till her waist, which had a deep cut running till her lower cleavage enhancing the outlines of her bosoms. The lower part was lose and flowing to the ground with a slit on the right leg. The sound of her black heels clashing against the pathway was the only sound in the silent neighborhood.
Her hair tied up into a low ponytail exposed the pearl studs on her ears.
Her strong gaze never left mine as she stopped by the window of my side.
I didn't know I was staring at her through the closed black tinted window of my car until she knocked on it.
Rolling down the window, I stared back at her.
"Mind opening the door for your date?", she spoke. Her voice was so elegant and smooth like silk, perfect choice of a song to my ears.
I smirked, "Sure". I got down before walking over to the other side while she followed me.
Opening the door I forwarded my hand motioning her to get in. The moment she passed by, my nostrils sucked in the sweet vanilla fragrance of the perfume she used.
She's so fucking addictive.
What the hell—I wasn't meant to appreciate her like that. I had a motive to fulfill. That's why I hated women. They're such a distraction.
Cursing under my breaths I closed the door before walking back to the other side.
.
The car ran on the road, the silence inside consuming us. She'd been staring outside from the moment she sat inside.
"What are your thoughts on this marriage, Ms Anika?", I don't know why but I spoke first.
She turned her head towards me before looking back at the road.
"An unwanted marriage", she replied simply. Her voice held no emotion or softness.
