A Night To Taste

Chapter 24: Katerine

My mouth stays wide open as I stare at the person in front of me.

Chestnut hair. Right eye as blue as the ocean. The other as green as a forest. Tanned skin.

Whatthefuck.

I am glad Natalie is not here otherwise she would have started rolling on the floor. Not that the guy is handsome but I never expected to see someone with this combination in the city. I didn't even expect someone like this to exist. There is a reason I lied to Natalie about the color of eyes of that man in club but I was never ready to witness it. I was not ready to witness this unfairly gorgeous creation of god.

I stare at the man and he looks neutral. With that resting bitch face he looks even more handsome. I am not able decipher from his face whether he wants to put me in jail, beat me up right here or let me go peacefully. Or do something worse? 

Shut the fuck up, brain.

He leans down and I swear I feel butterflies. And they are wild right now. Why is my reaction to him like this. I just crashed my car into his. This shouldn't be my reaction.

He leans down and my heart skips a beat. Two actually. Scratch that. I am unable to breathe right now. 

"Would you mind closing that little mouth of yours otherwise I am tempted to do something." He whispers in my ear and his voice is deep as the ocean. Just like his eye.

My face turns red at the comment- I don't know is that embarrassment or what- but I close my mouth before he could think of anything else.

He chuckles. Asshole.

Is it morally correct to talk dirty to a woman you just met. According to me its not. I am pretty sure this bastard does not know the meaning of morals.

He stares at me with a smirk on his face. What the heck is this motherfucker thinking?

I try to distract him by pointing at the car. He looks behind him and shrugs his shoulders. What?! He isn't even a little bit bothered by the car. Its totally ruined from the front. My car is ruined too. But at least I am worried about the accident and he is not. He stands there as if he does this everyday and is not a big deal.

I stare at him. Anger bubbling in my veins. I want to punch him so hard- apart from his damn face, he is dead gorgeous- so that he fells on the ground and then I will choke him to death.

"Did I do something, my lady? If not then stop plotting my demise." He grins extending his hand towards me- for what I don't know- and poses like a gentleman. Hmph. Could have fooled me. Gentleman? Nah. He is a jerk. A spoiled brat.

He motions at his hand and I don't know what I thought but I grab it. Please just don't charm me with your looks and then take me to a basement and kill me. I have seen this kind of shit a lot in movies.

He starts walking and I am coerced to walk too. My vision starts to blur and I stumble forward. He catches me before I could fall. I catch a glimpse of his face and he looks a little worried. I mutter a small thank you mixed with a hint of an apology.

He straightens me up and hold me in place by the small of my back as we walk. More like he walks and I drag my body. I feel a sudden spark where he touches me. I try not to blush. But I can't hide it. At least god, don't make him see my red tomato face.

I catch him grinning at me and I turn my head away. Asshole.

"Where are we going?" I try to distract him. God. It takes so much strength in me to walk.

"Clinic." Well, not that much bad. He is someone nice. But rather than admiring him I try to figure out what happened.

I get it now when something drips down my forehead to my toe. Blood. Is it pouring so much that it is fucking dripping?! If I were him I would have fucking freaked out after seeing blood oozing out. Not freaked but actually, I would have been worried. But this bastard of a man, is so calm right now as if its not blood but tomato ketchup. Are you fucking kidding me?