Forbidden Trust

Chapter 1

Daniel

I woke up to the sun rays that are now blinding my eyes. Why do I always forget to close the curtains?

When I turn around, I find a blonde girl lying next to me. I don't bother remembering her name. I'm a one-night stand person. If I had to remember the name of each girl I met, my mind would have exploded. I just give them a nickname they fall for.

I check my phone and find a message from my assistant reminding me about the meeting that will start in one hour.

Shit, my father is already waiting for me to make the slightest mistake, so that he can get all the inheritance for himself. If there is one thing I live for, it's to ruin that man's happiness.

I take a quick shower, then change into a suit. When I'm satisfied with the outfit, I grab my car's key and drop two hundred dollars next to the girl's phone. I always do that. And every time I find the money gone. Not surprising.

I make my way toward the private parking lot and find my blue Lamborghini waiting for me. I have forty minutes left. I can reach the place in thirty minutes if there is no traffic. I check google maps for any possible traffic, and chose the road that shows there would be none.

I start the engine, put my sunglasses on, and turn on the radio. Driving never fails in giving me the peace of mind I need.

I enjoyed the ride until a beige fiat stops in front of me blocking the road. It's a one sense direction, so I don't even have a way to get past it. We are the only cars here. I start honking. Then I notice the little kitten crossing the road. Okey, I got it. The kitten had crossed safely the road, why isn't the car fucking moving now?

I start honking more, and the car still doesn't want to fucking move. Irritation started getting the best of me. I have fifteen minutes left. I don't have time for that shit.

Suddenly the car's door open and a girl walks out. She's wearing classy clothes, sunglasses pushing back her dark black hair while emphasizing her sky-blue eyes. Small straight nose, full lips, and a sharp jawline. At first glance she looks like a model. And that model is sending daggers at me. The nerve. She's the one blocking the road, but still dare glaring at me.

Women.