Beyond Desire

3-The smoking hot! Drop dead! And buried six feet below kind of attractiveness.

The one spectacular talent I possess is the ability to dismiss significant responsibility until it just..... fades away I guess.

Might not be a talent to you but I can bet the jar of my gelatin-free gourmet marshmallow that not everyone could stay this calm, just lying in bed and sleeping over their alarm when they are trending online, for all the wrong reasons might I add.

"Communicating truth to power; can this human rights defender change the system from within?"

"Why did the minister's daughter refuse to speak out against her father?"

"Social influencer caught between family allegiance and nationwide security"

My personal favorite, "Hypocrisy Exposed, Social Justice Influencer Protects Father's Defense Record"

It hurts, I wasn't going to pretend and say it doesn't.

But at the moment, nothing hurts more than having some hapless idiot banging at your door when you are trying to get your sweet dose of morning drowsiness.

I tried to shun it at first but it got to a point where I just had to get up and see who it was. Fueled by the frustration of being robbed of my sleep, I jolted up from the bed and made it to the panel door in no time.

"Nice to see you have prioritized starving yourself to death because you choose to sleep rather than wake up and eat"

Of course, it ought to be Mahir. Who else would it be?

"Get out of my face you imbecile" My attempt to close the door at his face failed as he had his foot on the door sill faster than I could comprehend in my drowsy state.

"No chance! You are taking me to practice today"

I presented him with the deadliest look I could conceive or at least tried to, with my eyes still half close

"Oh, I must have missed the memo where I am announced as your personal driver " retreating back into my room, I left him with the door.

"The memo was actually declared by your dear father" He trailed behind me like a lost cause.

"What's the story with your car?"

"I had an encounter with some fellas and there is the likelihood of them recognizing the car. Just been responsible" he crashed on my bed while I stood over him, thinking of all the possible ways to legally end his life.

By the time we made it to my car after I had freshened up, I was boiling with anger and ready to explode. Refusing to acknowledge whatever bullshit left his mouth, Not even when he blew up my car stereo with country music, I drove him to his horse riding practice.

"Piss off" The moment I parked rightly, I declared.

"At least you fulfilled your community servi......" He didn't stick around long enough for me to hear the rest of his statement as I was ready to slap my phone on his face.

"Siblings" I mumbled under my breath with a low hiss and began to reverse out of the parking area. The thought of going straight back to bed had occupied every inch and depth of my brain and perhaps even my eye at some point, because barely seconds into reserving, I rammed straight into a horse trailer from behind.

A frightened gasp caught in my throat at the unexpected turn of events. "No no no no, please not today" my voice trembled as I ambled out of the car and readily surveyed my handiwork. My eyes wandered around for signs of any onlooker but luckily, the whole parkade was barren.

The damage wasn't major, thankfully. Though the scratches were still noticeable. Maybe I could leave an apology note with my number if they needed me to foot the bill. Having made up my mind to do just that, I dashed toward my car but immediately halted when someone spoke from behind me.

"Perfect! Just what I needed at the start of a fantastic day" The amount of sarcasm oozing from this one sentence......., put together all those of my mom and Mahir and there would still be enough space to fit irony that could earn you a guinea world record.

Face palming myself inwardly knowing I now have to face the outcome of my action, I twirled around slowly, readying myself to use the pretty privilege thing.

What? I am just a girl.

"I profoundly apologize for the mayhem I cau......" I looked up...and up.....and up before I could catch a glimpse of the man in front of me.

No, he wasn't just some man.

He was seriously attractive, and I mean SERIOUSLY!

The smoking hot! Drop dead! And buried six feet below kind of attractiveness.

"Caused?" I cleared my throat awkwardly, seemingly feeling so intimidated by the height. Don't paint the wrong picture in your head, I wasn't short. But my 5'8 ass still looked like a mere subordinate beside this stranger.

"I will foot the bill" I quickly added, to water down the situation. He doesn't look pleased as his light blue colored pupils scan the damage, like at all.

"Really?" He folded his hands gracefully on his chest and observed me with keen interest causing me to suddenly be hyper-aware of the pyjamas clinging to my skin in the morning breeze and the flimsy veil barely covering my hair. "How generous of you to offer to pay for your recklessness. Your money can't fix your lack of driving skills though. What will you do about that?"

"I deeply apologize for bumping into your vehicle, how much will it cost to repair, replace, or whatever" I wasn't about to let myself be humiliated because of a mere mistake anyone could have made.

"Keep your money, I don't need you to pay for my repair, pay attention on the road instead" And just like that, He was moving away with such ease I really had to double-check to make sure it was the same individual I have been conversing with.

"Why don't you fix your attitude while you are at it too?" I yelled after his retreating figure but he didn't even bother turning back.

But guess who sent a road safety officer to review my driving license?

Guess who doesn't have their license with them because it was too early in the morning to even care about checking if it was in place?

Guess who was served the humiliation of being driven home by a road safety officer in her own car?

Yeap, Me!

Let's not forget the fact that the officer was informed of some "underaged teenager with a car"

How long do I have to serve in jail for spooning someone's eyes with a spoon?

The nitwit had the nerve to call me underage when I wasn't the one wearing fake contact to change my eye color.

What sort of man goes about with a blue contact in their eyes?

A knobhead with the brain of a harpy.

A totally Buffoon!

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