Mission: Mr. Perfect's Abduction

Chapter Four

Sorry for the super late update, keep on reading. Shit's about to get real.

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Alarm, frustration, embarrassment and panic... and the list goes on. That's what I felt when after sending me with those death glares, my unexpected passenger just got up the seat and hastily brushed of the dirt off his jacket and sighed heavily as he relaxed his body while leaning his head.

I was out of words with his snobby approach that I just continued to drive slowly, waiting for his inner dragon to rant at me or worse, call the cops and file a sexual harassment case. Damn it.

Okay, I thought, maybe I just have to shoo him off or drive him home. My subconscious panicked but courage reigned over me, No, I won't let this guy boss me around.

But just when I was about to shoo him off, he slowly opened his left eye and touched his signature hangover hair. He looked quizzically at me in the rear-view mirror and without hesitation,

"Did we had sex last night?" he asked with his cool cocky asshole tone

It's not news to me, guys like that, but for him to think that I took advantage of his drunken state, pretty dragged all the blood from my face forcing me to stop the car and giving him another trip to the mat.

"What the fu—." He yelled

"Out." I said firmly "Out!" he's definitely getting on my nerves,

But instead of moving his butt out of my car, he just coolly straighten his jacket and sat there like a boss. Now with a smirk planted on his annoying face

"Nope. Not going out." His evil smirk emanates like a giant spotlight and I just sat there looking like a dazed fish "I know I'm pretty hard to resist. But you?" he chuckled

"Was I really that drunk last night?" Oh, he's a major bubblehead with air too.

"That all you got?" I returned the favour of chuckling,

Ha! Two can surely play this game.

He raised his brow at me with humour dancing in his eyes.

"Well, you must be great at bed then? Since as much as I remember, you tackled me real well at the mall last weekend." He shot me his asshole look but his eyes I can't decipher, nonetheless it sent me this tingling feeling that knocked off the wall I built for myself.

But no, this guy's still getting off.

"Just—look, it was a mistake having you here. I thought you were someone else," I confessed as he raised his brow at me and stared like I was a frog being dissected at a biology class

"What?" I asked, now distracted and feeling self-conscious

"Can you just call someone to pick you up?" I asked, pretty irritated at his piercing eyes

"You think I'll just let you drop me off in the middle of nowhere and just forget about—" he raised his fingers and counted two, "what, two offenses already?" he leaned his head back and closed his eyes as if he was enjoying his time.

"Okay, okay!" I said, finally giving up. "I'll drive you home, your highness."

I saw him smirk again from the rear-view mirror and with a heavy heart, I started the engine and head off back to Orange and maybe kill Imogen after I drop off the young prince in his castle. We were near the main road with the sun, slowly rising when my phone blared. I wondered who would be calling me at this hour,

"Hello?" I said over the receiver while keeping my eyes on the road

"Hi, this is Avery Smith, from J. Adams Hospital. I'm calling for Ms. Emma Tarly, Are you Ms. Rio Young?" The woman's voice over the phone was soft and motherly and my heart was beating fast when she mentioned Emma's name. That certainly did caught my attention and now, I'm starting to worry