Chapter Six: "Good Evening Moscow!"
[Ana]
"So..." Alex spoke up as we got out of the airport. The air was warm and it's strange because it must be about 8-9 in the evening here in Moscow. I looked around and saw nothing but...buildings. Maybe this place wasn't as special as I thought after all...
"Moscow's awesome. I'll show you." he justified.
"Did I say that out loud?" I asked a bit suprised.
"Yep." he deadpanned and walked to another direction. I hastily followed and tried to keep up with his pace. "Let's rent a car." he suggested enthusiastically and smiled at me. I raised an eyebrow at him and shook my head.
"How could you say that Moscow's awesome? You've been here, haven't you?! You're rich, aren't you!" I accused and pointed a finger at him. I narrowed my eyes in suspision and grabbed him by the arm with my other hand. He stopped to look at me and blinked before bursting out into hysterical laughter.
"Ana, you overthink shit." he laughed. "I've always wanted to travel. I look up lots of places in the internet. My life is the internet. That's where I found your family." he answered and shrugged my hand off.
"You are the creepiest human being on the face of the earth. You're not going to kill me, are you?!" I asked. He just smirked at me and shrugged.
"If good sex can kill then prepare to meet your maker." he winked. Why am I still surprised?
"Oh please it's not like I'm gonna sleep with you." I said and pushed him hard. He barely moved, but he was sent back a couple of steps.
"We can bet again." he implied. "I always win anyway."
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"Do you even have a licsense?!" I exclaimed. Alex and I are both in a rented chevy that we got from a creepy looking dude. It was a good thing he knew a little English and didn't demand any of our driving licsenses. He's driving while I sat in the passenger seat.
"Sure I do." he defended uncaringly. "It's just back in Spain." he added that last part as an afterthought and my did I want to slap a hand on my face.
"I'm pretty sure this is illegal Alex." I put out uncertainly.
"Which makes it even more of an adventure. We're pulling out an all nighter honey." he declared in a deep voice while pointing a finger up.
"Just get us to the damned hotel please. Victoria texted me and I can hear her wailing from here." I let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed my temples. No idea why I'm getting so frustrated. Must really be that I can hear my sister's irritating voice. Yeah I admit it, it's irriatating to me.
"As you wish m'lady but I have to say one more thing before I turn left, take note that's where the hotel is..." he said. I glanced at him and nodded once. "We go but you have to face your sister's rants and complaints and possibly deal with some more stupid errands." Now the next thing that happened surprised me. Mostly because I did something and surprised both of us. I took the steering wheel and stirred it clockwise resulting into a dangerous turn that may have gotten us killed if the car that was heading to our direction didn't move.
"Uhhh...." We both just sat there dumbfounded. He had to pull the emergency brakes just to stop the car from turning wildly.
"Oh damn..." he started. "...you really turned me on like... you shouldn't be here right now. I'm not even playing around." he finished. I turned to him looking flabberghasted, weird word but I used it. Only because I really did look flabberghasted.
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