His Second Bride Her Second Love

Chapter 2 First Meeting

I was in the cab but I was not feeling well,I wanted to throw up.I wanted to clear my mind so I asked the cab driver to stop,paid him and started walking on the roads.I had no idea where I was going.So here I was walking all alone in the streets of New York though it was New York but it was not crowded.I was just walking and thinking about the past hour.

What am I supposed to do now?

First of all I really needed to find a job.Last time Nick helped me with the rent.I told him that I can manage it but he said helping girlfriend is a part of job description of a boyfriend so I had to agree but this time I cannot take any help. Anyone's help.

As I was walking, a car, jaguar to be specific came to my view.I am not a big fan of cars but this car stole my breathe away.It was all black with silver lining on along the windows and as it was coming near me ,the windows were opening I really wanted to look away but I could not.But I had to blink my eyes when I saw a throw away glass with some pink liquid which must be strawberry flying my way.Its contents landed on my hair ,the liquid dropping from my hair to my face.It was definitely strawberry, I knew when it reached my lips.

God! This is too much for today!

If there is anything I love more than myself, it is my hair.I will not tolerate such type of insult to my hair.It was sticking from all the sides.

Bloody hell!!!

The car was still moving and I was shouting and running like mad person behind it asking the stupid driver to stop it so that I can bring some sense into that arrogant master of his.The car was not stopping so I made a move which any person in my shoes would have made.I looked at my side downward and spotted what I was looking.I picked the medium size black stone and threw with all my force at the car and let me tell you, it was not a easy job.The stone broke the back light of the car and the car came to a sudden stop.

Huh...now the driver stopped the car.Well, if he would have listen to me before then the back light would have not been sacrificed.I was so proud of me,I was even hearing cheers for me with huge clapping in my head.But all these stopped when the door that opened was not of the driver but the back door.For some reason I was feeling nervous.Maybe this was a mistake.I did not see his face and he did not see mine so there was still a chance to run away.

Maybe I really should run away.What if he was a serial killer who killed people who touch their car.What if I was his next victim.

"Come on stop being so dramatic" my inner voice commented.

Maybe he must not be a seriel killer but someone more dangerous.What if he kidnapped me? What if...

"You should have thought that before hitting his car.Now deal with the consequences.." again my inner voice interjected.

Maybe it was right, I really should think before doing anything.Well whatever now, I was not at mistake here, he was the one who threw strawberry shake at me.I will not let myself down now.I stood tall even though I was only five three in height.I never let my height bother me but he was so tall that now I wished I should be more heighted.

I was becoming more and more nervous as he was coming towards me and when he took his sunglasses off all my nervousness went off.First of all I was not believing my eyes he was standing in front of me after three years.Last time I saw him was when my sister got married.
He did not changed much.Same stone type expressions,thinking others are useless.Looking at him you could make out that he is cocky and arrogant.His face did change, last time I saw him he was clean shaven but now he had a little subtle.He was looking more handsome than last time.He was among those people from whom anybody cannot take their eyes off and he knew it what type of effect he had on others.He was walking ,no marching towards me and wind was blowing his hair and he was looking as if some man on a mission.He was looking sexy.And I hated myself for even thinking that he is handsome.He maybe be good looking but looks are not everything, he was very inconsiderate and heartless man who did not care for anyone.