Black Temptation

Chapter 13

"You what?" I scream as he exits. With breath shaky, teeth clenched and hands not to far behind, I stomp out of the vehicle when he opens the door. I walk near the road, my fleet clacking to the edge of the cement.

"You what?!"

He shrugs and I mockingly shrug back.

"That car cost $82,000! I guess that means nothing because you think you can just break into someone's car and take it for a joy ride." I scream.

"For the benefit of your health. Oil was spilling from your car and I took it to see what was happening to it. I don't see the opportunity for acrimony."

"You could've asked me!"

"You were busy..." He replies sarcastically.

"You are not my protector! You can't just choose to wave your hand and have me off to the NICU for a premature birth defect without me kno—what the hell am I saying?"

I grab my head in frustration as I sense him try to grow closer to me but halt when I begin to back away.

"You should hear that when I took it out for that so called "joy ride" your oil hadn't been changed in 3 months, your brakes locked up and I had to make a rather intense life or death decision to die or crash the car so it would stop. I risked my life for you."

"Aww, pssh. WOOP DI DO! Do you want some award for that prestigious act of duty? Or should I just get on my knees because that's all you care about?"

The sting of my voice breathes toxins into the air. His eyes soften and grow tremendously saddened.

"You don't like me, do you?" He states. He calm but I still on a rampage. Words fly out of my mouth like broccoli out of a spoil child's.

"And you know, the only reason you pushed all those buttons because you didn't want me to see what you had done because you were ashamed! God, Harry! It's like you know you're wrong and still decide to do the things you do!" Folding my arms, I look away at people momentarily staring at our little quarrel.

"You never let things go, huh?" His voice hits a brick wall in the sweetness, it returning back into its harsh, so very original, thick tone.

"When I'm not the one pulling." I bitch back.

"Yeah, like you pulled the door at the office?"

"Real mature. Okay, that was just not paying attention. Don't throw that back in my face." I sense my blood curling into little balls of fury and I can't control the my words. "Screw you, I'm leaving."

Spotting  a bench, I begin to walk to it, passing the tea room. It may just be my current annoyance and the pace I'm walking, but I swear I see Jennifer Anniston sitting two chairs back. I stop and fall disappointed when I realize it is just an elderly man with a mullet. More like 1989 Billy Ray Cyrus.  But before I can even begin to finish my power walk, my arm is grasped by a hand, turning me to him. His lips pucker and he softens his grasp on me.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry. Please, just, wouldn't it be a waste to come all the way here just to go back?"

He does make a good point, McKenzie. Hmm....

Eyeing him, "You get me my toffee bars, and we leave," I growl, firmly prodding his chest.

He grabs my hand, stroking its top before sniffing the lingering scent. I back away, freaked out and a little disturbed, ad he plants a kiss afore releasing me.

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"Don't let him touch you."

Let him touch you. Check

"Don't let him smell you." 

Girl, the man better be waffing. Check

"Don't let him look at you."

Girl, you better be flaunting that booty. He better be looking at you and only you. Check.