She scraped his 4.1 million dollar car so he'll make sure she pays every last cent. To her, it's torture. To him though? It's keeping her close so that he can make her fall in love with her just like he did the second he laid eyes on her.
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"You have got to be kidding me. . ."
I gulp thickly as I look up to the unknown man. His fiery hair sticking out in different directions, mostly from pulling on it. His jaw clenched tightly, his piercing brown eyes shifting onto me.
I smile coyly, "I-I am so sorry."
He doesn't reply. His eyes shifting back onto his car. I frown as he runs his hand over the dent on his what looks like brand new car. He exhales deeply and straightens up, "you're sorry? An apology won't fix my car will it?"
"No! I can pay to get it fixed. Just, how much do you think it will be?" I squint my eyes at the serious faced man. He chuckles humorlessly.
"As if you could afford it."
I scoff in disbelief. "Excuse me?"
"The car isn't from here. There's no car in this entire state that will properly fit this car, because I have to change the whole top." He shoves his hands into his pant suit and arches a brow, "so tell me, how are you going to possibly pay for a one point four million custom Aston Martin One-77?" His head tilts to the side.
I choke on my saliva, staring at said car in horror. Why the, no, how the hell is a car so expensive?! Is that even legal? To pay so damn much for a piece of metal with wheels?
"One point four million?" I squeak in astonishment. The man bops his head. I gawk at him, "I-I don't have that kind of money. How do you?" I inquire, staring up at him.
The side of his lips quirk up to a smirk, "I run my own business." Comes his simple, not helping answer.
"Then you pay for it!" I exclaim frantically. "If you have money to waste that much on a simple car I'm sure you can pay to fix it, after all you're the one who came up behind me when I was pulling out of the parking lot."
"So, you're saying I have to pay to fix my car because you crashed into me?"
"You crashed into me!"
A vibrating on my leg snaps me out of the HUGE argument I was about to start with this man. I pull my phone out of my pocket to see a message from Kaine, asking where I was and to not take long.
I inhale sharply and exhale, "you know what? Here." I pull out a card from my bakery out of my wallet and grab the man's hand, slamming it into his palm. "I have somewhere far more important to be at then here, so if you are up for negotiating for a price no higher than five grand, call me."
