Strange Love

Chapter Five

Elsa's POV

Vincent. His name even matched his good looks. There was something about him that made me felt a whole new way, an unexplainable way. I reached out to shake his hand while I stared into his dreamy grey eyes.

"Hi Vincent, nice to meet you, I'm Elsa." I slowly led my hand to touch his. I met with a cold touch that gave me an immediate shock that rattled my nervous system. I shook his hand and then pulled away turning my face to the side after he sarcastically said, "nice grip Elsa." My cheeks heated up and I smiled to relieved the anxiety that was building up inside of me. I could have felt his eyes targeting me when I turned my face to my right, trying to hide the shyness that was taking me over.

"Shy girl," he commented and I sat there still not wanting to look at him because of course, he was affecting me in the most attractive way. He continued smiling and his giggles were the cutest thing ever. I eventually snapped back to look at him and I laughed, I was going to answer him and changed the topic but that was until I felt the cab stopped moving. The Taxi Driver blurted out swears to the long traffic that was in front of us and my temper kicked in as I viewed the long mood reckoning line and silently cursed it in my head. I was wet, cold and dirty. I really wanted to take a shower but the traffic was too much for me to reach back home soon enough.

"Oh well, I guess we'll have to wait then," Vincent said with a flirty frown on his face directing his statement towards me and I couldn't help it, so, I flirted back with him.

I didn't know what the hell was happening to me. My mind was going crazy over this dude. He looked so nonchalant and charming. He gave off such a peaceful welcome when you looked at him and that was like the best feeling ever when you met a complete stranger.

I looked at him showing off my dark eyes, which I got complimented on a lot, and flaunted my long lashes just to try to be a bit sexy. Which I hoped worked.

"I guess you're stuck with me then," I responded to him smiling. For a moment I felt so awkward because I didn't usually flirted with boys that much. It was like once upon a fairy tale I ever genuinely flirted back with a boy. The rain was still falling but easing as time went by. The driver obviously couldn't hear our conversation because he decided to ignored our presence by plugging his ears up with his earpiece and listened to his music. I guessed that was something he did to avoid the beeping and angry people around him. I noted to myself to try doing that as well.

Vincent didn't stop smiling since he got into the cab, he was quite the cheery type of person I guessed, and he had excellent Charisma to pull a girl in.

I still didn't understand why I was falling for him though, something was wrong but for the first time in my life, I didn't want to find out what it was.

"So, Elsa, I'm new around here can we be friends?"

His foreign accent was hot but I couldn't figure out where he was from. He was like the hot foreign exchange student who you really didn't want to know much about before you fucked him. You just wanted him to be yours.

"Yea sure, so where are you from?" I answered back to him. Which was wrong, I wasn't supposed to be a quick hand to strangers, but Vincent had something special in him. Which was obviously wrong again, because I trusted a complete stranger. Maybe the dude was from Ecuador and was just in London to kidnapped and held for ransom some people who were easy to catch. But it was not like I cared anyway. His smile grew bigger, damn he really liked smiling. I started to wonder if his cheeks didn't hurt, because the number of times he made me smile made my cheeks hurt. He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple humbly moved and his jawline slit my heart, he let out a soft hush and laid back on the seat. I just wanted to throw myself on to him and kiss the soul out of his lips. I was lost between a voice in my head asking if I was crazy and the other kept telling me to be brave and move on.

"Want to guess?" he said while he looked at me with unconditional interest.

"I'm not good at guessing, so let's not make this any harder," I told him. I hated guessing the answer, I only do that in exams, not in real life.

He shook his head and tightened his smile then burst into a small laugh. I saw his fangs and white leveled teeth, and my mouth dropped open, like who the hell was his dentist. Maybe I should have asked him that, or maybe he was just blessed with beautiful teeth and a beautiful smile, and a fucking amazing face and body!

"Alright sweetheart, I'll tell you," he decided to relief my head from guessing. At that time, I wasn't up for any though runs, after what happened between Jessie and me earlier. I still wasn't completely over it; well I was okay on a lower level but I was yet to let go of the hurt completely.

When he said sweetheart, it was literally the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Well, Jessie used to call me Sweetheart but it didn't sound as good as his. It was different and I kind of liked it.

I placed my hands inside of my sweater's pockets, guarding me against the freezing atmosphere, and listened to him attentively.

"I'm from The Dominican Republic," he said while giving me a tap on my shoulder. He had this sexy habit of licking and biting his lips, with a quick rub of his tongue and a soft bite with his teeth. Which was so attractive. Some people said that was a fuck boy sign but when he did it I thought it was a goddess behavior.

"Oh, so you're from the Caribbean," I said. He looked at me and let his strolling eyes burned me up. Oh, how extremely captivating he was.

"It's surprising that you know where that is Elsa," he said to me while he looked out the cab's foggy window. I wondered what he was looking at because whatever it was it made the cheery person that was talking to me before, disappeared.

I tried stretching myself further out to see what he was looking at but sadly I couldn't see anything. It seemed as if he was looking at a nearby car. He suddenly turned back to look at me and I was swift enough to spin my head back so he wouldn't know that I was looking at him. He took out his wallet and pulled out a $100 bill and gave it to me.

"Hey, Elsa! here pay the taxi, I'm going to take it from here," he said with a serious tone.

"It's okay, I'll pay," I said, reluctant to take his money, but seriously was he that rich to give me a $100 bill, I mean the taxi fare was just $20.

"Take it, Elsa," he dragged my name in a sweet way and I couldn't help but take the money from him.

"Oh, and give me your phone number please," his cute grin came again.

He gave me his phone to put my number and then he hurried out of the car. He just said bye and he rushed through the rain over to a dark tinted BMW that was not too far ahead. The car's color was so dark it kind of scared me, but it was something I would want to drive.

I drifted down the seat to see what he was doing, I saw him knocked on the window of the car and a moment later the door popped open and he hopped in.

The traffic started to move and that was it, I was on my way home and I was missing Vincent already, that boy made me felt something mysterious, it was very disturbing but now being said, I didn't mind.

Jessie began to fade away slowly from my mind, it was like God had this plan for me when we broke up and I was glad about that. I wondered where my life would be heading now. I looked down at my feet and the only thing that was running through my mind was, how could I explain this feeling I started to get for Vincent when I just met him, is this what love at first sight felt like...