Love chase

Stranger danger...

"What is your take on feminism?" His eyes widened and he coughed hysterically. I controlled the urge to roll my eyes for the umpteenth time.

I played with the remaining wine, twirling it around the glass. It has only been ten minutes into this date and I am ready to bolt.

"Feminism is feminism..." How vague. "... however there are far more important things than some women feeling entitled." He said casually.

"I figured you'd say something like that. Thought you'd perhaps try to get laid first before you showed your true colours." I spat. Kenya claimed this man was the perfect gentleman. He was nothing of the sort.

He looked appalled. "Sasha I was under the impression that you were a mature young lady. Kenya forgot to mention that you were a brat." He harshly stood up from the table.

"Now if you'll excuse me. You can continue this date by yourself."

"Oh no you are not. Who do you think is going to pay the bill?" Grabbing my purse, I also stood up. We were neck at neck.

"Now, how about you excuse me. You can go ahead and sort out the bill." I sauntered towards the ladies' room, leaving the raging hyena standing. This date was a bad idea, all I wanted was to get that stupid handsome idiot out of my system.

But trust Kenya to set me up with someone that didn't even measure up to him in the look department. How the hell was I going to get over him with a candidate that didn't even come close to him?

I reapplied my red lipstick. The least I could do is look ravishing when I walk away, for the second time, from that chauvinistic fool.

"Who got your panties in a twist?" A girl, who looked round about my age asked.

"A pretty girl like you, really shouldn't be out here freaking out over such an old bloke..." She laughed, she stopped when she realised I wasn't joining her little laughing fit.

"Wait, he isn't your father, is he?" She asked in horror.

My date wasn't that old. And didn't her mother ever teach her? 'Age ain't nothing but a number' Did I mention that Dan, my date, was ten years older than me? Not my idea. Kenya recommended a change of type.

"No, he isn't my father. I resemble my father and I think that we both can see that he doesn't come close to my feature sweetheart." I said casually. Did I ever mention that I needed a few lessons in social skills? I tended to direct my anger to the wrong person.

"Well damn. My apologies miss." Why this girl was still talking to me, I had no idea. Did she not catch a hint that I wanted to be done with this conversation? Or wasn't I being harsh enough?

I sighed as I walked out of the bathroom and made my way out of the fancy restaurant. I cursed internally, I didn't have a ride back home.

And there was no I was about to go inside and beg for that pompous ass to take me home. I had too much pride for that.

Uber it is then. I retracted my phone from my purse and called an uber. It won't take them long to get here.

I folded my hands and waited patiently. Kenya was going to get an earful from me once I see her. As a matter of fact, I was going to call her that very moment.

Just as I was about to make the call, a hand poked me on the shoulder. It was bathroom girl, holding my purse. Well it looked like my purse?

"Hey, you forgot this in the bathroom." I frowned. When and how did I forget it. I don't remember taking it out. Without questioning her, I took the purse from her.

"Thank you." I said and looked away. Hoping she would take it as a sign to go.

"Are you waiting for an Uber?" She asked. Goodness gracious this girl just never caught a hint. I nodded. That was the least I could do, she did after all bring me my wallet.

"Oh, I was actually on my way home. You can catch a ride with me if you want." No, you creep. I silently yelled in my head. I wanted to pluck the strands of her hair one for one.

My date made his was out of the restaurant. His face distorted in anger when he faced me. This was a perfect eye roll moment. He was stalking towards us.

"I would LOVE to. Let's go." What was she? 5'3? And I was 5'5. She seemed harmless to me so why the hell not. I certainly would take the risk of getting in a car with this strange girl than take the verbal abuse of that arse.

And boy did I swallow my words. Not even five minutes in the car, I feel a light prick on my arm.

"Sorry." Before I could react, everything went dark.

...

The room I placed in was too unfamiliar. "What the hell was happening?" I questioned.

No one answered. I glanced around the room in panic. That b*tch actually abducted me. I tried to resist the urge to ball my eyes out, but the tears were already out. What the hell was actually going on?

I tried to stand up from the band but my hands were restrained with handcuffs.

"It's hopeless." I recognised that voice. It belonged to non-other than bathroom girl. She was sitting casually on a couch facing me, paging through a magazine.

My tears dried the moment I saw her. I was fuming now.

"Where the hell am I?" I spat. I wish she could just come a little closer so I could spit in her face.

"Unfortunately I am not allowed to disclose that information." She said. I watched as she took out her phone and called someone.

"She's awake." She said than hanged up. My eyes widened in fear. What the hell was going to happen to me right now? Was the torturing about to happen?

WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING? There were too many questions I wanted to ask, but so much fear was coursing through my veins right now.

I only know one person who despised me hard enough to do this.

Catalina.

I cried. Would she? She wouldn't? She had so many years to do that but she didn't. Why would she want to do it now? There just was no way that she would consider doing all that to me.

She wasn't capable. Her speciality was gold digging not murder. What mother would want to do that to her own daughter? What did I ever do to receive a mother like that?

The door opened. I didn't look up, I didn't want to see her reaction to my tears. The delight. Regardless of the lies I told myself, my heart still bled over the love my mother refused to give me.

"Angel eyes." My head darted towards the direction of the familiar voice.

My whole entire body turned into stone when I stared into his dark orbs.

Mr. Dreamy wasn't so dreamy after all.

No, he was my worst nightmare.

What a contradiction.

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