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|Alcohol, sex and germs|

Fear is a natural and immensely powerful emotion that Ryan Singh went through every day. Working for a crazy freak like Leona drove this man to build a splendid bond with fear. 

Whenever the winter hair goddess was out of his sight, heebie-jeebies painstakingly decorate his skin and he quacked on his boots.

"I lost her." He gnawed his bottom lip hard and closed his eyes, ready to get busted.

"You what?!" Ronald screamed from the other side of the other, rendering the poor man to gulp in discomfort. 

"I swear, I was holding her arm so she won't ditch me and fly somewhere, but when I open the door of the car for her and looked back, I realize I was dragging a five-year-old kid." Ryan winced, touching his cheek where the mother of that five-year-old smacked him with her purse, assuming he was a kidnapper.

"Oh god, oh god! Get that crazy woman right now before I shove you in my microwave and feed you to the cows!" the wrinkled howl of the CEO blasted his ear and Ryan hung up the call, not wanting to hear more.

"If she kills someone or sets something on fire, then I am changing my name and going to my village to become a farmer," He muttered before smashing the door of the car after him.

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I will kill this sexy stranger if he pulls any stunt with me, she thought upon hearing his voice.

"Hold on, Miss."

The dark voice weaved in chocolate, flourished in the corridors, ripping her in two as terror found solace in her cramped chest. Her hefty legs halted, but when she sensed him approaching her, she again raced. 

She successfully clambered down the stairs, but Tayson was quick to surpass her and hinder her from fleeing. She was forced to freeze on the third step by the tall man who strutted a step lower than hers.

Now they were standing chest to chest.

Few strands of her hair tumble over her face and cold sweats break on her temples under his lancing gaze. Tayson leaned closer, eyes not wavering to anything but her. 

"Leona." Her name rolled off his tongue like mists of haze that eventually petered out in the secrecy. 

Leona hoisted her head looking to look at him. Holy shit.

The pair of smoking grey orbs seem to stare at her soul and peek into her dark mind. His eyes were like windy mountains streets. The more you explore, the more you get lost. She found herself getting attrahent and enmeshed in the Caligo of the endless abyss of grey.

Tayson stuffed his hands in his pocket and scaled a step up. "Wow. I am honestly surprised. You are incredibly pretty this close."

Leona systematically ascent a step in dire need to wither away. "Stop. I am not Leona," she sharply revealed to him, not backing off of the colliding eye contact.

Tayson chuckled, and the soft thawing sound flipped her stomach. "It's you. The diva who suddenly vaporized into thin air."

"You certainly got a wrong person, Mr Whatever," she confidently lied, taking a step aside to walk past him, but the man blocked her way.

"If so, then please do care to share why are you running away as if the world is going to blow up."

Tayson's gaze travelled down from her Marmoris turquoise eyes to her fierce collar bones and lingered on her tattoo. The stylish calligraphy chiselled on the side of her milky neck was almost imperceptible due to the contrasting shadows and neon lights.

Is this bastard checking me out right out? She thought. Men will be men.

Even you checked him out, so don't disgrace all men, Her inner voice snapped.

His grey eyes inspected the tattoo on her makes shoulder blade and his eyes voyaged down tracing the seductive curves. He chomped his plump lip, orifices of ashes pausing on agglomerative ink sculpted on her exquisite fingers.

"Look, man. You seem to be high on your orgasm. Just go back to your fucking business, and so will I," she hissed, glancing behind her back when the sound of footsteps echoed.  

Tayson tried to speak, "Miss. Leona, ca-"

Leona harshly shoved him aside, almost knocking him off.

"What the-" Tayson stabilized himself before his face could get busted and watched her sprinting away in goddamn high heels. "Heck, she needs to be in Olympics rather than the art industry."

Leona's heart battered against her ribcage as she stumbled out of the bar into a dark alley. A dull ache and the rising panic swooned her mind, making her shiver at the rushing thoughts. After years someone recognized her, someone addressed her by the name which was dusted by her past sludge.

Leona closed her eyes, panting for fresh air, and touch the tips of her slender fingers to the sides of her forehead.

That man almost strangled her with his eyes. It was just mere eye contact that lasted for about twenty seconds, yet it jolted a string of her frozen heart.

Something was gonna happen, her Pisces instincts were screaming.

"Calm down, baby. Let's calm down." She coaxed herself to not kill any walking element within her range.

Taking sluggish steps and emerging on the pavement, she revised her phone.

"Fuck you!" she shrieked at her dead phone and snapped her head back at the bar, squaring her shoulders, heaving her chin high.

"That motherfucking bastard, he thinks he knows me," she scoffed, aggressively tugging the dark locks behind her ear, "No! I am not that naive Leona. This Leona is a lioness! I am The Ebony!  Asshole sexy stranger." She let out a string of expletives recalling his asterin grey eyes of that stranger.

The howling of a dog startled her and Leona frowned, gaping at the stray animal who was staring at her. Overly disturbed, she groaned out loud.

"What!" Leona crossed her arms in front of her chest, narrowing her eyes at the furry creature. "You too, go fuck your wifey or something."

As if the animal understood her and walked away wiggling his tail cheerfully.

The soft drizzle kissed her hair and the cold winds embrace the dark Rapunzel as she walked aimlessly. She was Pluviophile and loved the scent of petrichor.

"Who was that bitch who thought that running away from Ryan was a mind-blowing and adrenaline rushing idea?" The question tickled her tongue.

You, her inner goddess replied.

Leona rolled her eyes, lamenting the decision to ditch her manager and sneak away from him. Ryan was her human shield, her protector, her mother, father, brother, therapist, her clown — just a wholesome superhero she got for life.

"Ryan, my manager. My nice sweet manager, come and get me," she grumbled, slightly puckering her creamy lower lip out and dressing her arms around her cold frame as the drizzle soon evolved into the monstrous hail. 

She strutted near the signal, solely drenched in droplets and lost in her trance.

LA still hates me.

Just when she took a step to cross the street, the blue Mercedes royally curbed in front of her. Leona arched her eyebrows as the tinted glass rolled down and the sexy stranger from the bar grinned at her. 

Tayson coolly folded his arm on the window rim and rested his chin on the back of his wrist, staring at her.

"Hello, again," he smirked.

The clamour and spattering sound of heavy droplets embracing the earth rang round them in a dingy symphony. Tayson docked his gaze to her high heels to up her tall frame.  His stomach churned in knots as her smooth legs, now garnished with pearly drops moved ever so slightly. The velvet fabric beautifully suffocated her skin and the hem halted right on her mid-thigh. Her impossibly sensual curves parted his lips and sheer lust glimmered in his hazy eyes, imagining how his callous fingers could trace them and ravish them.

The Casanova within him was begging to unleash.

"If you are done eye-fucking me, get lost." The soft voice dusted with ice spikes smacked him into reality and Tayson beamed, looking in her exquisite eyes gleaming in the void.

Her eyes were like thousands of emeralds crushed and submerged into the wild ocean— inviting but life-threatening.

"I am not done though." He declared with a flirty wink. "Let me stare for ten more minutes. I would love the sight if you change your pose though."

"Fuck off," she spat, resting the bitch face, and his chest rumbled in a rich chuckle as he flexed his shoulders and leapt into his action mode to accomplish his crucial goal.

"Want a ride?" his voice climbed an octave, so she could hear his words over the disastrous rain.

Leona cocked her head, funny glints dancing in her eyes and as if Tayson read her mind.

He whistled. "I am talking about riding my car, but to satisfy your dirty mind I can let you ride me too."

Internally scoffing, Leona swiped her tongue over her frosty lower lip and a hellish smile graced her glittering face. "Let me drive you. I mean your car, of course."

Tayson snorted, enjoying wherever the talk was heading to. He drove his fingers through the sodden set of his lush black wavy locks that again dribbled over his forehead, napping above his eyebrows. "You reek of alcohol."

"Well, you reek of germs and sex, you hear me complaining?" 

The heavy sarcasm lacing her tone made him frown and smile in the regale at the same time. "Smell of alcohol can get us behind the bars, but the smell of sex won't."

Again her deadpanned look frayed a sigh from his plump brims. "Lo-"

Leona cut off his utterance by sauntering to the other side of the car and plucking the door open, before prickly planting her soaked ass on the expensive seat. 

"I am Tays-"

"Not interested," she said, bracing her turquoise orbs steady on the street ahead and buckling up.

It's going to be a hell of a ride.

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