CHAPTER 5: The Mechanic's Touch

Laura, my coworker and the only real friend I have, gaped at my engagement ring. She checked it out the moment we saw each other, saying she saw the news about my engagement with the hot billionaire Michael Montero online.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Do you know how much this stone is worth? Millions of dollars, bitch! You are the luckiest girl alive."

"Mom already told me," I chuckled, pulling my hand back from her. "I am, except for the fact that my soon-to-be husband is a cold fish. Like a tuna in a freezer," I replied, rolling my eyes as I put on my branded heels.

"But it's Michael Montero." Looking on the bright side, she checked herself out in front of the mirror with the heels she thought she favored. "I heard from Karen that he's a jumbo. Like a Trojan Magnum XL," she giggled, gesturing in the air like she's wrapping her hands around a huge cock.

"Karen is a nosy chatterbox, don't listen to her. She believes everything she sees on the internet," I dismissed the news she heard. "Tell her that you saw a flying wolf and she would believe it."

"You are so mean," Laura giggled before sitting on the couch and taking off her heels. "But haven't you taken a peek of his body? I bet he's delicious."

A small smirk appeared on my face as I imagined myself crawling on top of him while he waits for me to eat him up like my favorite lollipop flavor.

I'm still in the euphoria of last night's event. How he kissed me.

Oh my, I want to make him kiss me again.

"What are you grinning about? Spill!"

"I haven't, okay?" I answered, and she didn't believe me at first. "But soon, I will."

Confidence is the key to success, and curiosity is the door to all knowledge. Lucky me, I've got both. But I think I'm gonna need a sledgehammer to break through Michael's stone-hard tower.

My phone rang, and Mr. Potty was calling me.

The smirk on my face widened as I picked it up and showed the screen to Laura.

"Look who's calling," I sang. She asked me to put it on speaker, but I refused and gestured her to go away. "Hey, sugar pie honey bunch, what made you call today?" I made my voice sound little and babyish.

"Get out of that shop now. I'm waiting outside," he replied before ending the call without letting me speak.

Glancing at Laura, I faked a giggle as if I was still talking to Michael even though the line had already ended.

"Waiting for me outside?" I asked, lengthening my neck like a giraffe to peek outside the glass wall. I couldn't see him anywhere. "Where are we going?"

Laura followed my gaze and also found nothing but a bunch of people walking past the shop.

"Really?!" I forced a Barbie laugh and paused for a second before humming. "Okay, okay... I'll be there," I said before putting my phone down.

"What did he say?" Laura's nosiness could be compared to Karen's sometimes, but I liked to feed her with something.

"Well, he didn't tell me anything specific. But he said he's waiting for me outside," I replied, placing the heels I tried on back to the sales lady, who patiently waited for us to choose, but I guess she waited for nothing.

Laura gasped, and the bitch was even more excited than I am. "Let's go! Let's go!"

"What are you doing?" I questioned when she almost dragged me out of the shop.

"Duh? I want to see a billionaire up close. Who knows, maybe he could introduce me to his cousins," she dreamt.

"Good luck," I wished before leading the way outside.

Ironing my bodycon dress, I stepped outside the shop, making sure my presence would light up the world more than how the sun could.

"Is that him?" Laura asked from behind. I followed her gaze and found Michael's car parked on the other side of the street.

He was inside the car. He had glasses on, as he should, or he would be blinded by my beauty.

"Oh. My. Freaking. G! He even looks perfect from the side," she uttered, while daydreaming of being in my place.

"Watch those eyes, that's my fiancé," I bitterly told Laura, causing her dreamy face to turn into a pouty one. "I gotta go, see you at Milan next week."

"Alright." Kissing our cheeks, she checked herself out in front of the glass window and flipped her hair to the back. "Just make sure that you will send me an invitation to your wedding, huh? I might also catch a big fish in the ocean."

I shook my head before leaving her there to catch her own ride. I sashayed my way towards the passenger seat and let myself in.

As soon as I sat beside him, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and orgasmed ten times as my senses were enveloped by his manly scent.

"This is very sweet of you," I squealed and poked his chin twice. "I didn't know that Michael Montero would show up so randomly and pick me up--"

I cut myself off when I noticed that he wasn't even listening to whatever I said. Instead, he picked up his GPS and put on a new place where we were headed.

"Where are we going?" I asked, waiting for him to notice that I wasn't wearing my seat belt and hoping that maybe he would wear it for me.

"If we met an accident, you will certainly die first," he uttered as he held the wheel before turning to me. "Put your seat belt on."

I had huge hopes that he could be an ideal man even just for a day-- not a day, I'm sure he'd die if he forced himself to be caring in a day, an hour perhaps?

With my lips curved upwards, I secured my safety. The moment he heard the click, he drove off.

"Where are we going?" I asked for the second time.

"You'll know when we get there," he simply answered. What should I expect? Michael never knew how to elaborate.

"Can you be more on point like how you always crush my 'in distress' prestige?"

He let out a hard exhale, a sign that the straw of his patience could be counted in fingers.

"Can you at least play something nicer than your Mozart?" I was about to reach the radio when he swatted my hand, causing me to jolt in my place.

"Don't touch my radio," he cautioned me. "Don't touch anything at all," he added.

I scowled at him while holding the hand that he slapped. "You're not just mean, you're also a jerk and you violated my freedom. Why are you like this?"

"Why are 'you' like that?" He asked back.

Scoffing, I looked outside the window with my betrayed face. "If you're going to act like a total asshole to me, why did you even take me with you? I'm not demanding you to take me on a date or anywhere else with you," I pointed out. "I'm not a 'desperado' like how you see me."

"You talk like one," he replied, which had my lips sewn together.

Never have I ever encountered anyone who had the balls to talk like that to me face to face. Maybe it's just that his balls were gigantic as hell.

"To shut your mouth, Mom asked me to take you to our rest house. Because she said she wanted us to..." He sighed first before continuing his sentence. "Spend the honeymoon in there," his words came out almost as a whisper.

Looking away, my scowl was gone in an instant and was replaced by a blush.

Only if I could, I'm going to squeal and kick in the air from what he said. But I have to stay formal and keep my professionalism.

Honeymoon... Michael and I.

Thousands of butterflies began fluttering inside my stomach.

Hours of the drive, I didn't know that I fell asleep. I just woke up when I felt the car stopped.

It was already dark outside, and we were in the middle of a freaky road.

Trees, insects, sickness. Ghost? Tarzan's ass?

"Fuck!" I heard Michael curse through his breath and slam his wheel.

"What happened?" I asked with my horsey voice.

"What do you think what happened?" He snapped at me as he picked up his phone and cursed once again. "No signal, fucking awesome."

I didn't know he was good at cursing. As much as he sounded hot uttering such sinful words, I think I prefer him speaking in his usual way because hearing him curse makes me see his horns growing even longer.

He hopped out of his car and tried to look for a signal.

Rolling my eyes, I followed him and slammed the door shut. I checked for the tires and saw no problem, but there was smoke coming out of the front of the car.

Looking around, I couldn't see anything. There were no other vehicles passing by.

It was just the trees, the road, and the two of us under the night sky, embraced by the cold wind. The eternity number of stars were hidden by thick clouds. It might rain soon.

That was so poetic of me.

The road was lit up by lampposts, and that was the only light that gave me the ability to shoo away my fear of darkness. Who knows? Maybe Bigfoot or a skinwalker would come out of these woods.

Michael stood there looking for service. I checked my own phone and, yep, no signal.

"Hey, pop the hood," I told him, standing in front of his car.

"What?" He turned with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Want your car fixed? Pop it and give me some water," I told him.

Uttering no more, he popped the hood. I tied my hair before opening it. I coughed as soon as the smoke rose right on my face.

"Your BMW Z4 needs a lot of changes, Mr. Potty," I told him as I checked his car using the flashlight of my phone. "Your radiator is as old as you and it's thirsty," I reported to him before turning.

He was standing there with both of his hands on his hips like a boss keeping an eye on me. Watching me as if I was going to steal his engine.

"This is a century-old car," I muttered while checking the thousands of problems of his car. "You have all the money in the world and you can't afford a new one? Ever heard about Tesla?" I questioned him.

"I'm not like most people who would spend a lot of money over unnecessary things," he replied, crossing his arms.

"Just say you're an ungenerous person. How's your investment? I bet it's on a static graph." I raspberry and knocked his engine. It was still smoking. "See your radiator? It's almost busted, and these chains you see over here? They need a change."

I faced him, flipping my bangs. I saw a glimpse of amusement in his eyes, just for a second.

"For a smart man, you don't seem to have an idea on how to take care of your car."

"As if you know so much about cars?"

I could only snicker at him. "Doesn't mean I'm a spoiled brat and a lady, I'm dumb with the things that exist in this world, hubby," I beamed at him. "I can be a hot Mechanic."

He wasn't interested in hearing the whole story, so while I took my bottled water from my bag and quenched the thirst of his car, I might give him a piece of me.

"I used to spend my summers in Texas. My uncle loves cars and he introduced me to them. Every part, how to fix them, the symptoms of having a problem in them," I shared with him, while pouring the water slowly and fanning the smoke with my hand. "He said that if you ought to have a car, you should know how to use them, fix them, and take care of them."

"Then why don't you have a car?"

I paused and looked at him. "I failed the driving test three times because I don't like driving," I answered him proudly. "Besides, why would I need one? We have a family driver and a limo."

He scoffed, exasperated at my answer.

"This isn't enough. Where's your water?" I asked, pointing the light at his face that he pushed away.

"I have no water in my car," he replied in his annoyed tone of speaking.

"Pee on it," I told him, gesturing my hand on his car. He gave me an 'are-you-kidding-me?' look as he kept his feet right where he was standing.

"I'm not going to pee on my car."

"Do it, or we will have to wait for the next car to pass by and hitchhike. I'm pretty sure that it's not the kind of thing Michael Montero would do," I challenged him, but I didn't see any changes in his expression.

Grunting, he pulled me away from the car and closed it. "Forget it," he mumbled.

Panic consumed me, what was he planning to do?

I watched him take a few of his belongings from inside the car as well as the key before starting to walk in a direction.

"Forget it?" I echoed. "Michael, this is the most remote place I have ever been in my whole life. And it looks like the next town is about thousands of miles away!" I complained, but the jerk kept walking.

"I'm not going to wait for you. Keep up!"

"Michael!" I stomped my foot on the ground and groaned. "I swear on all Greek gods and goddesses, I'm gonna kick his ass!"