Chapter 5 - Mister Arrogant

Curiously I looked up to see who's the person, I saw deep black pools staring at me. Its him. God I felt the spark.

A chill ran down through my body by this mere contact.

I concluded that Its not only his presence, but also I was letting his electric touch affect me so much.

That thought was enough to bring me back to my senses. I seriously need to get a grip here. Taking a deep breath I decided to tackle this mess ASAP so that I could finally go my home and take some kind of mental rest .

"I am sorry, I really didn't mean to hit you like that, not that I am hitting on you." I offered my kinda awakward apologizy again. I hoped he would respond with something like -its ok or all good but since he was choosing to stay quite, I decided to continue.

"Look I am really really sorry ,My Gran called me and as you can see my hands were full of bags, Chris was also nowhere near my line of sight for help, so I picked up call while running and smashed into you. Its a joint phenomenon because of my phone, Gran , Chris, and of course,shopping. Shit I don't even like shopping." Okay thats enough , I need to stop blabbing now.

He drpped my hand, making me miss the warmth of his touch instantly. His face was devoid of any recognisable human expression.One of the men in dark suit was stepping ahead offering him a phone. But he stopped the man with one look and shook his head. And the man who was way older than him, effortlessly complied.

Still keeping his poker face on, with his dark scrutinizing eyes fixed on me.

"It should be better if you could use your eyes judiciously, rather than causing trouble to others. And I am not merely intrested in hearing that sloppy stories of yours. I hardly believe it's an accident."

His menacing gaze slid over my body up and down.

"Girls like you literally try to act all innocent but we all know how greedy and bitchy someone like you could be, stop wasting my time cause I will be not taking you to my bed." He spoke vehemently, with his words dripping with sheer annoyance and anger.

The audacity of this man! How dare he?

"Excuse me! No I have no intent of going into bed with someone like you who still has his head shoved deep into his pompous ass." I huffed with outrage.

He looked taken aback by my outburst.

My response made his eyes go wide. I mentally high fived myself for getting out an emotion out of his surprised laced poker face.

He appeared somehow livid, as if he was going to slaughter me like a predator planning to catch it's prey.

"So you got a sharp tongue I see, too bad you used it to mess with the wrong person" He was smirking while his tone was full of warning, telling me that I really brought the storm on myself.

I flinched think about the worse consequences. Although he was young, he has still got his own army of dark suits. This is what wrong with rich brats, they think by using money they can get out of anything.

If only I could have been a bit more attentive and controlled my verbal approach, I would not be standing here and regretting about this shit storm.

He put on his sunglass and got up himself from my periphery without caring to give a hand, so I could even get up.

Resuming his stride, he left with his men without turning back. People were gathered to saw this epic shit show and I can't even blame them.

Their eyes mocking and pittingme while their aughter went out my ability to handle. My eyes stung, and I looked upward forbidding the tears to flow down.

No one has ever behaved so rudely to me I was cursing Chris under my breath. Where the hell was he?

I was not lying when I realised how it was the most embarrassingly awkward moment of my life.

Still in a daze I started picking up the bags but noticed a handkerchief lying on the floor. It was white, linen and had surprisingly clean with some intricate design print.

I picked it and dabbed my eyes on the sides. While doing so, my eyes caught something printed on it.

As I unfolded it I saw letter 'E' beautifully stitched on it, in black threads just like his black eyes.

No doubt it was his.

It could be his name. I am wiping my tears by the indirect help of the same person who made me cry.Hah the irony did not get lost on me

Two hands were lifting me from the floor, from my miserable state and valueless thoughts. I don't even have to think twice to know that its Chris.

As I turned to see him he saw me crying and hugged me hard.I raise my head to tell him everything.

"It's okay Sky, Don't cry please. lets go" he spoke trying to convince me.

Chris took half of my bags in his one hand and put his other hand on my solder and dragged me to his side to comfort me.

We finally headed towards the exit. As we are finally exiting I saw the hanky clutched in my hand and thought about throwing it out and put a full stop on this embarassing memory.

But I couldn't. This time he made me embarrass but if fate plays it's card right and I would get another chance to see that jerk, I will definitely give him a taste of his arrogance.

Mr Arrogant, you may have your money and power but you don't know with whom you have messed with.

But then again it's unlikely that Icould see him again. I will definitely try to erase this day and this chance encounter, thinking of it as of some silly dream.

I smiled to myself, feeling satisfied for finally heading to home and not having to deal with Mr Arrogant ever again.

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I never knew that day would be the beginning of our story, without being aware of what dangerous weave of a game I have stepped myself into. A chance collision with him, left me ignorant of the extent to which my peacefully built up life until now was about to be changed.