Mr Nobody

It was a tiring and boring day. The sun hung hidden in the sky and sent a dull ray of sunshine to the earth. It was quite cool for an early september.

Nora was outside her apartment, taking a nap on a rocking chair. Her hair was being blown by the wind; and she had sunglasses on even when it wasn't that sunny.

She was wearing a tight baby shirt that brought out the shape of her elegantly curved boobs and bum shorts that screamed sex.

It was her free time—the small time she can spend at home before going to work again that evening.

Nora was scrolling through her phone a minute later, looking for possible jobs because she was sick and tired of the so-called “club” where she worked.

A notification popped into her phone. She swiped down the screen and saw a subject-heading email that read: “Watch your back”.

Nora jumped off the chair and stilled herself before she opened the email. It read: “I know where you are; and I'll come get you”.

“Oh my gosh,” she muttered to herself. “He has found me. How'd he get my email, though?“

Nora soon stood up and started panicking. “Someone at the club must have given Raven my email. But… I always mind my business. And I don't remember giving anybody my email address—except for manager Thompson. Did he… sell me out?“

Nora suddenly ran back to the furnished two-roomed apartment she lived in with her roomate. Catherine was just about to come out of the house when Nora barged into her.

“I'm so sorry, Cat,” she apologised, “but I need to—”

“It's okay,” Catherine replied, giving Nora a big smile. “Why were you running, though? Did something happen?“

“No… nothing. I'm moving out—”

“Oh Nora! I was going to get some fuel for my vehicle. Do you mind coming with me? So you can at least spare some time off your busy and boring life?“

“But—”

“No buts, roomie. Just go out with me; who knows if I might take you shopping from there? What are you doing at home, anyways?“

“Fine,” Nora sucked in, affecting defeat. “I'll go with you.“

Nora dashed into the house and brought out a wool jacket with her. She hung it over her shoulders and nodded to her friend.

They both got into Catherine's Porsche 911 car and drove off to the station.

****

Alvin roamed around Los Angeles with his Bugatti Chiron car. The traffic was quite tight for a morning but other cars cleared the way for him because of the price and peculiarity of his car.

Los Angeles is a city known as the home of Hollywood and also the home place of more than 45% of American celebrities; and just the sight of his car will make some of the richest celebrities pave the way when they see him coming.

Alvin was burning the car fuel because he was going at full speed. He was playing loud rap music and several heads were turned at everywhere he passed.

Alvin finally slowed down, discovering that he'd calm down a bit. But he was still going to see his father—that man will pay for exposing his weak side to Amanda.

His car slowed down near the street of a very quiet and heavily-guarded place in Los Angeles. Alvin could tell that the street was the residence of a very popular and influential musician.

His gaze fell upon a strong old tree just in front of him. The demon in him was daring him to accelerate with the beast quad-turbo W-16 powertrain the car had and run straight into the tree—maybe his worthless life will end there.

As he was contemplating it, his father's manager sent him a message which read: Mr Miller wants you to come meet with him in his banana penthouse.

Alvin hit his hands on the steering wheel in anger before he started the car and drove out. He was driving the car at its full speed now—ten times faster than it had been before.

The fuel gauge soon warned that the fuel tank was going to be empty soon.

“Shit! I need to go to the nearest fueling station,” Alvin said to himself and drove for about five minutes more before he reached Sunshine Chevron.

Alvin didn't plan on staying there for too long most especially because of his mask and car—he didn't want to draw attention.

The station was quite full, and only one of the fuel departments was free. Alvin drove forward to park there and fuel his vehicle when a Porsche car suddenly overtook him and got there first.

“You've got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath.

A blonde girl in her early twenties stepped out of the driver's seat of the Porsche; she turned back at the last second and stuck her tongue out to Alvin's car.

The Bugatti's rear window and every other glass in the car was tinted, and only Alvin could see the girl—she couldn't see him.

Alvin was suddenly enraged, his hands squeezed the steering of his car like he was strangling the inanimate thing to death.

He had just made a fool of himself. Who in the world would actually believe that a Porsche car overtook a beast like the Bugatti?

The girl walked over to the passenger seat of the car and leaned in to give somebody inside something—a credit card, Alvin realised.

After that, the girl who had been driving the Porsche walked away from the car to an unknown destination.

It took everything in Alvin not to come out of his car and walk up to punish her for what she did. But he unfortunately didn't want to cause a scene—not with a masked face, at least.

The passenger door suddenly opened, and Alvin leaned over to his steering to see who the gone bitch had given her credit card to.

Alvin froze still when he saw the figure that came out of the car the next second. She was about 5'9”, her reddish-brown hair crashed over her shoulders, palish-white skin and ass that made Alvin's mouth dry and his manhood high.

He couldn't see her face clearly since his car was still at an odd angle; but Alvin could bet his net-worth that she was probably more beautiful than all the sluts he had slept with.

Alvin studied her body language and sensed that she was nervous with the way she was looking around the station. His dick was definitely going to burst out of his trousers when he saw her boobs.

Nora stepped forward with the credit card and was in the process of stretching her hands for the hose when Alvin suddenly drove up to her with speed and stepped out of his car.

Nora froze in place and turned. “Are you…”

She stopped when she saw that he was masked. Alvin glared at her face through the mask and suddenly realised that he was dumb.

He was right—the woman standing in front of him was indeed more beautiful than all the women and celebrities he had set his eye on. For a second, he wanted to believe so badly that he was dead and she was his female companion in heaven.

“You almost fucking killed me!“ Nora yelled, hitting his chest in anger.

Alvin felt pain surge through his body as she hit him; this girl was something he couldn't understand.

“I-I…” for the first time in his life, Alvin was dumbfounded because of a girl—the same gender which he could turn into a doll with just his voice; not even his looks.

“You what, mister? And what's up with the mask? Halloween was eleven months ago.“ Nessa moved to take the hose once again as she spoke.

Alvin suddenly grabbed her hands and pushed her off the fuel machine without thinking—it was the only reasonable thing he could do to prevent himself from drowning in her cotton-candy lips.

“I came before you,” he managed. “The driving bitch overtook…”

Alvin wasn't able to finish because he suddenly felt hotness on his neck—she slapped him!

“You… slapped me?“ he stammered, eyes red and wide-open like the pit of hell.

“Yes I did,” she replied, “and you should thank your God that you're wearing a mask, lest the slap would have landed on your face instead.“

Alvin was supposed to feel enraged, especially since none of the girls he had encountered has ever had the guts to slap him. But, he surprisingly felt calm—and he wouldn't mind insulting her friend again if that means he'd get another slap.

They stared at each other for a minute, Nora's green eyes and Alvin's sky blue one feeding and feeling each other. It felt like they could see what was in each other's heart and soul.

In the next second, Nora noticed that he wasn't staring at her any longer. Alvin's eyes were looking behind her instead.

Nora slowly turned to look behind her, and she screamed when she saw a bulldog. She suddenly ran into Alvin's embrace like a scared little cat; mistakenly using her lips to brush his' in the process.

Alvin flinched, his brain clouded and went to space one with sweetness. He could feel the warm and sweet swell of her breasts on his chest. This was the same girl who had acted all brave and fearless to him just some minutes ago. Why was she suddenly afraid of a harmless dog now?

Alvin shooed at the dog, and soon a woman in her late forties came running to them and apologising before she dragged the dog along with her.

Nora pulled out of Alvin's embrace immediately after that. And Alvin felt cold again as soon as their body contact was broken.

“I'm not going to apologise to you,” Nora muttered, rather nervously. “It's all your fault. It'd never have happened if you had just made me buy first.“

Alvin noticed that she played with her fingers as she spoke— which was a good sign since he was a pro at women affairs. She probably liked him too.

“Probably?“ a voice in his head mocked.

“What the fuck, girlfriend!“ Catherine suddenly exclaimed, coming from nowhere. “Why haven't you bought it yet?“

“Long story,” Nora sighed before she pumped the credit card in the fuel machine and tapped the amount they desired.

Alvin watched her quietly, not caring much about the girl Nora had slapped him for.

“Who is he, anyway?“ Catherine asked, throwing her blonde hair out of her face like she did when she wanted to make a man run wild.

But surprisingly, Alvin didn't flinch at her efforts. His eyes never moved away from Nora for a second.

“He's just a sad guy,” Nora muttered dismissively. “We should go back now. I feel exhausted just from talking with him.“

Alvin knew she was lying—at least her last sentence wasn't true. But that wasn't going to clear the fact that she actually called him a sad guy.

Catherine smiled smugly before she got in the car and Nora followed after her.

“Bye… Mr. Nobody.“ Nora smirked and shot a wicked glance at Alvin before the car zoomed off.

“She's wickedly evil,” Alvin stuttered.