Chapter Three

Vincent pushes Gabrielle a little to check on her bleeding hand.

"The cut is deep.." He murmurs to himself with a deep frown on his face as he examines her wound before looking at her face.

"I take you to the hospital.." He speaks gentdy as he pushes the strands of her brunette curly hair away from her angelic face.

She looked so lost, so angry and so down that he wanted to just imprison her back to his arms. Suddenly, Gabrielle pulls her hand away from his and looks up to glare at him. That is the only time that she seemed to have finally got a grip of herself.

With a deep frown on her face, she stares at the stranger's handsome face who is looking down at her like she's a damsel in distress. His eyes are of deep blue it's almost violet that he reminded her of Elizabeth Taylor. His nose is tall that matched perfectly to his deep cheekbones and strong jaws.

"I'll bring you to the hospital.." He repeats reaching out for her wounded hand once again as his other hand pulls out a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit and dabs it on her palm.

Gabrielle looks at his hand holding hers. Who is this stranger and why is he acting so concern and all? Exhaling heavily and rolling her eyes, she again pulled her hand away from his. She has no time for good for nothing hookers like him right now.

He's probably just one of her great father's pawns he sent to ruin her day. Probably one of his new bodyguards... perhaps, one of her bodyguards that she doesn't know.

She knows her every move is still being watched by her father's shadow. She wouldn't admit to herself that she knows her father still cared for her, but that is actually the case. He'd always have someone to make sure she's safe. Something she isn't sure if she appreciates. She hates being watched. She hates the fact that she grew up surrounded by nannies and bodyguards.

But what she hates the most is that,

despite that, she still was never safe... She was about to walk past him when he stops her by pulling her arm until she's faced to him again. His face looks frustrated...and concern when she looked up to him again.

Those eyes... She's sure she had seen those deep penetrating eyes. She just can't remember when and where.

"You're bleeding!" He snaps making her blink and frown deeper.

Did he just raise his voice at her?!

Just who on Earth does he think he is?!

"You have to be treated unless you want to die in infection." She almost chokes at that.

He's over-reacting!

"I have long been dead!" She talked back angrily surprised at her own words.

"A small cut cannot hurt me anymore!" She continued which stunned him.

He can see the anger from her beautiful face, he can hear the bitterness in her voice as well. She purposely pushed him on the chest with her shoulder as she walks past him, leaving him staring at her back as she walks towards her car with her wounded hand leaving traces of thick warm blood on the floor.

"Stubborn brat...!" He mentally screams as he looks up the ceiling of the parking lot while running his fingers through his hair.

"Idiot..." She muttered before cursing: feeling the burning pain in her hand now as she opens the door of her hummer only for the stranger to close it again by hitting it closed with his palm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She snapped facing the stranger who is looking at her with both concern and anger in his eyes.

"What is wrong with you?!" He replied back growing more frustrated at how stubborn this brat is.

She has a wound and does she really plan on driving this huge vehicle that she wasn't supposed to be driving in the first place?! For such a tiny and slim lady as she is, a hummer?! To be honest he'd already expected her to be driving some nice sports car, but a huge and heavy hummer, seriously?!

Not that it's illegal for a girl to drive it, but still, it's not in her personality to be driving this type of vehicles. What more interesting facts does he have to uncover about this brat?

"Do you honestly think you're superwoman who can still drive this ridiculously huge hummer with your hand bleeding non-stop like that?!" He said angrily pulling her hand forcefully and tying the handkerchief around it so that it stops bleeding.

The next thing he did was to steal the key from her other hand before grabbing her on the shoulders and pushing her to the other side of her huge vehicle.

"Get in!" He commanded her.

Fuck, not that frown on her beautiful face that he's already getting used to! Gabrielle remains glaring at him with open mouth.

"Get in..." He tries keeping his cool as he opens the door and gently pushes her to get into the car.

"Who do you think you are?!"

"Argh! Just get in and let me bring you to the hospital, you brat!" He spat making her breathe through her mouth while chuckling.

"Why don't you just get back to hell where you came from and leave me alone?!" She spats back trying to steal the keys from his hand but the damn beast is fast to deny his hand from hers and suddenly he ducks grabbing her lower body before throwing her up on his shoulders.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

She screams in surprise with his sudden move. Her stomach is lying on his shoulder as he embraces her legs.

"Bring me down!!" She screams as she hits his back continuously. The next thing she feels was his arms snaking around her back as he embraces her tightly so he can bring her down from his shoulders. The handsome stranger then leans down still holding her as he puts her down the back seat of her hummer.

"What the fuck are you..!" He finally lies her down on the seat, the warm hard muscles of his body are so close to her.. not just close but he is practically leaning down on top of her now.

"I'm taking you to the hospital..." He says gently as he presses in her back while staring intently at her beautiful face.

God damn in! He can feel his trousers getting tight just looking at her stunned beautiful face while lying on top of her like this.

"Fuck that! Can't you just leave me alone?!"

She tried pushing him down of her car but darn it, he's so tall and masculine that with her feet inches height, she doubt she can even move his finger away from her wheels.

"Will you just shut up and hold your hand tight to stop it from bleeding?!"

He said making her breathe through her mouth out of annoyance as he finally lets her go and stands up before banging the door closed even before she can seat properly.

The hell with this arse to talk to her anyhow?!

She doesn't even know him.

"Stop this and leave me alone before I call the police! This is kidnapping!"

She screams at the top of her lunch as he quickly walks to the front of the car and gets himself onto the driver's seat.

"Do whatever you want." He just said simply as he manoeuvres the car out of the building, not minding the stubborn brat losing her temper at the back of her own car.

"You, bastard!" She screams suddenly grabbing the wheels making the car turn with a creaking sound and the other cars honking behind them.

"You, brat!" He immediately takes control of the wheels and give her a deadly glare after pushing her with his shoulders back to the seat. Damn! She would kill both of them!

"If you already wish to die, die alone! Don't mess with other people's lives being stubborn!" Vincent loses his temper and throws a deadly glare at her briefly.

"What if there'll be an accident with you doing that?! What if the car next to us meets a tragic fate and all the people inside die?! Can you take responsibility of the lost lives?! What kind of human are you?!"

He is seriously so mad now. She's moving on impulse and not thinking properly now.

He looks at her briefly again and sees her frowning deeply at him. She looks as if she'd gotten her grip now after what he said about a possible accident.

"Now fasten your seatbelt and just hold on to your hand tight. I won't hurt you, I just bring you to the hospital, period.." Vincent trues calming himself as he checks on Gabrielle from the mirror.

"I've... I've been kidnapped before.."

She whispered absent-mindedly which made him frown and blink a couple of times. She gulps nervously as she looks back at the cars they passed by. Vincent sighs at that and tries to understand that he must've also stunned her for suddenly dragging her out of the parking lot and taking her own car.

"I'm not kidnapping you... I'll just bring you to the hospital, Gabrielle. Your wounds have to be treated. I can't just leave you alone to drive when it's bleeding non-stop like that..." He checks on her again. She looks at him from the back and didn't say a thing.

"My name is Vincent by the way.." He says breaking the ice and trying not to scare her now.

"I won't hurt you... and I don't think I ever looked like a kidnapper."

"Don't bring me to the hospital..." She speaks in a whisper as she looks in front at the road now. Vincent briefly checks on her and notices that she's pale. If it was because of him suddenly dragging her, or of the hummer almost cartwheeling on the road awhile ago or the blood that keeps on gushing out of her wounded palm, he doesn't know.

But she looks so pale and so stunned now.

"You need treatment. The doctors have to disinfect the wound so that.."

"Just bring me to my flat..."

"Gabrielle.." Their eyes meet once again through the mirror. Hers is burning his as she looks intently at him without any kind of emotion.

Gabrielle is just staring at him blankly that it almost pains him thinking what could be running inside that pretty head of hers right now. Their first meeting is absolutely weird and odd. Just about half an hour ago, they are helping each other in destroying her father's car like they are some good-for-nothing thugs. Then the next minute, they are fighting like cats and dogs and now they are staring at each other as if they are reaching each other's soul through their eyes meeting like that.

"The Atelier.. Just bring me there, Vincent." She calls him by his name for the very first time and he feels as if butterflies are on a stampede inside his stomach.

Hearing her now soft voice whispering his name is almost like a drug to him that he feels as if she'd already convinced him not to take her to the hospital...

Vincent looks at her from the mirror again and sees her lying her back comfortably on the head rest of her own car now.

As regal as she is now, she repeats herself when she catches him looking at her through the mirror with a deep frown on his confused face.

"I don't need a hospital. I'm sure you know how to clean wounds. Just bring me to my flat and help me clean the wounds instead, that is, if you're dead serious you want me to treat this wound."

"You need a doctor who knows how to..."

"I know exactly how to clean wounds Vincent." She calls him by his name again.

"I'm a doctor... My father must've missed mentioning that to you and I'm not even surprised. But I am telling you now. So just do as I say and get me back to my flat."

"You're a doctor.." He repeats in a whisper.

Why didn't he know about that?!

"The tabloids must've made me into a bitch heiress and a slut. But I was a doctor before all that." She says looking out the window and watching the huge buildings in Manhattan passing through before her eyes... not minding the pair of deep blue eyes trying to study her soul through her chocolate brown ones.