Arrogant

LOLA

I held my Chin gracefully high, as I used my a*s to push his chauffeur aside and boldly walked towards him, looking up at him I scoffed loudly " you hit me and you can't even apologize, mister", I drawled.

" Sorry, but you're mistaken ma'am, I didn't hit you, my driver almost did. Now get into the car. " He ordered, pointing at the car.

" What is the difference? And why will I get into your car? When I'm fine"this guy must be an arrogant fish.

" I have to make sure you won't come after me in the future with fake injury and blackmailing me, so please" he stood his ground. It looked like this person wouldn't take no for an answer.

I looked up from his expensive shoes up to his neatly styled hair. I really like running into weirdos. What is so special about him? Is he a celebrity or what? I'm also from a wealthy family. Why will I go about blackmailing some arrogant celebrity " excuse me, have you been deceived all your life?" I asked with a mocking smirk. I meant for him to be so full of himself. Some stupid lady out there must be filling his head with that sweet talk , but for a second I swore I saw some strange emotions but they quickly disappeared, as if they were never there. Wonderful! I give him a thumbs up for being able to mask his feelings so easily. Unlike me, whose emotions are always displayed openly on my face, the walls around this person can't be penetrated.

" That's none of your business and for your information nothing you say here will change the fact that we're paying a special visit to the hospital tonight"he replied coldly, earning a groan from me.

" Tonight! Oh no!" I exclaimed more dramatically than I intended.

" What's wrong?" He asked. I can't tell if he did that out of concern, but looking at his expression, I am certain he didn't. His voice said otherwise. However, I still went ahead to explain myself.

"I'm late for my boyfriend's birthday" he frowned, but I'm proud I did, now he will know how to handle another guy's woman.

"So?" He drew indifferently.

Seriously " so?" I asked, unable to believe my ears, this man is really a fish, " it's all your fault and you must take responsibility". I snorted.

Silence befell us, as we meditate on our own thoughts. It looks like this guy won't budge and getting a cab tonight won't be possible.

" What would be my gain if I did help?" He asked. What did I expect from a businessman?

" Fine" I gave up. " Take me to the hotel first, I will write a statement saying I'm fine. " I suggested with a grin on my face, but the look on his face seemed very disgusting. What happened? Why is he giving me such a disgusting look? Is there something wrong with what I said?

"What the h*ck, I'm not that kind of a girl" I yelled furiously when I finally understood what was wrong. " My boyfriend owns the hotel and that's the venue for the party, what are you thinking?"I demanded, sounding as domineering as I could.

I'm not dressed like those call girls do. Why will he look down on me because I'm going to a hotel?

"Okay, now that sounds like a great idea, deal?" He stretched out his hand to stick the deal. I looked down at his outstretched hand, deliberating whether to take it or not, but knowing that I'm a tigress not a chicken, I boldly took his big hand in my small one." Deal!" I said.

'His long fingers were adorned with exquisite and expensive rings. No wonder he was scared of being blackmailed. He must be super rich' if not for the electrocuting sparks that suddenly ran down my spine, I would still be admiring him because of the sudden spark. I immediately retrieved my hand from his. He stared down at me, making me wonder if he also felt it.

' Why do I have this feeling that I just stuck a deal with the devil?'

He opened the door for me just like any gentleman would, 'Wow,so cool'. I admire people with good behavior, you know, just like my Jeff.

"Thank you " I said, with a sincere and polite smile. But Mr. Cold and arrogant didn't say a thing.

Nice one. First lesson learnt, Lola, keep your thank you to yourself.

'You're welcome ' I replied to myself.

I don't like how quiet the car is. I mean we have a long journey here and I don't want to be killed by boredom before I meet my Jeff, since Mr high and mighty won't make a move. I decided to start up a conversation.

"So Mr, what do you do for a living? " I asked Eager to start a conversation with him but his response was another cold one.

" none of your business "

Another lesson learnt tonight, Lola. Keep your mouth shut , no conversation is allowed.

Well, since I'm the talkative type, I can't possibly keep quiet and die in silence, so I started humming my new song, in peace.

" God damn you!" He swore at me loudly.

What insurance, what nerves, I decided enough is enough. I tried being nice but he crossed the line.

"Devil damn you, mother fucker " I retorted, glaring fire at him. If only our eyes could shoot out fire, we would both be dead by now.

He touched the wrong person. I'm not the weak daddy girl. I've always been strong and sharp tongued-if someone chooses to be on my bad side, I will send them straight to hell.