An awkward silence filled the confines of the car as soon as we hit the busy road of Hill Street. She was proving me to be more challenging as the days goes on, but I don't understand why Am I so eager to win her.

It was just a kiss, bloody hell, Alex.

And why does my heart skip whenever I see her? And drummed like a bloody hell tambourine?

I breathed out a harsh breath, willing my temper at bay. Words jumbled in my head like jumbled sets of cards. I couldn't even think of any topic to get her attention, and engaged her in a conversation. A congenial conversation if possible.

The air seemed to get thicker each passing second, making it hard to breathe. I didn't even realize my foot on the gas getting harder, the speedometer hiking up, zooming past the cars until Clara Bell screamed.

"WATCH OUT!"

My foot instinctively slammed on the break when the fucking, bloody hoe just cuts us off, then swerved to the left avoiding the black van, my hands stirring the wheel, correcting it, then slammed my foot on the gas.

"What are you doing?" Clara Bell screeched as the car speed up again. My anger is rising synchronically with the speedometer.

I didn't respond as I focused my eyes on the road hard, eyeing the bloody red Dodge Challenger occasionally, speeding up ahead of us. "If you are trying to retaliate, then let me off first, Alex!" Clara Bell spat out, causing me to give her a glance before throwing my dark gaze back to the back of the Dodge.

Overtaking another blue Honda Sedan, I stepped on the gas and did what the Dodge just did to me, so close I saw her swerved sharply and almost collided with another car. The sound of screeching tires, honks, and lots of swearing fading as I sped away.

"ALEX!" Clara Bell was fuming, and I slowed down as soon as we are a few miles away from the red Dodge.

When I looked at her, she was gripping the handle bar above her head. She looked terrified, and I felt a tad remorseful.

Looking away, she spoke in a sharp, displease tone. "Are you trying to kill us both?" her tone rose.

Her voice quivered, and I realized she's shaking. Her eyes betrayed the toughness and sharpness of her tone.

"I'm sorry," was all I said, but I really don't feel guilty cutting off that bitch.

"If we were both got into an accident, your sorry wouldn't bring back what has been done," her tone mellowed down.

"But we weren't," I replied glancing at her and smirked. Her brow high up in annoyance. Lips pursed and tore her gaze away.

"We were just lucky!" she gritted out.

"There's no such thing as luck, my ice princess," I muttered, then hummed as I turned into the street where she's staying.

As soon as I parked in front of the tall building where she's staying, she shifted in her seat, facing me. Her face filled with disapproval.

"Can you tell me the truth why are you so persistent on bothering me?" she asked as she straightened her back, her shoulders stiffed.

I stared at her, taking in her beauty that I know a lot of men wishes to see when they wake up in the morning and before they sleep. She's the epitome of perfect beauty.

Cerulean eyes that adorned with thick long lashes, and it held so much intelligence. Pointed nose, plump naturally red lips, and high cheekbones, they all seemed done so perfectly.

"Alex?" she snapped, causing me to snap out of my trance.

"I already told you, Clara Bell," I replied.

Her cheekbones hardened, a fire in her eyes, they were blazing as she glared at me. I could imagine smokes flaring out of her nose.

"And that I don't believe. I know there's something more, Alex. Why on earth you suddenly became so fond of me, rather a bothersome! As much as I remember, you hated me as much as I hated you!" she ground out.

I shook my head. "I didn't hate you, my ice princess. I hate that you hate me," I rectified.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I want you to stop talking to me, or bother yourself to come see me."

She hastily grabbed the car's handlebar and opened it.

"Is it a crime to like someone?" I asked, causing her to come to a halt. She whipped her head to me, her long hair whipping through the air, and she looked rather like a lion with her enchanting cerulean eyes sharpening.

"It is when you like the best friend of your ex!" she cried out in frustrations, her voice as sharp as her eyes reminding me of a laser, then she hastily got out of the car.

"How could I—" the door slammed shut, cutting me off.

I briskly opened the door on my side and hopped out. I gave the valet my key and hastily followed her. She greeted one of the staffs on her way towards the elevator.

She entered the empty elevator, and my steps fastened, charging towards the closing elevator. Her eyes widened when she saw me approaching closer, then her eyes set ablaze, causing me to come to an abrupt halt and contemplated on my decisions. Her gaze was scorching, pinning me frozen.

All I could do is watched the door closing on me. My hands flung unconsciously on my hips.

Then she was gone.

My head dropped in disappointment.

.......

I had planned to spend my half day at the mall instead of staying in my room and do nothing, but Alex's sudden appearance and our bickering left me exhausted. It's almost six, and I'm starving.

I have no energy left to go out and eat, so I decided to order online. I don't even know what I want, so I ordered anything that looks good in the picture.

Just as I place my order, my doorbell rang.

Who could it be?

Thinking it could be one of Asher's crew, I reluctantly tore my eyes off the screen and deposited my latest Mac laptop on the couch, then pulled myself up.

I didn't bother taking a robe to cover myself. I'm wearing my pink sleepwear, a pair of sleeveless silk top and a short bottom. I'm wearing a bra underneath, so it doesn't matter. They've seen me with just a bra and underwear before.

I opened the door and frowned. Alexander was standing before me, struggling to keep the boxes of beers and sodas in his hands, and pizzas. When his gaze traveled down, my skin suddenly felt tingly. He was immobile for a moment before retracing his gaze back up and hold my gaze.

He smiled warily, a closed-lip smile, both tips of his lips stretched wide.

"I brought some food and drinks," he lifted up the boxes, and my gaze briefly followed the things on his hands then snapped it back up to his face, avoiding to stare at his lips.

My hand around the lever handle tightened.

"I told you to stop bothering me, Alex!" I snapped, my back teeth clamped together.

He heaved a sigh. "I know. You already told me many times," he said defeatedly.

I felt a little relieved he understood it and soundly defeated, I had high hopes he'll leave after that, but to my dismay, he walked closer, then with his upper arm, he nudged the door open.

The lever handle I was clutching tightly, slipped from my grasp I didn't even realize, and the door opened wide. He strode in with confidence and comfortably headed towards the living room as he owned it, and it irked me.

My burning gaze followed his sexy back as he turned into the living room, hoping it will set his back on fire. I stomped my way towards him, trying to catch up on him and drag him out of my place.

Argh, Despicable jerk!

He sat comfortable on the couch and saw all the things he brought with him on the coffee table.

"I know you didn't have anything since you arrived," he muttered and my forehead crumpled, my eyes held curiosity on how he found out I hadn't had anything since I came back from work. I was fuming that I forget I was hungry. Well, I didn't feel hungry.

I was too occupied with the thoughts of him, not that it was all good. And now it irked me that the thoughts of him consumed me, and half of my day has gone unproductive, and I'm really disappointed in myself.

"Well, I waited outside thinking you'll go out and find a place to eat," he said when I didn't respond, causing my blood to boil.

My eyebrows darted together.

Why would he wait for me outside? I told him to stop pestering me!

"Why are you so persistent, Alex?" I huffed, my hands dug into my hips, eyes narrowed at him.

"Can we have a friendly chat for the moment and enjoy this hot pizza before it gets cold? I'm starving since I waited for you. "I have no energy left arguing with you," he sighed, his eyes pleading silently and I eyed him for more seconds before conceding.

He's right, and I'm hungry. I'm sure it will take forty minutes for my order before it delivered, but the thing is, I haven't placed my order.

For now! I'll let this slide. I need food. He's lucky he brought some food.

He reached for the box, then opened it. The smell of the margherita pizza wafted through the air, and it made my stomach rumbled. I drooled at the sight of the fresh pizza and my temper all but forgotten. My eyes drooled at the sight of the pizza as I walked over to the couch and sat, suddenly excited about the food in front of us. I didn't realize he brought two kinds of pizzas, fries, and wings.

He rose from his seat, and I frowned in curiosity. "I'll grab some plate and glass," he said, and I nodded, grabbing a piece of the margherita when he turned on his back and ate it enthusiastically.

I can't wait to taste the pizza, my stomach already protesting of hunger.

I took a bite, and the flavor of the fresh basil and tomatoes reached my taste bud. I don't know how simple ingredients tasted so good, simply satisfying.

"Hmmm..." I couldn't help but hummed as I chewed the crusty pizza with eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes, Alex was staring at me without blinking. He looked suddenly absorbed.

"Are you alright?" I asked, licking the sauce off my index finger, then he blinked and hastily tore his gaze away.

He cleared his throat before occupying the seat he vacated, then handed me the plate without looking at me. I raise a brow as I took the plate.

"Thanks," I replied, then finished the first piece and grabbed another one.

Alex was quiet.

He looked anxious, shifting periodically in his seat. He ripped the box and grabbed a beer.

"I thought you're hungry," I spewed out as I watched him unscrewed the cap of the beer, then downed it.

Thirsty, I thought.

I ignored him and enjoyed my pizza. I grabbed another piece, enjoying every piece.

"I was," he answered my question, causing me to snapped my eyes back to him. He was watching me with those calm eyes, and he looked relaxed, face as calmed as the sea on a sunny day.

"Now?" I asked, then took another bite, and another until I'm done with my third piece.

He looked away as he brought his beer to his mouth, then took a gulp. I shifted my gaze to the pizza and grabbed another piece, placing the plate on the empty space on the coffee table next the sodas.

I enthusiastically took a bite, darting my gaze back to him. He slowly turned his head and met my eyes.

His eyes are so bright, they reminded me of seawater under the bright sun, it sparkled like a diamond. They looked enchanting. I'm not surprised he can coax anyone just by staring at them. He can charm anyone through his eyes.

I popped the last bite of my pizza in my mouth, then licked my fingers, without tearing my gaze off his.

His gaze turned intense, his blue or gray eyes darkening, staring through me, piercing me. I tore my eyes, traveling down to avoid his smoldering gaze, and then landed on his lips.

I swallowed hard. Our kiss that night flashed back in my head, causing me to swallow hard. My body starting to feel hot and tingly. I could still remember his soft lips, his soft yet firm tongue skillfully exploring the insides of my mouth.

Snapped out of it, Clara Bell!

I hastily tore my gaze away and grabbed a can of soda. I suddenly felt choking. A huge lump seemed stuck at the back of my throat, and no matter how I tried to swallow it down, it appeared to keep coming back up.

I fumbled over the tap for a second before successfully pulled the tap with my thumb then popped open. A faint fizzing sound reached my ears, then I greedily chugged the coke until it quenched the thirst I suddenly felt.

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked randomly. The liquid went in the wrong hole, and I inhaled the fluid in my nose causing me to sputtered violently followed by an uncontrollable cough, an unpleasant pain erupted from my throat through my nose.

Alex was already on my side, rubbing my back in circles as I kept on coughing. He took the can from my hand and deposited the half full coke on top of the unopened pizza box, then continued running his rather large palm over my back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his words laced with worries. I nodded, then coughed again. I didn't dare look at him, I can still feel my nose sore and liquid running from it. I reached out for the brown handmade tissue box and grabbed a tissue.

I wiped my nose then blew it to clear my breathings.

I had tears in my eyes from coughing too much, violent at first, my lungs hurt slightly.

"I'm all right," I replied to his question after I felt a tad better.

Why did he think I'm waiting for someone? His previous question clouded my brain.

"Why did you asked if I'm waiting for someone?" I asked when I recovered.

He looked down, his eyes skimmed me down, and I felt a sudden urge to cover myself. "You are only wearing a tiny garment," he hissed, his tone held so much disapproval.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'm wearing a short and a top if you don't see it clearly," I snapped. Was he seeing me only on my undergarments?

The prick!

"I could see everything underneath those thin fabric if you understand what I mean," he ground out, causing me to pulled myself hastily off the couch, then hovered over him.

"That's because you are undressing me with your eyes if you must know. I'm sure it's a habit you can't stop!" I snorted. "Knowing you chase every skirt around the globe," I sneered.

He jaws clenched.

I can imagine him grabbing my neck and strangle me to death. I stepped back and turned my back on him, deciding to go get change.

Oh, no! I couldn't stand his presence any longer.

"Close the door when you decided to leave," I said and strode towards my room.

"You are wearing a red lacy thong, Clara Bell!" he shouted at my back, causing me to come to a skidded halt.

How did he know?

My eyes dropped down to my short, and true to his words, I can see my red thong. And thinking that he was aware that it was made of lace, embarrassment washed over me.

I felt my face burning.

I didn't realize it was see-through.

How can I not know?

.............

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