Sara cringed hearing his comment, such a clichè line. What is this? The 80s? No girl will get a flutter from that line. She rolled her eyes and tried to get up; ignoring his hand. But due to the alcohol, her legs wobbled and she fell again. Michael couldn't help but chuckle at her antics, she was like a kitten who wants to be independent but fails to stand on her legs.
He leaned over a bit, closing their distance, her emerald eyes shining out like the most precious jewels of a treasure chest. The temper and arrogance blend in as milk and water. Such resemblance!
"Little kitty, no need to throw a fit like this." He teased her, with a chuckle. Seeing her annoyed made him want to tease her more and more. How can having so many similarities makes him ponder?
Sara was getting pretty annoyed by his way. Does he not see he was harassing her at this point. She doesn't want to reveal what she wants to hide. Taking his hands means courting dead for her. So many years of misery will rush back to her if she touches a bit also. But her astonishment on realizing that on bumping she felt nothing made her bewildered but it could be possible because it was not skin to skin touch.
She tried backend abit, furthering the distance of them, she can't take the risk of being found out. She calmed down her fear and glared at him with coldness.
"Fuck off!" She shouted in anger. This was getting out of control, how could he be so annoying. For her, it was not a new thing to get hit by guys but they don't dare to stick around for this long in front of her cold aura and temper. Why was this guy so hell adamant on it?
Michael's face turned cold, no one dared to insult him like this in so many years, how can she be so daring. Who was she? She just turned on the devil, he played enough. This feisty should be his no matter what.
It's been years, someone dared to be this bold in front of him. The resemblance was uncanny. He can't shake off the hunch he was getting. His mind can't stop saying it was her but he knows this can't be true. Dead can't be back…
'What am I thinking?' He thought to himself while catching a glance at her. The only way to prove that….
He took a deep breath and look at her, still trying to get up from the ground. He knows she will hate him for doing that but he has no choice. He sighed, this is crazy.
"Let me try something real quick." Michael hold her arm and got her up, and pinned her to the wall.
"What the fuck you think you doing?" Sara shouted at him in anger, this was crazy. What kind of pervert he was. She struggled to get out of his grip as fast as she could, this is horrible, if she doesn't get out fast he will find out. She struggled to let go but Michael hold her tight.
"I am sorry." He whispered, before planting his lips over her. Sara gasped and stiffened in her place by his sudden action. Her eyes were about to come out of her sockets in shock.
Her whole body felt a lightning bolt. She instantly sobered up from his kiss, she got a grab of the situation.
Sara immediately pushed him away knowing what he did, unable to control her fury. She slapped right on his face and walked away as soon as she could.
"Asshole." She cursed him in a low voice while walking out. Michael could feel his cheeks flaring up from the slap. He can't say anything, he did over this time, but a playful smile appeared on his lips. It was her, definitely her. He looked at Sara while she walked out.
The bodyguards who were there the whole time were left in utter confusion. His boss was smiling even after being slapped by a woman. Are they dreaming or does their boss lose his senses from that slap?
Michael finally got back to the present state and saw his bodyguard's jaw drop. He stopped smiling and glared at them, "Are you waiting for an invitation? Let's go." He walked away while they followed him sighing and shaking their head.
Sara controlled her urge to puke out everything in the hall and somehow managed to find the toilet before it was too late. Running inside one of the empty stalls, and throwing out everything, she finally felt better. After flushing the toilet, she sat down tired from it.
Remembering how he took her kiss, and seeing no reaction shocked her. She checked her heartbeat again, no reaction. She got out of the stall and turned on the water and splashing her face with cold water. She looked at the mirror, the scene of being kissed replayed in his mind.
In anger, she slammed her hand on the washbasin. Being drunk and getting harassed by kisses and not even getting a reaction. What an eventful night.
No reaction doesn't mean he is saved from what he did, she will show him hell. Making a call to her driver she finally left.