"Alright you win we are going to the club"
They both said resignedly.
"By the way Boni, where are you from in India?" Hannah asked curiously.
"Yeah you never really told us". Mickey added.
"We live in Mumbai, its the largest and most popular city in India". Bonita said as she sipped her latte.
"Is it true that india guys are hot and sexy?" Hannah asked with shining eyes.
"Hmm... I don't really know, you know I don't give a fuck about guys so.... I can't answer you". Bonita said shrugging her shoulders.
"What about the girls? Are they hot and beautiful like you?" this time Mickey asked.
"Nope, there's no one as beautiful as me because I'm the only one of my kind". Bonita said smugly.
"Narcissistic". Mickey and Hannah both chastised her together. "We would like to visit India someday".
"Well I'll see if you guys can tag along during the next festival". Bonita said. "Alright enough of all this interview I'm so tired I'm taking off, thanks for the lunch Mick". Bonita dusted her hands and stood up, grabbing her black leather backpack.
"Hey when did I agree to pay for you?" he asked staring at her incredulously.
"Right now, besides you should count yourself lucky, many guys plead with me everyday for this kind of opportunity but here you are getting it free of charge and so easily, so you should really thank me". She said righteously.
"Haha... You....!!" Mickey laughed in anger. He felt like vomiting blood just listening to her words.
"No need to thank me". Bonita shrugged as she left with Mickey staring speechlessly at her back and Hannah laughing so hard.
"FUCK YOU BONITA BLACK!!" Mickey cursed loudly.
"Sorry mouse [1], I don't do friends". Bonita retorted as she continued walking. Now Mickey really felt like vomiting blood, he could already feel it in his throat.
"I'll come get you by 6". Hannah yelled at her retreating back in between laughter. Mickey glared at her furiously.
"What? Wanna pay for me too?" Hannah asked grinning teasingly.
"Fuck off!"
"I also don't do friends mouse". Hannah said laughing. Mickey glared at her.
Bonita stepped out of the restaurant humming happily as she walked to her bike. Her phone suddenly rings.
"Hello, miss Singh".
"What do you want Akash?"
"I hope I'm not disturbing you miss Singh?" Akash asked.
"Oh come on Akash, stop calling me miss Singh already, it makes me look old and besides I see you like my older brother, you can call me Bonita, the next time you call me miss Singh, I'll make sure to deduct half of your salary". She threatened resting on her bike casually.
"Okay, mis... Bonita, I wanted to know if you can come to the site right now, there seems to be a little issue".
"Hmm, I'll be there in ten". She said and hung up the call. She hop on her bike and drove off in full speed.
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"There seems to be an accident in the front sir, should I take a detour?" a man with brown mid fade hair and pair of gold glasses, driving the latest and most expensive suv, Silver colour Rolls-Royce Cullinan. The deeply luxurious seating is made from only bull hides, the lambswool carpeting is thick enough to resemble fur; and the wood and aluminum finishes are made from, well, wood and aluminum. Powered by a 563-horsepower twin-turbo 6.7-litre V12 engine, it flies. The cabin is silent, save for one of the most incredible in-house sound systems you will find in any car, anywhere. The Inside, there is a fridge, and two champagne flutes are neatly tucked into the space between the rear seats. The overhead panoramic roof is intergalactic, with space. Lambswool floor mats make the interior even more comfortable.
Seated in the luxurious back seat, is a man so handsome that he looks like a fallen angel and a Greek god, with his perfect sculpted diamond face, which is characterized by cheekbones as widest part of the face, the forehead and jawline are narrow, and the jawline is long and pointed, near perfect ratio of nose to lip dimension of 99.6% and chin and eye spacing were almost perfect as well, well combed black pompadour styled hair,
He continued his work on his laptop with his slender, long and beautiful fingers.
"Sir?" the man asked again.
He finally paused and replied casually "Hmm". His bluish green heterochromia eyes staring at his laptop intensely as he continued typing.
'Aah.. My boss is so handsome that I am almost turning bent'. The man sighed helplessly as he stared briefly at the man seated at the back.
Wan Mal-chin finally lifted his eyes from his laptop when he felt the car wasn't moving. "Seojun?"
Immediately the secretary understood his unfinished question, "Boss I can't take a detour, the traffic is too strong". Wan Mal-chin nodded and was about to get back to work but stopped and stared at the girl right beside his car on her red dodge tomahawk. She was wearing a black leather skinny jeans, black leather jacket, black ankle boots, black riders glove and red helmet with her hair tucked inside. Though he couldn't see her face, he's sure she must be very beautiful. He was surprised to see a girl driving a dodge tomahawk, most girls he have seen are more into soft cars.
"Interesting". He muttered. He has had his own share of beautiful girls trying to jump on him and he rejected them all, not even sparing them a single glance, but he couldn't explain what attracted him to her, this is certainly the first time something other than his work had his interest. The girl suddenly turned to him and he felt alert but quickly remembered the glass was tinted so she can't see him.
"OMG!! A freaking Rolls-Royce Cullinan! That's insane! And it's the only silver colour in the world!" he could hear her say in amazement, for a moment he felt proud of himself and hearing her sweet voice like a siren, luring him in like a sailor in the sea, he was more mesmerised and lost in it.
" Nice car! ✌️". She signals with her hand before driving off. Oh how he wished he could see the beauty with her mesmerising siren voice he ever heard. He didn't realise he was still staring until she disappeared drove off.
"Strange, this is actually the first time I've seen you stare at a girl for more than one minute, this is a world record". Seoyun stared at Mal-chin through the mirror. Seoyun and Wan mal-chin are childhood friends and Seoyun family have always served as right hand man to Wan mal-chin family.
"It's actually five minutes". Wan mal-chin corrected.
"OMG! That's a new record Mal!". Seoyun exclaimed.
"Focus". Wan mal-chin ignored his best friend as he went back to his work.
"I'm sure grandpa Wan will be very happy to hear this news". Seoyun said already seeing his reward for snitching.
"Snitchers get stitches". Wan mal-chin said coldly with a sinister smile as he stared directly into his eyes. The temperature of the car increased tremendously that he was already sweating profusely.
" ha.. Ha, I was joking". Seoyun gulped audibly as he raised his hand in surrender.
"Hmm.. I was serious". Wan mal-chin replied and went back to his work. Seoyun breath a sigh of relief as the temperature of the car slowly turned normal. 'this guy and his temper, for a moment I thought I was going to die just now', he thought.