I was breathing as if it was a struggle; my vision was red in my rage. When I raised the detached arm to bludgeon him to death with it, my rage was about to rise to the next level; it faded suddenly away. The effect was like that metaphor: "it was raining cats and dogs, thunder rumbled, then suddenly the clouds cleared, bearing the wonderful shape of the sun." Ah, my rage just disappeared!
My face was filled with total shock when I saw who crashed into my vehicle.
He was gorgeous; taller than me by a full neck and shoulder... Ah... Seriously, I had to tilt my head back to view this fallen god. His hair was a pretty dark chocolate brown, with dark silver eyes that flashed at me and a face... Yeh, so like I said... he was gorgeous, fallen god worthy. I wanted to rub against him regardless of the blood and missing arm. He could have his arm back to make him perfect once again. It would reattach if it knew what was good for f*cking it. There was screaming suddenly, disrupting my daydream of this handsome dude. I was surprised by the close to ear-bleeding noise; why is there screaming?
On reflex, my hand shot out, and I choked the male. I shook my head and paused, realizing that I was rubbing against the male; why?
Matter of fact, when?
Sure, he was screaming—sort of manly-like, with a roar in there and such—but screaming... He still was, and it was annoying. It would be a blessing for my poor ears if he would shut up, so I squeezed his throat a little more.
My gaze fell on his arm because I thought I still had the limb, but—
I cocked my head to the side and looked at it. It was attaching itself. What the fuck was he?
Matter of fact, I didn't care; this specimen for a male was now mine. I would own him if I had to stuff him in my trunk and shove his car off the cliff not too far—
'...'
I paused, looking over the cliff, and down below was said car, which I knew cost a pretty penny, falling to the bottom. A boom, and it was ruined scraps of metal and fire. Ah, I was right; if I had been knocked off the cliff, I'd go boom with my car becoming chunks of flesh.
I swallowed, forcing myself not to think; if I think, I did stupid shit.
Right now, doing more stupid shit would be bad for me. Ah!!!!
This wasn't the first time I had done something like this. One time before, I had uprooted a tree, smashed it in a fit of anger just like I did with him; I had b*tch slapped a man with his own shoe for hitting a woman until he passed out. The woman—
Oh shit! The cashier was the woman... well, fuck me, no wonder she looked at me like that. Ah, damn.
Well, it was no matter now; all was in the past. It's not like I was caught and charged, right?
Plus, my good deed helped me not lose it in the supermarket since she appeared.
It was 1000000% a win/win for me.
(your husband cleaned up your dirty work behind the scenes. smh)
Shaking the memories away to focus on what to do next, I walked to my car and opened the trunk; I helped the weak male out. Ah... Amen, he no longer was screaming. I then placed him in the back seat of my car, shut the door, walked to the driver's side, slid in, buckled, started it, and drove off just like that.
Then, like I did nothing wrong and it was all his fault I wrecked his expensive-looking car, I spoke like I was going to do him a favor; "You dented my f*cking car, I liked it, and you dented it! Your car is ruined payback for ruining mine. Tell me where to drop you off, male, so I can move on like this never happened. Also, if you report me, I will find you and make you wear your stomach as a chain, and feed your brains to fish while using your f*cking skull as a soup bowl, and wear your teeth as a chain while—"
"Enough, female. You enslaved me. I am alpha; you enslaved me. You destroyed a half million dollars' worth of car and almost killed me. What are you? Who is your master?"
(you would think he was poor, not like it was an expensive one...)
This man roared. He looked weak, face pale and pasty from the blood he lost but still gorgeous; I ignored him, even if he had just cut me off mid-rant.
I found myself going into my garage a while later, thankful my car was fully tinted, and my c*nt for a husband was on another business trip.
Parking the vehicle and killing the engine, I turned to the male and then spoke.
Since he didn't give me an address and I did rip off his arm and erm sort of reattached it, the wrecked car was not my problem. Either way, I started with the questions, totally confused: "I don't know what you are talking about, gorgeous, alpha? Alpha what? Your car, you dented mine. You are probably loaded; get a new one. Now I will give you a set of clothes: pants and shirt, to replace your bloody clothing. They may be a size smaller, but who gave a shit? Be grateful. Shower first, then use my phone to call your people to pick you up and get lost!"
As I spoke, I grabbed what I bought, even though it was a bit. Ah... sight for sore eyes, since I had stuffed him in my trunk a while ago among them. Opening the door, using the scanner, the door slid open quickly. Entering into my house felt utterly relaxing; it smelled good with a light floral scent.
I set up my kitchen, smiling to myself; I felt my mouth water at the food I would prepare and devour... it would be perfect, absolutely perfect.
First, I boiled the water, then added the rice, thyme, then a pot with the meat, ginger, some sauce, lemon, rosemary, more thyme, cut up garlic and onion, washed the cherry tomatoes, and placed them in a small bowl. I started breathing hard at the excitement. Ah, food was my everything.