After the man's statement, "Get the hell out of here" Abby found herself rooted in place, her words stolen by shock as she simply stared at him, speechless."
"Seriously? Is that what you think is appropriate to say? You're incredibly rude and ill-mannered. Do you honestly believe I'm chasing after you because of your fancy car? What's so special about it anyway? Let me enlighten you: I chased after you because I nearly died back there, and all I wanted was an apology, not this garbage spewing from your mouth. You should learn some manners, young man. I didn't expect you to insult me, especially when you're the one at fault!" she hissed, glaring at him with disgust. The man simply stood there, laughing maliciously, as he looked down at her as though she were worthless.
Just as he was about to retort, the back door of the car creaked open, revealing a young man stepping out from the sleek black vehicle. Abby, who was poised to give the other guy a piece of her mind, found herself momentarily speechless as she observed the newcomer stand to his full height, gracefully shutting the door behind him. Leaning casually against the car, he crossed his arms and fixed his gaze on the lady before him.
The man exuded an aura of masculine strength with his tall, well-proportioned frame. His broad chest and high shoulders emitted a commanding presence, while his face exuded rugged masculinity. From his neatly styled black hair down to his ears, his obsidian eyes held a captivating intensity. Long lashes framed his gaze, accentuating the allure of his pointed nose and chiseled cheeks. His lips, a subtle shade of pink, added a touch of softness to his otherwise striking features. Every detail, from his defined jawline to his overall demeanor, spoke of sheer perfection.
Despite the deadly cold look etched onto his face, he exuded an unmistakable air of danger, warning others not to provoke him. Yet, paradoxically, his mere presence had the power to captivate and enchant. His icy demeanor seemed to convey a clear message: "Don't seek trouble, or face the consequences." However, despite the ominous aura he emanated, any girl who beheld him couldn't help but feel a sudden warmth flood over them, melting in the wake of his undeniable allure. He appeared too flawless, too perfect to be real.
Abby, lost in her reverie of admiring the enigmatic man before her, was abruptly brought back to reality by the deep, resonant timbre of his voice. It possessed a magnetic quality that could effortlessly ensnare the hearts of both men and women alike, drawing them in with its captivating allure.
"What's going on here?" His voice, deep and firm, sliced through the tense atmosphere, causing Abigail to flinch slightly. Despite his intimidating demeanor, she refused to let fear dictate her actions. She squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on, determined not to be cowed by his scary and deadly appearance.
"Wow, this is nice. So, mister, you're sitting in this car and didn't even bother to get down to check what's going on all this while" Abigail snorted with a touch of amusement in her voice, her boldness shining through, despite the tension in the air.
"Well, I didn't even realize there was someone else in the car," she replied calmly. "Please, could you talk some sense into this man and make him stop acting foolishly? As you can see, I'm also planning to go somewhere. Look at my dress, do you expect me to go out with it all dirty and wet like this?" Abigail asked, her frustration evident in her tone as she gestured to her soaked attire.
"I simply asked him for a single apology, but he just kept on insulting me... Can you believe it? Insulting me! Me of all people!" Abigail's voice held a commanding edge as she fixed a piercing gaze on the rude individual before her. "Seriously, what has gotten into him? I believe it's in everyone's best interest if he apologizes for his actions," she declared firmly, her look so lethal that if glares could kill, the man would have been six feet under long ago.
"So, you're saying you want an apology? Why should he do that?" His voice, both alluring and menacing, cut through the tension as he flashed a smile that could only be described as chilling. It was a smile that didn't belong on any human face, one that could haunt nightmares. Abby swallowed nervously, meeting his gaze with equal intensity, silently conveying her refusal to back down.
"Oh, I see now. Birds of same CTfeather flock together, huh?" Abigail retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Is that really the best you can come up with? Do you honestly believe that your wealth entitles you to act however you please?" she questioned, her frustration evident in her voice.
"Don't you know? Money is power. Whoever has money rules," he stated with a devilish smirk, confident in his assertion. However, what Abby did next caught him off guard, shocking him in return.
"And that's why there are people like me to remind you of your place," she declared defiantly. With determination, Abby stomped her foot into the pothole in front of her, sending a spray of dirty water cascading onto both him and his driver.
"This is what we call tit for tat, fair and square, no cheating," she declared, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Since you can't seem to muster an apology, I had to take matters into my own hands. I detest prolonging conflicts. If I have to go back home soaked, then you and your driver will go back home in the same condition. I don't believe in cheating," Abby stated firmly, her resolve unwavering.
"I believe this will teach you a lesson not to mess around with people just because they're not on your status. It's not fair, understood?" Abby asked, her gaze unwavering as she stood her ground.
"Hey, you this fool what the fucking hell have you done?, who do you think you are to do something like this? don't you know who you're talking to? how could you stain my Boss clothes are you out of your mind this is all clean rubbish, I don't know why you girls are so stupid as in, Boss I'm sorry please I'm sorry, don't mind her behaviour, I don't know why girls are so stupid"
As the driver continued to lament, attempting to dust off the dirt from his Boss's clothes, Abigail stood watching with a malicious smile, mirroring the same expression they had directed at her moments before. However, when her gaze shifted to the second guy who had emerged from the back seat, she noticed something flicker in his eyes, causing her to shrink back slightly, a hint of unease creeping into her demeanor.
"Little bluey, what have you done?" His cool but firm voice cut through the air, sending a shiver down Abigail's spine. "Was it really necessary to resort to such actions? Act smart and don't play with fire. You'd do well to be a good girl, or you might end up regretting your choices," he cautioned, his warning gaze piercing through her like a dagger. Unable to withstand the intensity of his stare, Abigail looked away, feeling as though he could see right through her soul. The weight of his scrutiny made her wish she could disappear, fleeing to the safety of her own home away from the penetrating gaze that seemed poised to consume her at any moment.
"You caused all of this. It would have been better if you had just apologized," Abigail's voice was barely above a whisper as she glanced down at her feet, nervously biting her lower lip. 'Why is he staring at me like that? After all, they're the ones who caused it in the first place,' she thought to herself, feeling the weight of the man's gaze still tearing her apart. Adjusting her clothes as if they weren't long enough, she started to feel increasingly uncomfortable under his unwavering scrutiny.
"Mr. Dymon, what should we do now?" the driver asked, breaking the tense silence. Dymon, still staring at Abigail, seemed lost in thought. Encouraged by a surge of courage, Abigail met his gaze head-on, mirroring the intensity with which he had looked at her moments before. However, she found herself unable to decipher any emotion from his cold, deadly, and blank expression. His obsidian eyes, devoid of any signs of life, seemed to penetrate her very being, revealing nothing but mystery and intrigue. Abigail couldn't help but feel there was much more to those mysterious eyes than met the eye.
"Just take me home," he said, his gaze unwavering as it remained fixed on Abigail.
"Little Brave Bluey," he called softly, reaching out to touch the blue knitted scarf around her neck before gently patting her on the head.
"We will meet again" was the last word he said before entering his car and within a blink of an eye the car accelerated leaving abi speechless.
"We will meet again," were his final words before he entered his car. In the blink of an eye, the vehicle accelerated, leaving Abi speechless in its wake.