I already made an effort so I don't know why the next next week I fake a hit.
Her driver's seat door shut and the following hurried footsteps boosted the success of my plan.
"Are you okay?!"
And to polish the act, I glared at her with such undelightful eyes.
"Watch the hell where you are going."
Again like an opinionated angry man, I prickly baffed away the dirt on my 'newly acquired' leather jacket.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see where you are coming!" she rushed at me, panic evident in her voice.
I strictly arch a brow. "Now you are telling me this is my problem?"
Her eyes blinked and I celebrated inside.
"What? No! I mean..."
She started touching my arms and I closed my eyes to fiercely relish her humane care and touch.
"Are you hurt somewhere? I didn't mean to... I'm really sorry, "
She started tracing all of my body and I couldn't help but think of how her hands were all over me.
I obliged when she hardly turned my whole body to the left to see if my back was hurt or what. I let her glide her palms on my head down to my neck, with a red vision in my mind. And when she folded the hems of my shirt to check on my waist, shoulders, and chest... I was so fucking high.
She frowned as she found no scratch or injury from me. Now I wish I should have at least cutted a part of me out... so that at least she'll take me to her place.
Our eyes met while she is checking my abdomen and I believe it was shame she must have felt in those charming eyes. She seethingly settled my shirt down.
With a gulp, she said, "You aren't injured, sir"
Sir?
I coldly glared at her.
Again playing such a victim role.
"Does that give you a free pass to not be guilty of someone you just hit?" I sneered.
"You are lucky enough I am not taking this to court,"
She inhaled sharply and I glazed my lips with my tongue.
"Court?! Uhmmm... Can we please not do that? I was just... I swear I've been watchful, but yeah. Alright, let me take you to the hospital! Let me drive for you-" she groaned when she realized how wrong it sounds to a man she just hit. "I promise I am not hitting anything or anyone anymore,"
But I'll kill every nurse in there just so you would be the one to tend to me, honey...
"Do you have a driver's license?"
"Yes-"
"Perhaps you teamed up with some fixer. Cause how'd you hit on me?" I dissed.
"Of course not!-"
"May I see?"
I arrogantly spread my palms in front of her and she immediately ran back to her car to rummage on her dashboard. The door shut and I coaxingly shut my eyes with a lurking smirk.
I was not ever this thrilled of a fucking driver's license.
After a brief time, I opened my eyes and watched her run back to me.
"Here,"
I swiftly brush her fingers to get the damn ID.
With a fast scan, I memorized all her details. Pretending that it is just her name and the license issuance date I just look at, I handed it back to her like it was nothing special.
Arna.
Such a cute name for a hot woman, huh?
And it took me a second look to realize she is wearing such a short white skirt and a backless gold halter top.
"Where are you from? Why are you dressed like that?"
She stared inquisitively at me and I realized the malice in my tone and statements.
"Perhaps are you drunk? Went to a bar? So alcohol made you hit on people? One should not drive under the influence of alcohol,"
She shook her head at me and raised her right palm in the air for a swear. "No. I swear I am not drunk,"
I scoffed. "That's what all the drunkards will say when asked,"
"No. Come and smell me! Double-check or triple-check! I was not at all having even a tinge of alcohol,"
Of course, yes. Let me smell that sweet blood of yours.
I sat myself up and motioned her by my index to come nearer.
So she won't slap me for aggressively sniffing her. It would look like it was her who is giving her body at me. She must not be unimpressed, because I am sure I will be seeing her again next week.
She bent and leveled his neck on my mouth and the elixir of her scent lingered at me wild. The woman does not just have a sweet scent of blood, her artificial fragrance is giving. As well as her sticky sweat, and the hair spray she must have sprinkled to polish that healthy hair of her.
I raised my chin up as my fangs go out in ecstasy.
Only to hide them again, when she withdrew.
"Alright," I confirmed with now a hoarse voice.
She nodded, eyes fixed on me.
"Uhh, it's early in the morning. Coffee?" she then pointed in the direction of her house.
Of course yes.
But I am not an easy man.
"Thanks but I'm fine. I am busy man," I dismissively stated.
Just as I heard from a distance earlier, a taxi is now coming towards us. I raised my hand at it before turning back at her amused nosy face.
"Your eyes... are they normally red?" she couldn't be stopped spewing what is on her mind.
All the time deep red for you, ma'am.
I stiffly nodded, the same time the taxi stopped. I entered without a bid of goodbye and she watches me earnestly until the door shut.
"Take care!" she yelled and now I couldn't help but show my true feelings in the dark.
Delight and an incomparable bliss.
I watched her in the side mirror, still in the same position and expression.
Until she was out of my sight.
I think I might be a month busy now. Or months...