"I had a bit of wine to drink before I got home. I was tipsy and fumbled for the keys"
Now it was starting to make some sense. She opened the wrong door. The collectors thought she was his friend or girlfriend. Took her as hostage because he had no idea she would be there. Wasn't in the right state of mind. He was about to die and only thought about survival.
"When I finally got the key in the lock and turned it, I was surprised and also annoyed. There was a loud commotion in the room and also crashing sounds before I opened the door. There was a big man standing in my way. I tried asking him why he was causing trouble"
Now it all clicked. Random chance. She saw him with the same strength of the guy in the picture. She was instantly attracted to him like love at first sight. If it had been any other strong dude, he wouldn't have been in bed with her last night.
"I saw another guy, strong, sending a man bigger then him across the room. The guy in the picture was strong too, but he was visibly straining himself. You looked so carefree and unconcerned about most things"
Wrong. He was wrong. He stood out because he was unnatural. He stood out because the situation that happened earlier was too bizarre. He had solved one mystery but still needed to solve the other one.
"And now breakfast is ready, hubby"
She winked as she said that, smiling but also very suggestive. He liked it, wanted her to be his wife but didn't say it. Only nodded and smiled as well. Women like it when they had to chase a little. The temptations were too strong but he had to hold it in. In fact, holding it in seemed too easy. It seemed like a switch he could turn off or on.
She grabbed his arms and pulled him into her embrace before realizing the situation and pulling herself into his embrace. They snuggled and kissed for a while before she led him into the kitchen. He still didn't know why she was this badly in love with him and that didn't matter. Breakfast was served on two plates. One for her and for him. There were four strips of bacon, a side of eggs, a puddle of beans, and a glass of orange juice.
"I can see you don't drink coffee. I do but that's fine. If you love orange juice, I'll love it as well" she said
"I don't have an aversion to coffee" I said.
"Good. Then we can have some later if we're in the mood"
He nodded. She didn't sit in her chair but sat on my lap as we ate. She fed him and seemed to enjoy it. He fed her and she sucked on his fingers every time. She sucked on them for a long time while staring into his eyes. It was kind of like looking at ocean waves as they came in and rolled out. That's how blue her eyes were. He felt himself sinking into them, unable to extricate himself. Soon, he was drowning. He found it hard to breathe because it was so beautiful that he wasn't paying attention.
He came back to reality when she kissed him again. It was like some kind of spell that pulled him out every time. They had finished breakfast and now it was time for the shower. They didn't miss the opportunity to show their lust. They helped each other unclothe and then stepped into the bathroom.
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Ten minutes later, they were fully dressed and heading downstairs. As the elevator door opened, Mr and Mrs Pearhut stepped out. They noticed what was happening between the two, said nothing, and walked forward. Just as the door closed, they inhaled sharply but the two said nothing.
Megan had an Audi R8, black. He was expecting pink or yellow or some other girly color. She looked at him, knowing what he was thinking and smiled in response.
"I'm not that kind of girl. I'm very serious about my work. I'm in that phase of my life where I want to find a good man so the pink is purely a mating call"
He nodded.
"The pink is rather light, almost see through"
"To make it more obvious. You think my breasts are very attractive and the ideal size right?"
He said nothing but she didn't stop smiling.
"Are you intimidated by having a girl drive?"
She looked at his face carefully as she said that. He didn't say anything for a while. Just stared at the sports car. Truthfully, it didn't matter to him. Whoever was capable should drive. If you were the owner, that was the obvious choice as well. He would drive if he was alone and she offered to lend it to him or she asked him.
"Doesn't matter. If you can drive, drive. If you offer or ask, I'll drive"
She nodded enthusiastically, happy with the answer.
"Do you know what most guys say when I wonder who would drive?"
"They offer to drive it perfectly and according to the law"
"Right. But that's not what I ask and that's what they say anyways. I KNOW you're going to drive it legally. I want to know what you think about my actual offer"
"Is this a test? I answer it how you don't like and we're no longer doing this?"
"This?"
Then she realized and laughed as though he misunderstood.
"I don't care about what answer you believe I want to hear. I just want to know you. If you want to drive your own car instead, I'll join you. I don't really care about the Audi R8. I just wanted to show you it in case you've never seen it"
So far, the situation was not going how he expected it too. She was not the blonde stereotype he was assuming she would be. She seemed to be a brunette or a black who happened to be born with blonde hair. She seemed to be born with the mentality of a nerd but the personality of a beauty.
"I want to drive the car regardless of what it is because if some jackass tries to create trouble with me, I can react in time and handle it how I want to handle it"
"Good. A macho answer but I can see it comes from the soul. You mean it and aren't just saying it. I want to be embraced by a man like that. Not by one who says stuff he doesn't believe himself"
"Do you really? Is that what you think I want to hear?"
"Yes, to be frank. Is it working?"
"You're too beautiful for it not to work"
"Great. Honesty even though its a stereotype. I want your answer even if its the bravado men want to show to a pretty girl. You believe it rather than just act it"
He happened to be named the same as the character of the show he loved. His name was Henry Smith. The character was Henry Ruthlessness. He adopted the last name as his middle name after dealing with the paperwork. As of the start of season 3, he was Henry 'Ruthless' Smith. To not confuse himself with the character, he referred to the fiction as Henry Ruthless and introduced himself as Henry, or Smith during formal situations.
Henry Ruthless never said a word he didn't mean. He would even tell a beautiful woman she was ugly when that was not true, because he wasn't referring to the outside but the inside. Right now, Henry was looking at a very ugly man with a beautiful face in very expensive clothing. If looks could kill, Megan would've already been killed by the expensive man. The stare was so pointed it looked dreadful.
He had noticed the man when they entered the parking garage, but didn't pay attention until the man started to approach them with a menacing look. Some kind of jealous lover. If the man didn't cause trouble, Henry wouldn't break him. If the man did cause trouble, he wasn't worried about what she would think. He knew would the situation would turn out, kind of, because the man had approached them with his arm wrapped around another girl. Attractive, but not her level.
"Megan. What the fuck are you doing with this poor bastard? I already told you this is my friend. Where my hands were shouldn't concern you. Now, are we going to your event?"
The woman he was with was petite and dolled up. Pink glossy lipstick and big earrings. She was wobbling, having difficulty staying up with those high heels studded in diamonds. Real or fake? A superficial relationship. She was a trophy friend or even a side chick. She was well aware of her relationship. It wasn't ever going to be serious. It was just a connection one needed to endure to move up the social ladder.