Chapter 5 Bastard

My brows furrow and I plaster a frown, "Is that meant to be an insult?" I barely recognize my voice, since when I'm a freaking squeaking mouse?!

"Take it how you like." His deep voice warms up my cheeks. Ignoring my flashing cherries, I focus my attention on the real problem here.

"How much do I have to pay for the damage?" I mutter out bluntly. I was trying to play it cool, alright?!

"$50,000." The angel himself says with an unreadable look. He stuffs his medium sized hands into the pockets of his black coat which brought out his dark brown eyes and dark disheveled hair.

"R-really?" Stuttering I hold on to the side of my car. I never even thought of such amount of money let alone had it in my hands.

"Yes." The driver responds after stepping back and looking at the front of the Mercedes.

No offence but I'm really starting to hate Mercedes now!

"But-but it's just a scratch. But-but $50,000?!" I palm my cheeks feeling like I'm going to pass out. Where am.I freaking going get him, $50,000. I'm sure I looked like a homeless person 24/7, so what is he actually talking about!?

"I'm not cheap." The guy states looking at me. I want to yell at him for jumping to wrong conclusions but my mother taught me manners which I was going to incorporate into my lifestyle.

Did he really think I was trying to offend him?

"I never said you were." I study the guy for any emotion but his black eyes just watch me back.

"I know." He smiles and I see pop of flash white grin that sends goosebumps down my spine. My palms begin to sweat and I'm super alert of the fact that this person right there is giving me a heart attack of a good kind!

I dare to smile back but when I do his face drops. His features darken with anger and my wide cheerful smile fades away like it was never there in the first place.

He looks at me and my car before that deep marvellous voice speaks again. Why doesn't every guy talk like that!?

"How are you going to pay for the car repair?" He stares at me waiting. Patience, I wanted to tease him, but I didn't because I barely knew the guy.

I step from one foot to another, uncomfortable feeling setting in the pit of my stomach.

Money. Money. Money. Where I'm getting so much money??

"Uh...are you sure it's going to cost that much. I mean with that money you can probably buy 5 different cars that are not any worse." I mumble different ideas,my head bowing down.

The man looks at the driver and they both laugh. My face gets hot from the humiliation and confusion.

At least I was offering something, men were always on my 'don't get attached' list.

"I don't drive crap." The man speaks glancing at my old bug in disgust.

No one calls my bug crap!

"You're really trying to offend me?!" I give him the evil eye. I may not own as much as him but that doesn't mean he could be acting rude!

"What's there to offend?" He asks his face not showing any sort of emotion. He was going got get it!

"Quit insulting me and my property!" I stomp up to him and the driver gets in front of the asshole.

The young man stops him with a wave of his palm and the balm man freezes on the spot.

"Henry. I don't need protection from a woman." He speaks to the driver who I now know as Henry.

That's it he is getting it!

"Okay, sir." Says Henry and retrieves with a worried look on his mature face. The man was probably in his early 50s.

I glare at the evil dude before with all my strength slapping him across the cheek.

I retract back to watch a red imprint of my palm clearly evident even in the dark.

"Sexist Bastard!" I yell in his face. My voice is hoarse, maybe because i haven't slapped a person in a while?

Eyes wide, he touches his red face.

"Sir, are you alright!?" Henry shouts with pure look of shock. I'm sure he was more than fine.

The young man pushes Henry away from him when I suppress a squeaky laugh.

The cold bastard catches my smirk and the icy black eyes taper in their size.

"No one hits me and gets away with it!" His commanding tone cuts right through me, with a sullen look I am in for an argument.

"It's called a slap actually. You know something you get for being a complete utter asshole!"I cross my arms, the brown coat is so thick it makes it almost impossible for me to flex my arms.

The cool-hearted dude looks irritated than ever. Guess the slap fractured his mood. Oh what a shame!

"Sir please return back into the car." Henry exclaims trying to push the guy into the passenger seat, the bastard remains unmoving from his state.

Maybe the slap turned him into a statue?!

What a silly joke.

"Does he wipe your ass too?" I laugh out loud. My eyes enlarge at the fact that such things came out of my mouth.

Maybe those ten cups of caffeine did work after all!

He looks back at me with those cold and distant eyes. Not that they were any different before.

"I believe pressing charges will cost more than just $50,000...much more." He utters while all happiness leaves me shivering.

"Nooo..hold up, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" and just like that the metal car door gets slapped in my face. It probably would have been better if it got my face, otherwise I could possibly sue him for causing me injury.

I look at the driver who studies my face with fascination. His dark gray hair is styled with gel and I frown.

My head points to the ground.

"Henry can I call you Henry? Basically I don't have $50,000 on me so if you don't let the Bastard know... I can get his car repaired for couple of bucks! It will look the same as it was before! I know just the person-" Henry chuckles.

"What?" I look up confused.

Just then I notice the window of the passenger seat down to the fullest. The person I just a second ago called a Bastard stares at me expectantly.

"Oh...can you just roll your window up and we pretend I didn't just say that?" I smile cheekily.