Hellbound With You

I'll show you

The man in the back passenger seat, who was lazily leaning his head on the headrest with his eyes closed, finally moved upon hearing her voice. He opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

"Yellow…" he mumbled upon seeing her. He stepped out and when he saw the awful damage to his car, the man lazily leaned on the car's door, crossing his arms on his chest as he looked at her. He was wearing a long black coat and he was simply breathtaking. His black wardrobe and ink black hair and the black car behind him caused his skin to look even paler. He was simply out of this world that anyone would think of him as someone that only existed in dreams. His features were unlike anything that could have come from the human world.

Abigail didn't wear her thick eyeglasses that day, nor did she braid her hair but her clothes were, as usual, unflattering and she didn't wear any makeup at all.

"U-uhm… M-mr. Qinn! I'm so sorry!" she bowed at him. "I tried to –"

"Avoid hitting the deer." He took the words out of her mouth. His voice was as deep and pleasant to the ears as she remembered.

"Yes, that's right. I wasn't speeding, please believe me."

"If I say that I believe you, do you think that solves the problem?"

"Uhm… I… h-how much do you think the cost will be to repair the damage to your car?" she swallowed while the man just smirked, looking so amused as she watched her fidgeting due to her nervousness.

"Mr. Jones, how much do you think this will cost to fix?

"This damage might cost a hundred thousand dollars." The old man replied and Abigail felt like her blood instantly dried up. She was so shocked she couldn't speak for a long while. Where the hell would she get such a huge amount of money?

Abigail was still stunned when the man chuckled. He moved closer to her, his eyes on her yellow scarf again. "Why are you always wearing yellow scarves?" he suddenly asked.

Aby finally snapped and immediately answered him. "Because I only have yellow scarves at home."

"Oh, that's amusing." The corner of his lips were up and he looked at her as if she was an amusing comedy show. "You love the color yellow, huh?"

"I like all colors. My mother just loved the sight of yellow scarves on me so she made a lot of it."

"Hmm… indeed, your mother is right. A bright yellow scarf suits you."

Abigail didn't know why but her heart skipped a beat. She liked that he didn't mock her for it, or told her she looked like a sunflower like everyone else. But wait… are they really going to talk about her yellow scarf in this situation?!

"Uhm… Mr. Qinn, about the damage to your car… I... I…" Abi was stammering. She really didn't know what to do with this. She didn't have any money to pay for it and there was no way she would let her family find out about this or else her father might collapse.

As she struggled to think what she should say, she heard him chuckle again. What's wrong with him? Was there something funny about this situation?!

Abigail looked at him with a confused face when the man leaned in on her.

"You really are amusing, Miss Lee. You didn't look this pale and troubled when you offered yourself to me. I think your sense of danger is pretty messed up, little lamb." He said, showing her his breathtaking, wicked smirk again.

Somehow, what he said seemed to have some truth to it. She was acting like this was far scarier than what she did that night. But to her, this was scarier because she could go to jail for this! She only had a year left in this world so how could she accept spending what remained of her life in jail?! Or paying for a debt by having to work her ass off?!

Now that he made her remember that night in this troublesome situation, something popped in Aby's head.

She moved closer to him and looked up at him with her big, clear eyes. "Mr. Qinn, do you pay your contracted girlfriends?" she asked innocently but firmly. She was so damn serious and extremely determined as she looked at him.

The man raised a brow upon seeing the intensity in her eyes. "And why are you asking?"

Abigail fell silent for a moment. When she opened her mouth to answer, someone beat her and spoke first.

"You already know what she's trying to say. I don't understand why you're refusing such an offer from a cute lady like her," that someone butted in and when Abi turned to look at the source of the voice, she saw Mr. Black Leather standing on the other side of the black car. He was resting his chin on his palm as he watched them. It appeared that he too was inside the car.

The moment Abi met his eyes, the man smiled. "Hello, Miss Lee. Actually, you're right. He compensates his contracted girlfriends… by a LOT." He grinned and Abigail immediately returned her gaze to the man right in front of her.

For a moment, she saw him throwing deathly glares towards Mr. Black Leather but it immediately disappeared, like it was just an illusion, the moment he stared back at her.

"Mr. Qinn, I want to be your next contracted girlfriend." She declared. Her voice was as decisive as ever. There was no hesitation in her eyes at all.

A smirk carved on the man's face the moment he heard her. He lifted her chin with his cool finger as he spoke. "So that you can pay for the damage to my car?" he asked, his voice sounded dangerous again, chilly even.

"That is… an extra benefit. This was an accident caused by me and I don't have the money to pay you. And… and I really don't want to go to jail."

"So, if I tell you that I forgive you and you don't need to pay for anything, you won't offer yourself again like this?"

Abigail was surprised but she was quick to realize that this was just a 'what if' scenario he was describing. Could he be testing her resolve? Abigail tried to search for something in his eyes, trying to see if he was serious or just kidding but she couldn't fathom anything from those eyes of his. It was just impossible to decipher his expressions that all she could rely on was her gut feelings. She didn't know why but she just felt like there was both interest and disapproval coming from him as he spoke to her.

"If you forgive me, I'd really really appreciate it. But I'd still want to be your girlfriend." Abigail didn't falter and still insisted on what she wanted.

The man was speechless for a while. To him, this girl was simply intriguing. There were countless girls who wanted him but once he turned them down, and sent them away, they just left him alone like they were scared little bunnies. He knew they were scared. All of the girls in his life had always been fearful of him even though they tried to deny it. He could just sense the fear at the bottom of their hearts, and yet, this girl was… he wondered how long her fearlessness would last if he…

"Tell me, little lamb, why do you want to be my girlfriend that badly?" he asked, his eyes probing.

"Why? Why can't I?" she shrugged innocently. "Tell me, Mr. Qinn, why are you resisting me that badly?"

"Pfft! Hahaha, nice comeback, Miss Lee." The man behind the car was grinning widely as he butted in, watching them with great interest.

But the two were so focused on each other that they didn't even seem to hear the third wheel's voice across them.

"I don't understand why you are refusing to try me, Mr. Qinn. I am not an actress like Miss Song but I know I don't look that bad compared to her." Abigail bravely said. She was speaking to him so confidently even though deep within her, she was the one being surprised by herself the most. Perhaps, the almost outrageous praises she was always receiving from her family and Kelly about how beautiful she was was boosting her confidence? She didn't know. She really had no idea that she could even talk like this. Since meeting this man, she just kept on doing things she had never done before.

At that moment, the man just stared at her, his eyes unreadable as he continued to gaze with probing intensity into her eyes and then a soft, enchanting chuckle left his mouth. She kept her eyes on him and noted that his laughter didn't reach his eyes.

He leaned in on her, not breaking their eye contact. His enchanting face loomed closer, so close that his breath drifted over her face, leaving her dumbstruck.

"Abigail Lee…" he uttered her complete name. "You're right… I remember when you said you'll show me how attractive you can be. I might as well give you a chance to at least prove yourself." He smirked wickedly. His fingers played with her yellow scarf again before he leaned away. No matter how she tried, she just couldn't read anything from him at all; his wicked smirks, his enchanting chuckles, his beautiful icy eyes – they were not giving anything away, not even a tiny glimpse of his thoughts.

Somehow, Abigail managed to react immediately, not letting his spell bind her heart and mind completely.

"Mm. I'll show you." she said, her chin was up confidently, showing him all her intensity and determination, causing the man to chuckle again.

"Okay, you go back in your car now, daredevil little lamb or you'll cause another accident by leaving your car in the middle of the road like that." He finally released her from the force of his gaze as he looked at Aby's car.

"Oops!" she gasped and she quickly moved like nothing had just happened. She was reacting normally again but before she opened her car door, she paused and looked back.

"Uhm wait, how about…" Abigail trailed off. It was because the luxurious car was already back on the road. It appeared that the car was still working, with Mr. Black leather jacket behind the wheel this time .

"Are you sure your car can manage to send you home?" she said and Mr. Black Leather jacket half-smiled at her.

"Don't worry, Miss, this car is tough." he said loudly and Abigail could only blink.

She then returned her gaze towards Mr. Qinn and when she saw that he had begun walking towards the black Lamborghini, Abigail ran after him. "Wait, please give me your number." She said, pinching a little portion of his coat and tugging it.

The man didn't turn to look at her but he lifted his hand, silently asking for her phone.

Abigail quickly gave her phone to him and in a short while, he gave it back, still not turning to look at her face. Abigail stared at his number and dialed it.

The man quietly brought out his phone and showed her its screen.

"I'll send you a message of where and when," he uttered and then, he left.