Scarred Knight

That's Kidnapping

Lake

I pushed through the hospital doors, walking behind him, but instead of following him I stopped and patted my pockets to search for my phone. I'll ask Asher to come and pick me up instead of going with the ice block. God knows by the time I reached my apartment I’ll be suffering from hypothermia.

And even though, it made me a little reluctant to face him after I crashed his baby, I'd still do it to get away from this annoying block of ice with a face of a Greek God.

“Looking for this?” He drawled from my left and without meaning to, my head snapped into his direction.

When I looked at him I found him holding my phone up in his hand. I narrowed my eyes on him as I glared and wished I could shoot arrows and injure him some with just my eyes. But alas, god didn't give me suck ability and he still stood there with that annoying smirk on his beautiful face.

I stomped in his direction, or more accurately I started to stomp but stopped when my head screamed in agony and dizziness assailed me again. I made to snatch my phone but the bastard threw it in the air and caught it with the other hand, leaving me wide eyed at his quick reflexes and more irrate that he had so easily managed to dissuade me.

“Give me my phone back.”

“Get in the car.”

I held out my hand, wiggling my fingers for emphasis. “My phone.”

“Car.”

I glared at him, he looked back at me as patient as ever. His beautiful face cast in brightness from the hospital lights behind me. His jet black hair were mussed, and my fingers trembled with the need to caress them back or may be fist them and kîss him. Kiss him the way, I hadn't gotten the chance to. I felt the flutters in my stomach at the thought and looked down into his green eyes, they were nonchalant and waiting, surrounded with thick dark lashes that any girl would die for. And, his lips, they looked so soft and inviting.

But it was the scar looked pale… and made him more appealing. It didn’t diminish his beauty one bit, it was more like a proof that he has weathered through something horrible and come out as a winner. It was more attractive and made him more desirable— hinting on his strength. I wondered about the story behind it. Will I ever get to know?

“Are you done?” The cold words brought my eyes back to his icy ones.

And I gulped at the look in them. For some reason, he looked angry now, more like unhinged. “I’m not getting inside your car.” Which now as I looked behind him, I had to bite my tongue to stop the surprised gasp that wanted to escape. The sleek black Aston Martin looked so darkly sexy, I wanted to go there and feel her. It suited his owner. It took great effort on my side, but I finally managed to wrench my eyes from its beauty and looked back at him. “Are you going to give me my phone or not?”

“Are you going to get in the car or not?” He questioned back.

“That would be a no.” I replied.

His lips pinched in disapproval. “Suit yourself. You’re not getting it until you get inside the car.”

I pursed my lips. I so wanted to test my knee in the balls technique that Asher had taught me on him, but something told me with him I would be one on my knees. I huffed inwardly but for him, I smiled. “Fine.” With that I turned around and started to walk toward the main road. He can stuff the phone in his arse. Arsehôle.

I took only four steps and before I could take the fifth one I was airborne, and then slung over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “What in the bloody hell!!” I yelled, my hands going to punch at him which he fully deserved, only for me to grip his jeans as I bounced on his shoulder, feeling like I would fall at moment's notice. I heard the car door opening and then a second later my arse met the soft leather seat and as I turned to give him a piece of my mind he slammed the door in my face, locking it for good measure.

“The bastard!” I hissed as I sat there fuming, glaring at him through the windshield as he rounded the car.

The driver side door opened and he sat down, bringing with him the smell of winter mornings and coffee. I pushed the thought of cuddling up to him with a blanket and sipping hot coffee, I don't know what was wrong with me to have these kinds of thoughts about him. He was an unruly menacez a fûcking arsehole with a penchant for danger.

He didn't even look at me as he started the car and pulled out of the hospital parking lot. I folded my hands against my chest as I stated, “You can't just thrów me over your shoulder and get me in your car.”

“I just did.” He replied as if I was a child.

“That’s kidnàpping.” I snapped.

“I am driving you home. Kidnàpping would be if I take you with me and keep you.” He replied, taking a turn on the road and I was almost sure there was a hint of suggestion in his words, like he wanted to do something like that.

Keep me. I swallowed. Darn it! Don't think about it!!

“Where’s my car?” I asked.

“You mean your friend’s car?” He asked, his fingers tapping the steering wheel as he drove.

Something changed in his tone as he said friend. I turned to look at him and saw how once again his lips were pressed into a flat line. Hmm. Is there something I’m missing? On a whim I said, “Boyfriend. He's my boyfriend.” The tapping increased in speed. Interesting. My lips pulled at the corner but I bit down on it to hide it.

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Alex

Boyfriend.

My fingers tightened on the steering wheel and it took everything in me not to grab her by her fûcking throat and show her who she belongs to. The little liar was also a reneger. I watched from the corner of my eyes as she sat straight with her head turned away from me, looking out of the window. A secretive smile seems to pull at her lips, giving her a look of a goddess. She could be an Aphrodite, if not for her lies and betrayals. My eyes dropped to her hands folded underneath her bréasts, pushing them upward like an offering. An offering that I wanted to partake in.

“Stop watching me.” She bit out, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink and darkening slowly.

“I am not.”

At that she turned to face me, giving me her grey eyes. “I can feel your eyes on me.”

I turned my eyes to the road. “Why did you leave the party without your boyfriend?” Even though I tried, the last word came out as a curse.

“He isn't responsible for everything I do.” She replied, her tone implied that I should already know that.

“Someone should be. Maybe then I won't have to come for your rescue every goddamn time.” I said sharply, knowing how rude it sounded. I didn't fûcking care. I was losing my patience, and it was never my virtue.

She inhaled sharply and I could feel her anger building up even before she retorted, “I didn't ask for you to help me.”

“Oh, so you're suggesting that I should leave you to fend for yourself the next time when I see that you're being kidnàpped, fórced or lying unconscious in the middle of the road.”

She growled. She practically growled. My lips twitched with real amusement, which rarely happens— only when I'm with my family, as she huffed and puffed and turned away to once again look out of the window.

A few minutes later the silence was broken by the ringing of her phone. She jerked upright and her hand flew to the middle console to grab her phone as soon as her eyes fell on it. I caught a glimpse of the name on the screen and my amusement disappeared in an instant.

“Ash…” She answered. “No, please, don't worry.” Her voice dipped a little as she said, “Yes.. your baby is hurt. Sorry.” She whispered softly. A pause, then, “I am sure you'll take care of it. Yeah… yes, hmm… ok. Ok. Meet you at my place?” She questioned and after a second, “Ok, that would be good.” She said with a smile that hinted on something that I didn't want to think about.

I swear my million dollar car was about to be broken in pieces if she didn't stop talking soon. “Oh my god, would you slow down, I don't want to get in another accident this soon!” She screeched by my side as I floored the car, not realising how fûcking fast I was going.

As I slowed car, my frustration only mounted higher that she was affecting me so much. I clenched my teeth and could feel the nerve twitching near my eye. And it's not just because of the fact that some fûcking s**t was her boyfriend, it was everything combined. For one, how careless she was when someone was clearly our there to get to her. Two, someone out there wants her. Dead or alive, was anyone’s guess. Three, I hate her for what she did and what she was now. Four, I fûcking hate myself for letting her affect me like this. Even now, I was aware of every breath she was taking. Her scent that filled the car and my lungs, enticing and delicious.

Fûcking strawberries. It was all I could breathe in the car and it was driving me crazy.

And let's not forget about her hourglass figure that begged to be molded against my hard body. I had seen her photos and I was glad for the weight she still carried. And I’d love nothing more than to grab hold of her perfect, delectable, plush arse and pound into her from behind.

I pulled on the breaks, letting the car come to a screeching halt in front of her building. “Get out.” I gritted out, at the same time that she questioned, “How do you know where I live?”

We both stared at each other, grey to green, waiting for the other one to fold.

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