I TOOK big steps to get out of the bar and to get a taxi. Unfortunately, there was no vehicle passing by. I glanced down at my wristwatch only to find out how long I had been wasting my time here. I sighed and looked upon the sky full of regrets.
The sky was tar-black, and the clouds were gloomy. "No, not now please . . ." I murmured.
The wind rose up, and the tinkling sounds came to my ears as the first pearl of the rain dropped onto the floor.
I looked around for shelter. I saw the waiting shed across the street, but it was already full of people. The rain was incessant. The wind whipped up into a frenzy, and it's shrinking the hell out of me.
I don't have a choice but to run back to the resto-bar. I stood on the edge of the establishment, looked up at the sky, and hugged myself.
"Miss, why don't you come in first?" the security guard woke me up.
"Thanks, but I'm fine here." I gave him my assuring smile before looking back at the sky.
I even slightly wiped my wet arm because of the splash of water.
A sheet of rain passed over me, and the sounds intensified. Suddenly, cars bobbing the streets. The sound of the scratching wheel echoed in my head.
I swallowed hard when I noticed who's in the car. I bit my lowered lip and tried avoiding him.
He slowly opened the door for me and lowered his head to catch my attention.
"Cherry!" he called. "The rain is threatening!" he shouted again, but I ignored him and just stared at him blankly. There was no way I will go with him!
But suddenly, he went out of his car. In a split second, he was right in front of me.
I don't want to look up because if I do, I may find myself at the mercy of questioning eyes pleading to know what I was doing.
"Your dress is already wet," he softly said.
I warned myself not to be carried away by such a beautiful voice. I forced myself to be formal in front of him and looked at the security guard who had our attention.
"Miss, come on. It looks like it's raining even harder, right, handsome boy?" he said before smiling at us. I don't know where I could find an answer because of what he said, so I frowned.
"Tsk. Today's kids are so fantastic." The security guard shook his head. He even scratched his nape and sat down in the monoblock chair before facing his logbook.
"Get in to my car, now." His voice has authority, so I looked up at him.
The water dripping down his face. I gaze so intently at the edge of his lip. Damn, why do I have to notice his damn crooked smile? I bowed again and scolded myself.
"Come on, it's getting colder here." He started to take off his jacket, and without saying a word, he put it on my shoulders. He held my hand and carried me to his car without my approval.
I couldn't do anything because he almost hugged me when we hit the heavy rain. My mouth ached as I just watched him roll down the road as I sat inside.
I didn't say anything till he sat next to me. I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the window. People ran for cover outside while others seemed to be patented in the heavy rain to find shelter.
I noticed that he hadn't started the car yet so I looked at him and I gasped in surprise when I saw him begin undressing.
"Oh, shit!" I blurted out.
"What?! Have you ever seen a naked man?" He quickly gave me an effortless smile.
"Pervert!" I shouted. I avoided looking at his bulk athletic body, but the more I wanted to evade it, the more my eyes stabbed me to death. I swallowed hard while scanning his ropy muscles and the deep cut lines in his stomach. My lips feel slightly chapped, but I avoid looking even if I don't want to.
I looked out the window again, but there's no way out to break the silence because I heard his deep breath expelling from that goddam lips.
I felt he took something in his backseat and later on revived the engine.
"You can relax now," he suddenly said.
And I did. Then I took off his jacket and handed it to him.
"Oh, thanks for this," I said softly.
"Just keep it, you'll use that later."
"I'm okay." I lowered the jacket next to him.
"Why? Do you want my signature before you use it?" he chuckled sexily.
"No way!" My brows started twitching with anger.
"I'll give it to you, if you just say so." Then he glanced at me.
"What do you think about me? Like your diehard fans who just want to commit suicide in front of you just for your signature?!" I stared at him, deadly.
And he didn't even say anything. Instead, he kept on smiling while driving.
I looked back on the window again. I can't believe I was still with the most arrogant man I've ever met in my entire life. The last time I checked, I left him at the resto-bar because he insulted my body. Why am I being toyed with by destiny?
He often cleared his throat before he speaks. "I am sorry about what happened at the resto-bar," he started.
I bit my lip and looked away, trying to avoid the conversation.
"I didn't mean to offend you."
"You were just describing me!" I couldn't help but say.
"No, of course not!" he countered back.
"But what?!" I folded my arms in front of my chest and waited for his explanation.
"I was just drunk and tipsy. I don't know . . ." he explained and shrugged his shoulder.
I shuddered at what I heard. What the heck? What he just said? I leaned my back to the chair and closed my eyes without saying a word. Oh, fucking head, why do I expected him to have a nice explanation of everything? He was too immature for so-called respect.
"I'm actually finding you . . . sexy."
I immediately turned my face to him with a frown.
"Do I need to say it again?" Then he grinned.
"So, are you playing a harmless joke this time, huh?" I sarcastically said and gave him a smirk.
At that point, he laughed. He could almost fill the noise of the rain with its strength. Oh, damn, why is he incredibly sexy in his way?
"You are too tough to deal with, Cherry," he said again, shaking his head.
I did not answer because his car has stopped at the side of the road where I still need to walked down the alley to enter my house.
"Don't worry I will bring an umbrella next time." Then he smiled at me foolishly.