EMMA

I looked at him. No, I glared at that man, expecting an apology from him for bumping into me and spilling my coffee, ruining my shirt, my expensive boots, and my so-far perfect day. What did I say? Bad mornings always and I meant always lead to bad days. For once I thought today might not be one of those days seeing how smoothly it was going but this man right here had to come and ruin it entirely. He looked in my direction for a second and then again went back to typing on his phone like he had not the slightest guilt of what he just did.

My temper flared up as I waited for that jerk face to apologize. I promised myself that if he does that, I'd settle this thing like civilized people, but seeing how he has no such intentions, it was foolish of me to even think that someone as arrogant as this creature would apologize to a mere person such as me. Seeing his expression I hardly believe he'd even admit his mistake.

What a Jerk!

"Oh my God! Emma! Are you alright?" Kate rushed towards me and taking my hands, inspected them to see if there were any signs of injury. "Yeah, I think so," I said while seeing my hands. Luckily the coffee didn't burn my hands.

"Move." He ordered again and I looked up to see him still typing on his phone. In between typing, he looked in my direction one or two times but his center of attention was his phone. Kate stood beside me as she looked at me and then at that jerk.

"Hey!" I called out. "Look what you did!" I pointed at my stained blouse and then at my messed-up boots not moving a step. He stopped typing and looked at me as if inspecting me from my head to my boots. A shiver ran down my spine - a wave of disgust - and it felt like he was scanning me with his eyes. The eyes which were still hidden beneath those black shades. Who the hell even wears sunglasses at four in the evening?

"You should see where you are going." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Apologize." He ordered while dusting something from his jacket, which I believe were the invisible specks of something. He wasn't looking at me now. His face was too immersed in checking if his expensive suit was successfully ruined or unfortunately saved. If the latter was the case, I would happily like to give another go to our little encounter that happened five minutes ago. This time, I would make sure to give a taste of hot coffee to him.

The nerve of this man!

His prideful tone made my blood boil. I hated men whatsoever because they were nothing but lies. But the top three types I hated the most in the world were one - who were filthy rich dickheads. Second - who had no respect for women. And the third, most hateful of all - those who think they own the world. Arrogant assholes! And this guy fitted perfectly into the two categories. First and last.

Rich? I wasn't sure but dickhead, yes.

I'd had enough of his contemptuous behavior. Sorry? To him? Didn't he know who was at fault here? He bumped into me, spilled my hot coffee on me, ruined my outfit and now he dared to say those words? Didn't this jerk have a tiny bit of guilt?

"I believe it's you who have an apology due." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and glared at him. "Apologize and I will settle this up like civilized people." If I could shoot daggers with my eyes or a laser, I was sure I would have killed him by now. That's how much I hated this arrogant jerk.

This earned his attention and placing his phone in the pocket of his jacket, he leaned against the pole in front of our shop. Folding his arms over his chest, a smirk took a place on his lips. "Sweetheart!" He took the sunglasses off his eyes and looked at me. "Do you really think I will apologize?" His eyes looked in mine and for a moment, I felt something twist and turn inside my stomach. His eyes weren't black like his hair or his suit or those shoes. They weren't anything that I anticipated. They were blue. A light shade of it but deep enough to penetrate right through my glare. As those deep blue eyes raked on my body, it shivered under his intense gaze. I believed what made me shiver was not his eyes but his words.

Sweetheart? My fucking foot!

"You should, sweetheart! Because you are the one who made a mess out of my perfect day. You are the one who pushed me from behind. You are the one who ruined my outfit and you are the one who is at fault here!" I used his word sweetheart right back at him but in a taunting way. I tried to control the volume of my voice but seeing how we have gathered some attention from the passersby, I might as well have yelled. He looked at me with surprise and his eyes widened with amusement? Did I see a glint of amusement in his eyes? I was this close to punching his pretty face and here he was... being amused? Such a jerk!

"Why will I apologize?" His face turned into a cold expression this time as he straightened himself. His eyes gave me a cold stare which made me believe that the glint of amusement that I noticed earlier was nothing but a fragment of my imagination.

But if he was mistaken that this little cold stare of his would intimidate me, he better has another thought coming. No way in hell, I was letting him win. "I've already told you if you haven't noticed!" I shot back at him and gave him a death glare. Who did he think he was? God of the world?

"You're asking me to apologize?" He stared at me in shock while emphasizing my words as if he heard the word sorry for the first time. His cold glare burned against my fire one. Our eyes stared at each other and it felt like a staring competition, and the winner would have his name noted in the Guinness World Record.

"Now that wasn't that hard! Am I talking to anyone else here?" I rolled my eyes while waving my hand around the area giving him a good hint to whom I was referring.

"Emma, calm down," Kate tried to calm me down but it was of no use now. I almost forgot that she was beside me and enjoying our encounter. "Kate, can you please leave us alone for a minute? I am going to teach him some manners," I said through my gritted teeth as she held my arm. "Emma, please. Don't pick a fight here," she pleaded. I forced a smile and held her hand.

The players have already left their corners. The fight has already begun.

"Oh no, not at all." I smiled at her. "I would never pick a fight." Without any reason.

Apparently, I convinced her because she turned to go back inside but not before giving me a suspicious look.

Ok! Now, back to that jerk!

"So, you are going to teach me some manners?" Before I could say something, he repeated my words. His cold expression was replaced by a surprising one as that smirk from earlier took its place right there on his handsome-soon-to-be punched face. Damn! How much I wanted to wipe this crap smirk off his lips!

"Oh... You don't know any?" I mocked and flipped my ponytail back, giving him a bitchy expression this time. If he was acting like a bastard then why not deal with him like a bitch? "So that's why you didn't apologize," I said sarcastically whilst rolling my eyes and he... chuckled? The man in front of me chuckled. Was he making fun of me? I could tell he was enjoying this. I hate him! He just made on to the second number of my most hated list of men whom I would love to kill one day. No! Scratch that. Whom I will kill one day. With his every word, my blood boils a degree higher making it difficult to control my temper and him making fun of me just added the fuel to it.

"You jerk!" I said while fisting my hands. I tried to resolve the issue like mature people and I did try to settle the matter with a single apology from him. But was it too hard for him? To simply utter the words sorry out of his pretty mouth? I had enough! I wanted to punch his smirking face. I wanted him to know I wasn't someone he could laugh at. I wanted to tell him I wasn't someone he could trample on, so I launched toward him with all my might. But before my fist could make a refreshing contact with his handsome face, he stopped it in one swift motion.

What the fuck!

"Do you even know who I am? If I were you," he paused, and folding my arm behind my back, he pulled me closer. "I wouldn't have done that," he whispered and a cold shiver traveled throughout my body. To say his words didn't intimidate me would be a half lie because the way his blue eyes held a warning look in them, the way his jaw seemed a bit tense, and the way he was grabbing my fist like a warning that he might break it if wanted, I knew for sure he wasn't a guy to mess with.

But what he didn't know was, I was also not the one to step down that easily. "I don't know and I don't care to know, and secondly, I am not you. So, let go of my hand so that I can punch your handsome face!" My voice was laced with anger as I wriggled my best to free myself. Damn! His grip was strong. All those months of self-defense lectures gone to waste. I must demand a refund.

"Are you saying I'm handsome?" he said with a smirk on his lips, making my blood boil to its highest. I will kill this man! I swear!

"You-"

"Sir. The car's here." I got cut off by a guy dressed up in some chauffeur suit pointing towards the Audi parked on the side of the road. The color? Take a wild guess. Yes, Black. Like I said he must have really made the color custom-made for him. I was sure if we were allowed to choose the color of blood running in our veins he would have chosen black. The jerk who was still holding my arm looked at the driver and nodded.

"I hate to cut our meeting short," he let go of my hand, "but it was fun." He smirked and went towards the car leaving me caught up in my anger and confusion. The driver pulled open the door for him and before getting in, he looked at me one last time. "Till next time," He winked at me. "Emma." He said my name and my eyes widened.

What in the fucking world!?

I stood there shocked at what just happened while his car drove away.

How did he know my name?

And why the hell my heart was about to burst out of my chest!?

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