"No, it wasn't. I think something happened to it or maybe, perhaps someone did this," he pointed at the mud stain, and the playboy moved towards it.
"Look for the person that did this to my baby. My baby looked so strong moments ago!"
Taurus started running and turning around, searching for me. After the situation,
I wanted to turn around and run too, because nothing was going as I planned anymore and I didn't have money to pay. I hadn't left earlier because I didn't want them to suspect me, but now was the right time. Just as I was about to run, I heard the playboy say:
"Look, it's someone's shoe! It's just as you said someone actually did this to my baby."
He picked the shoe up with his handkerchief, scanned the area, and then saw me. He pointed directly at me.
"You. Come here." He gestured at me with his finger.
'What do I do now? I just used my curse to ruin something again,' I panicked.
I knew he was talking to me, but I didn't want to entangle myself in this mess. So, I picked up my pace and ran but he ran after me until he caught me and spun me around forcefully.
He was better looking than I expected. I had never seen a man with such unique features before. But back to reality he didn't even give me a chance to exchange pleasantries or say a word. He hijacked me, lifted me onto his shoulder, and carried me to where his car was even while I was protesting, he carried me like that.
When he dropped me, he looked at his clothes and sniffed them, then made a disgusted face as he turned to the man he called Taurus.
"You ruined my outfit and my car. What are you??" he asked.
Before I could respond, he cut me off, as if my words didn't matter, and pointed elsewhere.
"Did you do this to my car???" he asked.
"No. Is that why you sexually harassed me?" I questioned.
"If they ask, won't they think you're the one harassing me? Because who would even believe that a man like me would want to harass someone like you?" He gestured to my appearance. "So answer me. Why?"
"I said I didn't do it,why are you being so dramatic" I denied.
"dramatic? Explain why your shoe has only one leg and is the same with this." He looked at the shoe in his hand and then at the other one that had been used to shatter his mirror. "You did this to my car, and you're denying it. But wait… why the fuck did you do this to my car?"
He looked at me from head to toe. I was wearing a maid's attire.
"Do I look like the cause of your problem? Is my car the perfect object to dump your anger on? Just look at what you did to my baby!"
I should have known how weird he was from the moment he called his car his baby, but I just thought he was one of those rich, spoiled playboys.
I stared at him deeper instead of listening to his blabbering, I got lost in my thoughts I won't deny it not for the hundredth time he looked so handsome. Grey eyes. Curly hair. Masculine. Chews gum. Perfect beard cut. One silver earring. A semi-colon tattoo design on his chest.
"I… I…" I couldn't speak or deny it anymore I was too deep in what I was feeling. I couldn't do anything.
"You? What?" his bodyguard asked, short and masculine. He turned to me and gave a half-laugh. Then he pinched his nose.
"wait Taurus do you perceive that?, why does that smell keep coming? Where's it coming from?"
He looked around
"I don't think it's from here, maybe..." He pointed at me
The play boy moved his head around to me. "I think it's you. You smell so bad. And to think I touched you and you were claiming harassment? You reek. Haven't you showered in over a week?"
At the mention of that, I got extremely angry and embarrassed.
"Smell? Whose fault is that?! Do you think you can look down on me just because you're rich and all that? It's harassment and I don't fucking care! You don't deserve to talk to me like that. If you do it again, I won't take it lightly with you!"
I didn't even know if what I said made sense but it should.
His assistant the one he called Taurus wanted to move forward, but he raised his hand and gestured for him to stand down.
"Take what lightly with who? Do you know who I am? Or is this how you apologize? Look at you. You look like a smelling slut and still have the nerve to be confident or have pride?"
"Pride? Apologize? What? You splashed water on me, hijacked me, carried me here a stranger and you expect me to walk away like that just because of my appearance? You rich people always act like you own the world when you're only living by the tax we pay! I'm the one that needs an apology from you!" I challenged.
He scoffed, dropped his cigarette, and stepped on it.
"Are you stupid? Tax? You??? Tsssk " he scoffed "who told you that and besides Aren't you happy you got splashed by a car you can never afford even in your next life? Aren't you happy that a man like me carried you? What were you even doing there in the first place? Don't tell me your man's wife caught you sleeping with her husband, and that's how she dragged you out of the hotel room after pouring smelly water on you. Because tell me why do you portray the same attitude of… a slut that wants to take advantage of the situation?"
He continued, "What do you want? Money?"
He brought out a bundle of cash and flung it into the air.
"I know your type. So just move out of my way. I have better things to do with my time." He pushed me aside.
"That's for dry cleaning in case you've never been there before. And you know what? Forget about the repair cost. 'Cause I wonder how many men you'll have to sleep with before you can afford it. Who knows what you'll play next Spider-Man?"
I got extremely pissed. How could he say something like that to me? I just couldn't control myself anymore I didn't even know when I responded.
"What did you just say? Say that again?" I snarled.
He smirked and replied,
"I said you're a gold digger and a prostitute."
At the mention of that, I grabbed his shirt and headbutted his nose because he was too tall and I couldn't reach his head causing a nosebleed. He backed away, clearly irritated.
"The fuck is wrong with her!?"
"Are you just standing there and not doing anything? Come on, do something!" he ordered.
I didn't care. I just wanted him to pay for humiliating and insulting me. So I bit him and that was when his assistant immediately called the police.
"Hello, is this the police? There's an assault going on here, close to the motel down the street I don't know the exact place."
'Assault? Let them come I'll show them proof of how I was assaulted instead,' I thought courageously.
A few minutes later, they arrived.
They took me Hannah to the station for assault and attempted murder. They didn't even ask for my name, my opinion, or what happened. No warning. Nothing. They just said
"You again? This is the second report we're getting for you today."
And it was my first time being around the police.
Then the second police officer finally checked my name from his computer
"Ms. Hannah Ragnar, why did you attack him?" the second police officer asked.