Dakota Black

Emara.

Her Ariel red hair and Snow White skin glows from across the parking lot, causing me to instantly recognize her in a heartbeat.

That's my Dobby.

A grin curve my lips up, and those mad-rageous beats replace with mad-exciting beats as I spot her, crouching beside my sports car, doing something suspiciously shady.

I quickly shove the bottle of pills back into my pocket and approach her with the enthusiasm of a kid on his birthday.

I have been searching for my wild kitty everywhere, and here she is, all alone, without her daddy's protection, waiting for me to just simply kidnap her.

My hunting instincts sharpen and I carefully tip-toe towards her, almost inaudibly like closing up to a cat so she won't dash away in fright after sensing me.

I have to catch her smartly.

"Limited Edition Blah Blah Shit!" Emara murmurs in a deep voice, then abruptly chuckles, as if laughing at her own joke.

I smirk. I love how crazy she is!

Like a clueless rabbit, she is completely unaware of my predatory gaze on her, and continues to scrape the pointed blade happily on that beautiful red paint job of my car.

And like a patient wolf, I let her vandalize my beloved vehicle, all while soaking the shrill sound of metal scraping away and her little evil chuckles in between.

I laugh along silently.

She is so silly! Emara has no idea that she is plotting a perfect trap for herself and I am loving every second of it.

When she is finally done, I lean in curiously to see what she was writing so passionately, and that's when I spot her artwork-

M O T H E R F U K E R

"You missed a C." I casually point out, and she freezes for a split second, taking a look at the spelling mistake she just permanently carved into the expensive paint of my limited-edition Tesla Roadster.

God! She is slower than a sloth on a Sunday.

Suddenly, as if the wires in her finally brain fired up, Emara abruptly turns around facing me. Her hazel eyes go wide, like a deer caught in the headlights as she sees who is standing in front of her.

Completely shook to her foot!

My lips stretch, and I couldn't stop smiling at her face, which is losing its colour getting by every second. Tsk..Tsk..Tsk.. Caught-Red-Handed!

Just then, my eyes catch the familiar design and colour of her frock and it hits me like a leather belt. Wait a minute.. Is that? Yes.

A smile of 110 volts lights on my face like I just hit the jackpot when I realize she is wearing the dress I gifted her.

Maybe she doesn't hate me as much as I feared!

In an instance, my hand digs into my pocket, and I pull out my phone to shoot this glorious moment that we are both going to remember on our wedding.

I take a snap of her shocked face, with cutter in her hand, and my car in the background with MOTHERFUKER grandly carved into it, all while she is glowing in this peach dress I got for her.

This is pure gold!

I take a moment to admire the photo, like a proud parent admiring their kid's terrible artwork, which was made just for me.

"Nice work there, Emara Spaghetti Picasso." I sneer, tucking the phone back in my pocket and giving her all the attention she deserves.

She blinks, a few times before getting back into her skin. "Thanks, Dakota Motherfucker Black."

I grin at her audacity, ready with my reply. "You mean Dakota Motherfuker Black. Without the C."

Emara scoffs, rolling her eyes. "I wrote it intentionally. Because you already know you are the biggest C here."

"What C, babe?" I arch my brow, tilting my head a little.

Emara flares her nostrils in anger, and spats, "A cun—"

"A what?" I cut her off, narrowing my eyes like a hawk dangerously zeroes at the mouse. She got to be fucking kidding me!

I hear her gulp as I take an intimidating step towards her while throwing a dare darkly. "Say it."

"A cu-cu-cutie." She stutters, looking at me tensely and a smile spreads wide across my face.

"That's right. I am a cutie." I blush, biting my lips.

My cheeks tingle automatically, feeling on top of the world at her unexpected compliment.

"Another fucking delulu." I watch her roll her eyes as she murmurs under her breath, before strolling away.

"Where are you going?" I ask, my heart sinks down as I watch her leaving me again.

"Emara, stop!" I call after her, but she doesn't stop, sending my pulse rate into a full blown panic.

Don't let her go!

A voice echoes in my head and I clench my fists tightly, breathing hard. The thought of losing her again feels like a punch to my ribs, resulting in physical pain.

"You can't leave. You owe me money." I yell and she instantly stops in her tracks.

"Money?" Emara whips around and I watch those fiery red strands of hair sway in slow motion as her eyes meet mine hotly. "What money, bish?"

The businessman in me kicks in and I straighten up in my Wall-Street suit, trying to look all serious and professional as I finally capture her attention.

"You owe me money for vandalizing my car. Tesla Roadster." I breathe in calmly, pointing at the MOTHERFUKER, without the C on my door.

God damn it's a limited edition car!

Emara takes a second to scrutinize her surrounding, like assessing the battle-ground, before her eyes lock on me. "What proof do you have that I did this?"

I narrow my gaze at her. Seriously?

"Other than just a stupid picture of me holding the cutter beside your vehicle? It doesn't mean I did it." She grins, thinking she just outsmarted me in my own game.

How cute!

"I like when you act smart." I smile, pointing my finger at her as I take a step towards her, slowly closing the gap between us. "But just so you know, I am smarter than you, baby."

Her eyebrow raises, but I am not done yet.

"I just mentioned this is a Tesla. That means there are cameras everywhere. If someone so much as sneezes near my car, I'll know about it." I reveal to her, and slowly, the attitude from her face fades away.

"And those cameras? They don't just record, they capture the scene in real time HD and save the footage directly on the cloud, which I can access through the app, anytime, anywhere."

I pull out my phone excitedly, and call her out. "Come here. Let me show you."

Emara blinks at the screen like a primitive cave-girl as I show her the recorded video with clear audio support.

Her hazel orbs widen as she sees watches herself squatting next to my car as she scratches the paint in stunning 4K detail.

"So, how are you going to pay me?" I get back into my businessman skin, after pushing the phone into the deep gorge of my pants.

It's time to talk about my favourite topic.. MONEY!

"Aren't you the cheapest millionaire ever?" Emara rolls her eyes at my serious question.

"Even penny counts, love. Especially when I am close to becoming a billionaire." I reply with a smirk, letting my pride shine through.

"How much money do you need, huh? A hundred dollars? Two hundred?" She scorns, opening her purse like a rich grandma.

I scoff ridiculously at the offer she tries to pull. Is she even serious?

"Five hundred dollars?" Emara gulps, blinking her spider lashes at me.

I shake my head, the smile never leaves my lips as I watch her confidence slowly leave her body.

It's like watching a balloon slowly deflate and I am absolutely here for it.

"A grand?" She murmurs.

"Try thirty grand." I grin devilishly.

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Edit: I removed the reason to update late and why I'll be updating next week as this is a fun chapter and I don't want readers to read my message and get a little sad.

The reason is uploaded on my insta story if anyone is interested to know.