Chapter 5 – Daniel Micheals

I strode through the Fashion Complex angrily in search of the Arrogant Bastard. He had managed to cross limits not once but twice. Everyone knew anything could be better than messing up with Ivory Richards. Apparently Arrogant Bastard didn’t understand it, and it needs to be explained to him properly.

After searching for about ten minutes, I finally spotted him settled by a table in the middle of the cafeteria. A small smile played on his lips as he typed away on his phone. Bloody Asshole! Just seeing the smile on his face boiled up my anger.

I marched towards him, my fists clenched by my side. I was fuming with anger. This time I won’t be stopping. You insult and flirt with me, I can handle that much but you steal my mother’s car or mess up with my family, then you are as good as dead!

 I might not be at the best terms with parents but at the end of the day, they are still my parents, my family. I do love them, deep down in my heart for what they are. No matter how shallow, self-centered, strict, selfish they are, they are still my family and I won’t allow anyone to mess with my family.

When I was within the attacking distance from the Arrogant Bastard, without warning I kicked the top of the table with all my power.

“What the fuck!” The Arrogant Bastard exclaimed out of shock and surprise as the table fell to the floor. He was now standing and his chair had fallen backwards too. He then turned towards me with an annoyed expression, while my expression remained impassive and cold-hearted.

As he recognized me, his expression changed from annoyance to confusion and finally settling at a smirking cocky expression.

“What a pleasant surprise Ivory sweetheart,” He said, smirking.

I kept my expression blank and I replied coldly, “Can’t say the same.”

He left out a hearty laugh and asked, “So what brings you here? Going to let me buy you the drink you refused two nights ago?”

“I won’t let you buy me anything even in your dreams.” I stated blankly.   

“Oh sweetheart, you know you want me, just say it. I can give you a night you won’t forget.” He said, throwing a cocky smirk my way.

I rolled my eyes and said viciously, “And I can shower you with punches you won’t ever forget.”

“I don’t doubt your capabilities of throwing punches anymore but making love is much more pleasurable.” He said, winking. His tone was flirty and also filled with arrogance.

I rolled my eyes and made a disgusted face and changed the topic," You got quite a nerve. I mean you are trying to mess with me,” I taunted, narrowing my eyes at him. 

“Don’t think of yourself as a leader of some gang sweetheart. You are not that threatening.” He commented back, effortlessly.

I rolled my eyes once again and stepped towards the Arrogant Bastard. A sweet, charming smile played on my lips as I did so. I eyed him seductively and placed my left hand around his neck. His expression was hesitant and of confusion but none the less he didn’t make any move. I raised my right hand and started caressing his chest. I pulled myself closer to him. The hand around the neck, moved up and threaded into his soft silky hair as I nibbled at his ear. 

“What are you doing?” He asked breathlessly.

“Giving you just what you deserve,” I replied, seductively. 

What I did next was something the Arrogant Bastard would never have comprehended. I kneed him in the balls, hard.    

 He stepped back as he groaned in pain. His hands were now covering his precious jewels. As I watched the scene before me, a huge smile masked my face.  The expression on his face was priceless. It was definitely worth getting seductive with him.  

You mess with Ivory Richards, this is what you earn!

 “Oh My Gosh! You are completely crazy Ivory!” Janet exclaimed as she came and stood next to me.

“You love me anyways babe,” I stated, smugly.

“Unfortunately,” She murmured, but a smile was evident on her face.

 “What the fuck! Is this some kind of sadistic things you do to people?” The Arrogant Bastard hollered as he somewhat regained from the pain. 

I chuckled and replied sweetly, “I was just giving you what you deserved.”

“I did absolutely nothing to deserve this.” He argued back. He was angry and was gritting his teeth.

“As a matter of fact you did do something to deserve getting kneed in the balls!” I yelled, glaring at him. He had the audacity to deny the fact he had stolen my mother’s car. Wow, I do salute this guy’s guts to be able to stand up to me. It’s a rare opportunity to find someone who isn’t scared of me.

Really Rare!

“And what would that be?” He questioned skeptically, narrowing his eyes at me. As if they were to scare me and make me pee in my pants.

I gave him a look that said, ‘You seriously don’t know? I mean, you stole my mother’s car! Does that ring a bell in your head?’

“You dare to ask me that question? I’m not the one who stole a car you know!” I stated gruffly.

“What?” He asked. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.  

I got annoyed at that. Does he think of me as a ‘Beauty with no Brains’? Then boy, he is so wrong! I’m a lot smarter then what he gives me credit for.

I glare at him for a few seconds and then reply, “You stole my Mother’s BMW!”

He stays silent but gives me an incredulous, non-believing look and after a few moments he stated, “I didn’t steal any car.”   

Liar!

 I chuckled shaking my head in denial. “And I just didn't knee you in your balls” I stated too, blankly.

“You have been misunderstood, okay?” He said, trying to convince me of his innocence. 

“Misunderstood?” I asked, disbelievingly.  “Definitely not! I have my facts clear!”

“I haven’t stolen any car.” He stated firmly.

“Oh really? So you didn't come here in a Persian Blue BMW?” I interrogated.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked, smugly.

“Just answer my damn questions!” I demanded ignoring his previous question.

“Yes I came here in a Persian Blue BMW,” He answered monotonously.

“See you admitted yourself that you came here in a Persian Blue BMW, which also is my mother’s car. And that means you stole it!” I explained, calmly.

“What non-sense? I admit I came here in a Persian Blue BMW, which is owned by your mother but I didn’t steal it.” He stated, narrowing his eyes at me.

I gave him an incredulous look. You come here in my Mother’s BMW and then say you didn’t steal it?C'mon, my mother doesn’t let anyone use her car! Why in the world would she let you use it?

“Mother allowed you to use it?” I asked skeptically.

“Yes she did Ivory Sweetheart,” He said, smirking.

I give him a dubious look. That’s not possible in a million years! My mother letting a total stranger handle her car, you got to be kidding me!

"My mother never lets me use the car and she would allow YOU? Bullshit!" I said snorting. 

"Apparently, she trusts me more than you," He commented smirking. 

"Listen Mister, I know that my mother would never lend her car to anyone, she'll send you by a cab but not let you use her car. So, the only way you got the car is by stealing it." I explained calmly.

"Sweetheart, trust me your mother let me borrow her car," He said, winking. I rolled my eyes. 

"How about I call my mother and ask her right away?" I asked, glaring. 

"Sure, go ahead," He said. A smug expression masked his annoying face. 

I glared at him once, before removing my phone from the back pocket of the jeans and dialing my mother's number. After three rings, she finally answered the call. 

"Hello, Grace Richards speaking." She said, sounding professional. She obviously hadn't checked the caller id before picking up the phone because if she had, she would be screaming at me, demanding answers, and what not.

"Mother, did you lend the Arrogant Bastard your car?" I asked straight-forwardly. I didn't wish to waste time.

"Ivory! Where have you been? Why haven't you been home? And I do not appreciate your behaviour at the party, two nights ago. Nor do I appreciate you not coming home. This is not acceptable. I don't expect such kind of behaviour from you? Do you understand?And -"

"Mother!' I snapped, stopping my mother's rant.

"Do not speak to me like that Young Lady! Have I not taught you proper manners?" She asked, her voice stern.

I groaned. Why did I call my mother again? Oh right, to confirm if she lent Arrogant Bastard her car. Not really a wise idea. I mean, I knew she won't do anything but lecture me. She doesnt know anything better than that when it comes to me. 

"Mother, we'll discuss that later, okay? Right now, tell me if you lent your car to Arrogant Bastard?" I asked, negotiating.

"Arrogant Bastard? Missy! Do not use foul language! You cannot call people with such disrespect!" My mother snapped at me.

I sighed and groaned again. I ask my mother something, but she hears something totally different. Why is my mother so difficult?

"Mother! Did you lend anyone your car? Your BMW?" I asked, firmly. Apparently Mother drifts from one topic to another very easily. 

"As a matter of fact I did. I let Daniel Micheals borrow it." My mother answered, professionally. Whereas me! I was dumbstruck! Never in a million years would I have imagined such a scenario taking place. Its absurd!   

I hung up. I didn't want to hear a word about this on phone. I needed to talk face to face with mother about this. She let a stranger borrow her car! She never let her own daugher borrow it! 

"Are you Daniel Micheals?" I asked the Arrogant Bastard. I didn't know his name, so I couldn't be sure that Arrogant Bastard was indeed Daniel Micheals. 

"That would be me!" He replied smugly. 

Out of everyone, my mother let Daniel Micheals, aka Arrogant Bastard borrow her car! Thats crazy! Has she lost her mind? Was she in her right mind when she took this decision? 

I needed proper answers, and I will only get them when I have a face to face conversation with Mother. 

I walked up to Daniel Micheals, took hold of his arm and started dragging him towards the parking lot. I was taking him home to my mother to sort out this mess.

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End of chapter 5!

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