The next second, we heard the sound of glass splintering. A thick vein of crack ran across. Watching it, released just a fragment of the rage that kept me upright.

I directed my step towards the car, grilled up to give this person a piece of mind. The door was thrown open with such force, a yielding step on the ground, he stepped out.

The light from the lamp post hit his slightly tanned skin, evoking his features to stand out. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.

His hair was short and messy. His eyes were blue, a misty ocean blue I've never seen. His eyes travelled over my clothes, precisely my drenched state. 'Sorry' should be the first word to slip out of his mouth, else I was going to have to give a black eye to the owner of this handsome face.

But in complete contrast, his eyebrow raised in disgust, he was totally judging me. People often speak the colour of their eyes, but there are always exceptions. I should have known.

"Hey, you!" a steely cold and conceited voice pervaded the air.

A bad move indeed. I was not arrogant, but he was. I am just good, really good, in showing a bastard his place right.

My fingers curled tight and I flung it in the air aiming at his face.

But my arm was arrested in the air. It refused to budge. I twisted my arms to escape the yielding grip. I grunted in defeat and swirled around.

"I apologize on her behalf." Sean was panting as though he ran to stop me from throwing the punch.

"No!" I withdrew my hand from Sean in a force when his grip started to loosen over me.

"Excuse me?" he rebuked as though he was expecting me to apologize.

"You seem to have a problem here?" I was piqued.

"You should be apologizing." Every time he opened his mouth I got angrier.

"And you shouldn't?"

"For?" He scoffed like I was asking him for something unreasonable.

"Bastard!" I cussed under my breath.

"Should I pretend like I didn't hear that?"

"You are one. I am not scared of you!"

"Miss, you're drunk." He probably grasped my loosely stated words.

"Thank you Captain Obvious."

He laughed.

He fuelled the fire that burned inside me.

"Scoundrel!" I clenched the collar of his crisp white shirt.

"You fucking drenched a woman walking on the road and you do not have the basic courtesy to pull over and apologize. Adding to it, you have the audacity to laugh at her state."

He held my wrist in his cold grasp and extracted my hands like I was a piece of trash that toppled over him. The look of distaste on his face did not go unnoticed.

"You broke the glass of my Mercedes."

"Traveling in a Mercedes doesn't make you a mighty person. Do you get that? Respect the pedestrians," I bit back.

"You owe me over a thousand dollars for the damage you caused."

"You owe me an apology, a dry dress, my stiletto and money for my medical expenses, because I could potentially fall sick."

"You'll receive a notice for payment tomorrow." He pivoted on his heal.

"Yeah! Go fuck the poor girl waiting for you. After all, that is what you filthy rich men can do. Your brain apparently doesn't work, so you're at least letting your dick do the job. Good for you."

He stopped in his track. In two long strides he closed the distance between us. He let his eyes down my body, over my lacy bra, exposed cleavage, my dress that had ridden up my thighs. He held strands of my sticky wet hair in his hand and derided.

"You look like you just walked out after fucking half a dozen men."

"Dude! Back off," Sean chipped in, thrusting him away from me.

"And he is your next fuck, I'm guessing."

His words stuck a chord in me. I didn't feel high anymore. It seemed as though all the alcohol I consumed was a waste of money.

"Yeah, he is. Do you have a problem?" I challenged him.

"You've got a temper."

"Been saving it for assholes like you."

"A Rich asshole," he reminded me.

"Ofcourse." I rolled my eyes.

"But I doubt your taste in men." He passed a look at Sean.

"I'd rather fuck the whole of Newyork than even talking to people like you."

"Let alone fuck," I mumbled under my breath.

Perhaps he picked my words up. Good. He leaned down to my ears. He smelt of midnight sex were I smelt of alcohol. "You have no idea about what you're talking babe."

"I don't even want to have one."

He withdrew from me, "tomorrow you'll have a better idea about me. If you get some time out from your hectic schedule of fucking a string of men, attend to it." He walked away without passing another look.

"That was intense," I heard Sean comment.

"Bastard. He didn't even apologize," I pulled the other stiletto off my leg.

"Kat, you're in for some huge trouble,"

"He doesn't even know my name, Sean. How do you think I'm going to receive any notice?"

"Yea, but he is rich."

"So?"

"If you receive a notice, seems like you will have to pay him a lot of money."

"We'll see when that happens."

"Fucking asshole, he ruined my night. I don't even feel high anymore," I cussed, leaning on Sean's shoulder.

"You are still high. Trust me," Sean dissolved into laughter.

The rambunctious blaring of the alarm on my phone jarred me out of my peaceful sleep and I jolted up, smashing the snooze button as hard as I possibly could. I put my pounding head back on my pillow not willing to wake up yet.

"Kat!!" I heard a sharp scream penetrating my eardrums.

"Kat! Wake up woman. You're already late. "

I let my eyes flutter open, the sunlight pierced its way through my worn out blinds, making it hard for me to open my lids. Rubbing them, I groaned "Late for what?"

"You have your interview in less than an hour young lady!"

My mind started wrapping around the reality.

"Fuck!" I hurtled into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I slipped into a nude set of padded bra and panties. I needed those pads to give an illusion as though I possessed some boobs. I wasn't flawless in my bone structure, like those runway models holding an hour glass figure. I was thin, like a stick at just 5'4 feet. Yes, my collar bones popped out of my skin just like my spinal cord did.

I eat a lot, just hoping I'll gain some weight. But there wasn't really much I could do when food refused to stick to my body. It made me appear like a walking skeleton with a skin.

But that ain't my fault, I was made this way. But the same fact always scratched deeply at my insecurities.

I slipped into my neatly ironed outfit that I had taken out for this interview a month ago. I had been planning this day ever since. I tucked my hazel brown shirt with my black trousers. I felt like this shirt brought out the colour of my hazel eyes. At least that was what Becca told me when we chose to buy this. It was expensive, I had to work day in and day out at Cara's to save up some money for this. I was broke. I didn't have a single penny. This place was my cousin, Bill's. He offered it to me when he found me stranded on the pavement when I had no place to stay, not even my old truck. That haunting night was fixed on my mind. He was kind enough to let it for free until I got myself a job that paid all my bills.

Sean was helping me through all my bills for two months now. I needed this job by hook or crook, if not for what I wanted, at least for the money. I was determined to get my hands on this job.

Smearing some nude lipstick on my lips, and passing a brush through my hair, I was ready to go.

I sauntered to the hall and found Sean eating his morning toast while he was browsing through his phone.

"Sean, wish me luck!"

His eyes were now directed at me, "wow!" he breathed.

"Good enough?" I was anxious.

"You got to be kidding me. You look gorgeous!"

"Thanks Sean," a nervous laugh escaped my lips.

"I am never going to get used to your blond hair."

"Soon, you will be."

I needed to dye my hair; I needed to change for this job.

Taking a step towards me, he embraced me in a warm hug, "good luck, Kat. You're going to nail this."

"I needed that," I pressed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Don't be scared. You got this," he withdrew from the hug.

Though he hadn't the slightest clue about what I was going to do, why I needed this job, he was always there for me. I didn't let any of my friends get the ray of what I had in mind. All of them thought I was worked up for this job because I needed money, which also was partially true.

"Do you not have a hangover after thirteen shots last night?"

"My head is splitting. I need to hurry though." I started off, strapping my nude heals. They are way too essential for me than my food.

"Wait!" he impeded me, offering me a mug that smelt of ginger tea.

"Dunk this in."

I grinned and took it.

I let the hot liquid slip through my throat in a breath and stretched the mug out to him. "You're a saviour, Sean."

"Don't forget to grab something to eat on your way," I heard Sean when I already took the stairs.

I stopped the first cab that I saw and go to onto it. "Parker's please," I said

The need for this job was gnawing at my soul, relentless, unceasing; it could only be stopped by the cold steel of a rat trap, a trap I would devise myself. A dish best served cold, it was going to be spiteful, unforgiving, and brutal, especially to settle old scores.

It seemed to be satisfying, pointless, empty, mean-spirited, but all of it appealed to my twisted dark sense of humour.

Turning left at the corner of the aisle, I stopped just like the way I was directed by the receptionist. I saw four other women seated in the waiting area. Each one of them could give models a run for their money. The woman with her gorgeous red hair, neatly tied up in a bun was biting away at her manicured nails so furiously.

I took my place next to her while she passed an edgy smile at me. Another quick glance at my watch, a hand-me-down from my mother, it only seemed to confirm that time was slowing down, my stomach knotted up.

All of the other women came out hanging their heads low with disappointment.

"Kaitlyn Black," I heard my name.

I shot up from my place just as another woman walked out of the door with a frown.

I belayed her, "hey, if you don't mind me asking, how did it go?"

"He's an asshole."

"Perfect," I breathed.

Just stepping forward to the cabin made my breathing rapid and shallow. Between my heels and legs shaking, I was afraid, I'll trip.

I twisted the knob of the door. The door clicked open as the distance between me and my intentions grew lesser.

I was set to face the monster himself.

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