Chapter 03
469 Words
“My car won’t start,” he says, pointing to his vehicle.
“Get a taxi!”
“I lost my wallet.”
Part of me wants to give him a ride, and the other part doesn’t. Can I leave him there? Will my conscience weigh on me?
“Miss Navarro!” He snaps his fingers in front of me, and only then do I come out of my trance.
“With one condition.”
“What?”
“We won’t talk.”
“Wow! Fine.”
“Get in.”
He walks around and gets into the car.
I leave the parking lot.
“Beautiful car!”
I grimace at him.
“Okay! I get it.” He raises his hands in surrender.
“Put your address in the GPS.”
“I could guide you,” he offers, but I shoot him a deadly look. “I moved recently, so I don’t know the street names here.” Silence takes over for a few seconds. “Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Stressed. Short-tempered,” he says, looking at the road.
“If you keep talking, I’ll drop you off anywhere here,” I say, taking a deep breath.
“I’d be happy if you’d answer my question!”
“I’m not obliged to answer you! Unless it’s in one of your classes. And as far as I can see, we’re not in a classroom.”
“I’m sure if we were in a classroom, you would’ve been disciplined already.” I feel my face heat up at his words. “No need to turn all red!” he smiles. What a cheeky guy.
“Is it much further?”
“Just a couple more blocks.”
Many thoughts are racing through my mind. He doesn’t respect himself as a married man. Okay! I’ll play your game. I’ll use this against him. I just want to see if he won’t sign that divorce.
“The next condo,” he points ahead. “Here!”
“Aren’t you getting out?” I stop the car, but he remains seated.
“You can come in if you want.”
“No, thank you.”
“I’m sure you won’t regret it.” I see malice in his look.
“I’m married!” His expression turns serious again.
“Aren’t you a bit young for that?” he asks, getting out of the car and leaning on the window.
“Life made me.”
“And how does your husband let you go out like this, alone?”
“That’s none of your business!” He looks thoughtful.
“Until tomorrow.”
As usual, I don’t respond. I just drive off quickly. I glance in the rearview mirror, and he’s still standing there, watching me.
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