The Dark Throne

Chapter 2

My brows furrow and I plaster a frown, "Is that meant to be an insult?" I barely recognize my voice, since when I'm a freaking squeaking mouse?!

"Take it how you like." His deep voice warms up my cheeks. Ignoring my flashing cherries, I focus my attention on the real problem here.

"How much do I have to pay for the damage?" I mutter out bluntly. I was trying to play it cool, alright?!

"$50,000." The angel himself says with an unreadable look. He stuffs his medium sized hands into the pockets of his black coat which brought out his dark brown eyes and dark disheveled hair.

"R-really?" Stuttering I hold on to the side of my car. I never even thought of such amount of money let alone had it in my hands.

"Yes." The driver responds after stepping back and looking at the front of the Mercedes.

No offence but I'm really starting to hate Mercedes now!

"But-but it's just a scratch. But-but $50,000?!" I palm my cheeks feeling like I'm going to pass out. Where am.I freaking going get him, $50,000. I'm sure I looked like a homeless person 24/7, so what is he actually talking about!?

"I'm not cheap." The guy states looking at me. I want to yell at him for jumping to wrong conclusions but my mother taught me manners which I was going to incorporate into my lifestyle.

Did he really think I was trying to offend him?

"I never said you were." I study the guy for any emotion but his black eyes just watch me back.

"I know." He smiles and I see pop of flash white grin that sends goosebumps down my spine. My palms begin to sweat and I'm super alert of the fact that this person right there is giving me a heart attack of a good kind!

I dare to smile back but when I do his face drops. His features darken with anger and my wide cheerful smile fades away like it was never there in the first place.

He looks at me and my car before that deep marvellous voice speaks again. Why doesn't every guy talk like that!?

"How are you going to pay for the car repair?" He stares at me waiting. Patience, I wanted to tease him, but I didn't because I barely knew the guy.

I step from one foot to another, uncomfortable feeling setting in the pit of my stomach.

Money. Money. Money. Where I'm getting so much money??

"Uh...are you sure it's going to cost that much. I mean with that money you can probably buy 5 different cars that are not any worse." I mumble different ideas,my head bowing down.

The man looks at the driver and they both laugh. My face gets hot from the humiliation and confusion.

At least I was offering something, men were always on my 'don't get attached' list.

"I don't drive crap." The man speaks glancing at my old bug in disgust.

No one calls my bug crap!

"You're really trying to offend me?!" I give him the evil eye. I may not own as much as him but that doesn't mean he could be acting rude!

"What's there to offend?" He asks his face not showing any sort of emotion. He was going got get it!

"Quit insulting me and my property!" I stomp up to him and the driver gets in front of the asshole.

The young man stops him with a wave of his palm and the balm man freezes on the spot.

"Henry. I don't need protection from a woman." He speaks to the driver who I now know as Henry.

That's it he is getting it!

"Okay, sir." Says Henry and retrieves with a worried look on his mature face. The man was probably in his early 50s.

I glare at the evil dude before with all my strength slapping him across the cheek.

I retract back to watch a red imprint of my palm clearly evident even in the dark.

"Sexist Bastard!" I yell in his face. My voice is hoarse, maybe because i haven't slapped a person in a while?