Moona's POV:
I scoffed with contempt.
"So? Feeling pain now? I thought your head was as thick as your face hardened into diamond! Let me tell you… if you harass me again, don't be surprised if nobody can even find your body!"
The whole station went silent. Amur broke out in a cold sweat.
Nicolas didn't get angry; instead he smiled in a way that made heads spin, his gaze locked on me as if he wanted to swallow my soul.
"Where's the chief?" he called.
The chief immediately hurried over, bowing slightly.
Nicolas curled a lip and glanced at me with obvious interest.
"The action just now… can I sue her for that?"
The chief swallowed. "Yes, sir."
"Are you some peacock? You got money so you think you can do whatever you want? Sue me? I want to sue you even more! You stole my car and turned it into… whatever that monstrosity is!"
Nicolas laughed loudly.
"You have no eye for aesthetics. Your car has been improved countless times after passing through my hands."
I nearly took off my heel to whack him. No eye for aesthetics? Me, a top fashion designer?!
"Sis…" Amur grabbed me, trembling like he was about to cry. "Come on… the car's been found, don't make a fuss…"
I looked at the trembling officers behind him and finally swallowed my anger, glaring at Nicolas.
"You're lucky today! Don't let me run into you again, or you won't even recognize yourself!"
I grabbed my bag and spun to leave.
"Moona, don't you want to settle things first before you go?"
I froze. I turned, frowning.
"Settle things? Me and you… acquainted?"
I left the station, ignoring the troubled look he gave me from behind.
I sat in the Ferrari transformed into a bizarre color slamming the steering wheel in fury. That rotten man! Today was a string of bad luck.
I was about to start the engine when the passenger door suddenly opened a long leg in slacks stepped in. Nicolas… calmly sat down beside me.
I stared like I'd seen a demon.
"Who gave you the right to get in my car?! Get out!"
What on earth did this shameless man want?
He curled his lip, slid close, his breath dangerous.
"I want… to get to know you properly."
I immediately opened the passenger door.
"Get out!"
"Are you really that heartless?" he said, gazing at the wide open door, languid.
I grabbed his collar.
"I'm warning you. We're not close, we're not acquainted, don't pretend to be intimate. I... do... not... know... you."
"OK." He raised his hands in surrender, but the corner of his mouth curved with a dark smile.
"Good. Since you know that, get out. I'm in a hurry."
But no. He laughed like a madman, hauled me in close, his hot breath against my face:
"Then let's get acquainted again. My name is Nicolas. May I ask, miss, what is your name?"
I ground my teeth, clenching my fists and punched him straight in the stomach.
"Ugh…" He doubled over, then glared at me with mock hurt in his voice:
"Moona… are you trying to murder your husband?"
My foot.
I took a deep breath to hold back the urge to hit him and forced a bright smile.
"I know you think you're irresistible. You expect women to kneel before you. Too bad… that's absolutely not me. OK?"
Nicolas simply nodded as if he understood everything.
Seeing him nod, I relaxed a bit and continued:
"So the thing you need to do now is get out of the car, because I don't have time to go crazy with you here!"
I was almost sweetly persuasive almost had him fooled.
"All right." Nicolas stretched, looking mildly convinced. I watched him step out.
"Take care!" I'd never felt so satisfied about resolving something so easily.
But the next second...
Click.
The door right beside me was opened by a large hand.
"Ah!" I yelped, my eyes widening at Nicolas's malicious grin.
I felt my scalp prickle as I realized he was staring down at me without blinking. My flustered posture was completely captured by his gaze. He curled the corner of his thin lips into a faint smile; a characteristic predatory charm flashed across his handsome face.
"Seeing you again… or rather… not allowed to look."
(What? How am I supposed to look away?)
Being stared at like that made me uncomfortable all over. I tried to close the car door, but Nicolas's hand held it tight so I couldn't.
"What do you actually want?" I snapped, genuinely furious. My crystal-bright eyes flickered with indignation as I glared at him.
Nicolas's deep pupils didn't leave me for a second, like a blade drawn from its sheath, radiating a cold pressure. He leaned down, his tall body completely enveloping me.
"You're still the same as before… even your angry face stirs desire in me."
His long fingers brushed across my face. I turned my head away, warily looking at Nicolas.
"Nicolas, I told you your way of introducing yourself doesn't suit me! Let go!"
He smiled, shook his head in mock regret, then sighed.
"There's no other way… so I'll have to use the last move to make you remember me."
No sooner had he spoken his hand slid down to my waist and then wound around me, gripping tight.
"What are you doing? Put me down...!" I panicked, struggling. With his huge, powerful body, waves of dizziness kept hitting me.
He paid no mind to my punches to his chest; he bent, scooped me up, and carried me to the car in front. He opened the door and shoved me inside, then climbed in after me.
In an instant, the air around me was thick with his dangerous, possessive breath. Instinctively I tried to open the door and flee. But then... Snap.
I heard the sound of the car locking.
"You… what do you want? Put me down!" I pressed my body against the door, my face a mixture of anger and fear.
"It's been years, and I've always been nostalgic for your scent." Nicolas's voice rasped as he looped his arm tighter around my waist. His dangerous breath pressed against my ear.
I couldn't help but arch my back; a shiver ran from my spine to the top of my head that made me cold all over.
"Moona…" He sighed, speaking my name as if to himself. I was the only one who had ever entered his heart and his careless world. And now… I was pretending we'd never met? Impossible. I read that truth in his eyes.
"Let me go…" I fought in vain, trying to pull away.
"It hurts…"
Hurt?! Nicolas looked down and finally noticed his large hand was gripping my wrist so hard the veins showed and my knuckles had gone white. His fingerprints had left deep marks on my skin.
He immediately loosened his hold, an expression of hurt and regret flashing across his face, why did he always hurt the one person he least wanted to hurt?
I snatched my hand back and recoiled, trying to increase the distance. Like a small trapped animal facing a predator ready to pounce.
"Put me down! Put me down!" I banged on the door until my voice faded… Why… why can't this man let me go even now?
Nicolas stared at me, his expression turning mad and predatory, like a demon:
"Useless, Moona. This car uses fingerprint locks."