Chapter 3 - First Meeting (1/2)

The drive home in his brand-new convertible was a long one for Atlas. Frustrated by the fact, that he had killed a valuable holder of informant due to his anger, his hands tightened at the wheel as he slowly accelerated. Surprisingly, the streets weren't so busy; Palermo has the most bizarre traffic jams the world has ever seen, so seeing the streets less occupied was a relief.

His phone chirped. He always kept his eyes on the road but seeing as tonight didn't seem so busy, he reached for the phone and checked his messages.

”You on your way home? ;)” it read.

So, she was still at his place.

”On my way” he replied.

He knew she didn't care about him and was just with him because of the money but he didn't care. He was too busy to do relationships anyway so he had just called her over for sex, but over the week she seemed to have made herself comfortable at his place. Not that he cared though.

A flash of red caught his eyes and he slammed on the brakes, making the car screech to a halt.

The young lady who wasn't looking while watching keeled over and covered her head, frozen and half expecting to be run over.

When she realized that she was still alive and not on the way to the hospital, she looked up and his eyes locked with hers.

They both froze. It seemed like time had stopped for both of them. He noticed the shopping bag she was with had its contents on the floor. Normally he'd ignore, reverse and head home but for some reason, he didn't want to leave her alone.

Getting down from the car, he walked over to her and started helping her pick up the books.

”I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she apologized while bowing repeatedly.

”It's fine,” he replied and squatted to help her pick up the books.

To his surprise, she yelled and grabbed one the book from his hand and quickly picked up the books and stuffed them into her bag.

”Uhmm okay?” he shrugged.

”Did you see them?” she asked but too faintly to be heard.

Strange, her voice made him feel funny inside.

”It's erotica, right? One of…” she covered his mouth with her hands and shook her head negatively.

He raised a brow. Her hands which were pressed against his lips were so soft that he didn't even push her away just the way he would have done to any other girl.

He licked her hand and she jumped back.

”Why did you do that?!” she yelled.

He tasted his lips and observed her. She was plain looking; her dark hair was tied in a single pony tail; she wore glasses that were a perfect fit for her small face.

Her skin was pale but blended with the pinkness of her lips. Honestly speaking, she looked too plain for his liking. Then why? Why couldn't he stop staring?