As the man walks closer to us our suspicions get confirmed.

"Hey Lisha, how are you doing?" He says handing me the bouquet of roses.

At this point I am staring at him with my. Mouth wide open.

And when I finally get the voice to speak

"You are..."

"Yes, I am Mikhail Ivanov..."

"The guy you slept with last night"

Claire steals a glance at me as I look at him dumbfounded with eyes wide open.

And before I can say another word, he takes my hand and bows down to kiss it gently...

"Nice to meet you"

My senses return back and I immediately remove my hand from his...

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Where is my purse!? Give it back to me" I scream at him.

He returns my agressive gaze with an unfazed one.

"I think I forgot to bring it with me" he replies.

"What!??" I gasp.

"Do you want to come inside and go get it?" He smirks pointing behind at his car.

My face trembled in amazement and anger at this man's audacity...

And then grabbing the bouquet of roses he gave me, tightly in my hand, I slap him with it across the face.

Claire covers her mouth shut with both hands...

Red petals fall over us...

"Asshole!" I curse at him.

His face gets blown away from the impact.

But his sea green eyes managed to look back at me, my face burning with anger.

And to my surprise...

And he smiled at me.

"You look prettier when you are angry"

I couldn't find any words.

It was at that moment that I realised...

This guy is impossible.

And I hated his guts.

"Let's go Claire" I said.

"Go??? Where?" Claire who was still shocked manages to ask those two words.

"To the police" I replied in a dead serious voice.

Claire looks at him still standing there unbothered and then looks at me burning with anger.

She realises that it would be best to take me away.

"Okay, let's go" She says holding my hand.

We turned around and walked away without even looking back at him.

When...

"Are you sure you don't want this?" He asks.

We turn around to find him holding my purse up in his hand.

"This motherfu...he had it all along??"

I rush towards him to get my purse.

"Give that back" I say trying to snatch it away from him.

He holds it higher up so that I can't reach it.

And I really can't do that even on heels.

He's really tall.

"Fuck? Will you give it back?" I curse at him.

"Yeah, I will! But only if you..." he smirks.

"What?"

"Kiss me"

"What the fuck?" Is all that I could say.

As I was still processing it all...

"Just kidding" he laughs.

Throwing the bag towards me, he laughs as I struggle to catch it.

"You are really cute Lisha"

"Ugh!?" Then turning towards Claire "Lets go!!"

"Yeah..." Claire follows me as I walk towards my apartment.

He stares at me until I get inside.

While climbing the stairs I peek outside the 2nd floor window to see if he's still there or not.

And I find him staring at me.

I instantly duck down to hide, Claire follows behind me.

A slight smirk takes his lips before he gets inside his Lambo and drives off.

"Is that mf gone?" I ask Claire to check.

Claire sneakily looks out the window and confirms, "Yup he's gone"

"Thank God!" I sigh and get up.

We climb up to the third floor and get to my room.

"Fucking shit..." I say while searching for my keys in my purse.

And my hand hits a piece of Paper.

"What's this?" I look inside and pick out a handwritten note.

"This is...?" Claire gasps.

"Last night was fun, Lisha. Meet me at the same hotel room next Friday at 9 pm" I read out the note.

"What..." Claire looks at me.

I crumble the note with my hands and throw it in the trashcan.

"This little shit...who does he think he is???"

"That person...I..." Claire says in a low voice.

"What is it Claire???"

"Lisha...I don't mean to scare you but...I don't think he's a normal person..."

"What!?"

"He's dangerous"

"No way. Why the fuck are you scaring me?" I ask

"I don't know...His name...Mikhail Ivanov...I feel like I have heard of it somewhere" she says.

"Where? What do you mean???"

"I don't remember but I did hear it somewhere"

"Hey what? Is he some famous person? He had a Lambo but whatever, come inside" I say unlocking the door.

"Okay..." Claire follows me in.

"Geez that was really one hell of a dude." I sigh as we both sit down on the sofa.

"It was...But thank God it's all over now"

And just then...

My phone rings...

It's my dad.

"Fuck."

"Pick it up or he is calling me next" she says.

"Fine. But please speak with him first" I beg.

"What should I tell him if he asks where you were last night?"

"Say that I had an accident! I was at the hospital!!"

"What the fuck Lisha?"

"Just do it! Please please fucking please!!!"

"God..." Claire picks the phone up.

"Hello..."

"Hello uncle this is Claire I'm with Lisha...We just came back from the hospital"

She continues as I nod my head aggressively.

"Yeah she is okay...she just got hurt in the leg slightly"

"No no it's nothing serious. The doctor said it will be healed in a week's rest!"

"Yeah she's right here...resting beside me!" Claire says looking at me.

"Ah yes! Sure! Lisha...uncle wants to talk to you!" She says handing the phone to me.

I gulp down a lump in my throat and take the phone.

"Hello...Dad"

"Lisha are you okay? Did you hurt your face?" Is the first thing he asks.

"What? No...I just hurt my leg a little as Claire said..."

"Good! God you need to be careful! I just talked about your engagement last night and then you hurt yourself? Don't you understand how big of a deal it would be if you scar your face and the guy's family finds out! What if they cancel the wedding? Here talk to your mother!" He says.

"Hello Lisha? What is your father talking about? You didn't hurt your face right? We talked about it last night right? He said he likes you because you are pretty! This man is from a very rich family and we won't get another offer like this! You know how much your father is struggling after his last loss in his business right?We need his help if we want to pay off your father's debts!!"

This can't be real right?

My face is the first thing you worry about?

Not how I am...?

"Lisha???"

"Okay" is all I say before hanging the call

"What happened?"

"Nothing. They were worried about my face as it would be of less value if there was a scar on it. Afterall they need to sell me at the highest price possible" I say.

"Lisha..." Claire calls out my name in pity.

"It's okay and also you lie well"

"I don't like lying to elders..."

"Some parents deserve to get lied...They think I'm a commodity to sell"

"You know what? They deserve to see their daughter dead but even then..."

"I am sure the only thing they would regret of is..."

Claire lowers her gaze.

"Not selling my dead body at a higher price"