The Art of Hating You

ady running late, thanks to a sleep-filled morning that had left her groggy and disoriented. Madi

from the road splashing over her. The water had accumulated on the road f

er seep into her clothes. She let out a string of abu

rio

ger boiled over. "Are you fucking blind, you rich bastard?" she shouted, her

ed to a halt just a few feet away. Sara was still f

He was wearing black goggles, which added to his already intimidating presen

revealing a pair of piercing bright blue ey

l me?" he growled, his

the surface. "I called you a rich bastard," she spat, her vo

anger. "You have no idea who I am, do you?"

on't care. You're just some entitled rich guy who thinks he c

ith anger. "You're going to regret saying th

e man's angry face. "I'm shaking in my boots

u should be," he growled. "You have no idea who you're dealing with

own. "Well, excuse me for not recognizing your roya

lashing with anger. "You're pushing your luck,"

ace inches from hers. His eyes blazed with ange

efiance as she interrupted

osing balance. She was about to fall forward, but the man's quick re

aces still close together. Sara's eyes locked onto the man's,

, sending a wave of water splashing over them. The water drenched the

f anger and embarrassment. Sara's laughter only seemed to fuel

yes gleaming with a hint of amusement. "Don't be so happy;

felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized the intimacy of their position. S

uttered, her voi

e wet pavement. Without another glance at the man, sh

ce-anger, frustration, and a hint of admiration for the feisty woman who had just walked out of his lif

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sheveled appearance. "Sara, you're late," she said, tryi

d washed her face. After a few minutes, Sara emerged looking more com

Okay, now you look presentabl

a's nerves began to flutter. What would he

y at Sara and invited her to sit. He scanne

impressive roles in the past. So, I have to ask, why are you looking to wor

ch to reveal. "It's just persona

, and a man walked in. Christopher look

ou're late

n't ask," he said. "I met a st

his, and she felt a jolt of recognition. Austin's eyes wide

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