Page 37 of Reverence

I whipped my head in her direction. “Amala.” I gritted. “Slam my door again and I swear to God ..”

“You swear to who?” She asked sarcastically.

“The devil doesn’t usually communicate with God, but I suppose life is full of surprises.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, slowly exhaling. “I’ve had enough of you,” I said lowly. “You’re getting on my last nerve.”

I closed my door, then put the key into the ignition.

“Do you think I care?” She scoffed. “Whenever you’re ready princess.”

This woman would eventually be the death of me. Never in my lifetime, has anyone managed to sink their claws into my skin so deeply but she pulled it off effortlessly.

The only thing I felt whenever she happened to be in my presence was stress.

If we worked anywhere else, I would’ve most likely been addicted to some kind of substance.

Alcohol, cocaine, anything to take the damn edge off.

She forwardly entered her address into the GPS, an indication that she clearly didn’t plan on interacting in conversation of any sort.

Not that I wanted to have a fucking conversation with her.

The drive remained silent, the street lights shining above us and flickering in the distance.

With one hand on the steering wheel, I leaned back as the car came to a slow halt at a red light.

I loosened my tie with my free hand, trying to ignore the simmering hatred for the woman beside me.

The sooner she exited my vehicle, the better.

The second the light turned green I sped off.

Amala gripped the seat with her left hand, turning her head slightly.

I could only imagine the look on her face. “Slow down.” She demanded, that stern tone leaving no room for argument.

However, I wasn’t obligated to adhere to her demands. I stepped on the accelerator, going slightly faster.

“Valiente.” She warned.

The breeze slipped through the window that had been rolled down a crack.

I ignored her, eyes flicking to the infotainment screen. Three minutes remained before we arrived at the destination.

One second I focused on the road and the next I pulled the brake when I felt Amala’s nails digging into my thigh.

The car jerked forward due to the abrupt stop, my head whipping in her direction as I glared at her.

She removed her hand, meeting my deadly stare with her own.

The loud car horn behind us brought me back to reality and I pursed my lips, driving off again.

When we reached her apartment, I didn’t bother acknowledging her and unlocked the door, patiently waiting for her departure.

Then I felt her tugging on my tie, forcefully pulling me towards her.

From an outsider’s perspective, it would’ve seemed like we were in the midst of sharing a kiss.