Heart Attack

"So, what's your name?" Amira started, wanting to know more about this handsome guy.

"...."

When she was met by silence, her face cracked up a little. Desperately calming herself down, she flashed him a very strained smile.

"I'm Aimey by the way, now that you know my name - isn't reasonable if I also get your name?" She said in a very firm tone.

He turned to look at her, annoyance gracing his features - he heaved a sigh, wanting to ignore the woman beside him but it seems it would be impossible to keep her quiet the whole ride.

  If she can't keep quiet then he would just have to be sarcastic, he doesn't like to give informations about his self anyways.

"Raz." He gave a very short and straightforward answer, indicating that he doesn't want the awkward conversation to continue.

  Amira, fully knowing what that short response meant — sweatdropped. But she can't give up this chance. He is a rare breed!

"Okay, Raz then! Since I owed you, could you give me your number — "

"You don't have to pay me."

Amira's smile became even more strained and forced, and a nerve on her neck started appearing. Feeling herself losing some patience, she inhaled a lot of air and put a smile on her face again.

Man, this guy is a one tough stone to cut through. It's like he isn't even a man to get affected by Amira's beauty.

"You never know when you will need my help though. If you don't want to give me your number, then I'll give you mine just in case you might need it." Bringing out her notebook, she wrote her number on that paper before she teared it off.

She handed the paper to him, but he ignored it and just kept driving.

"Hey. You have to accept my number." Amira herself to calm down so many times in her head. This guy really knows how to wound her pride and confidence.

  "I said i don't need it."

Amira sighed, "I'm a fashion designer mister. You don't have to be very wary of me."

"...what does that have to do with me? I still don't need your number."

Having no enough patience to keep being gentle to him, Amira snatched his other hand — he flinched so bad when he felt a woman's hand suddenly touch him.

"What are you doing?! Get off!" He snarled, snatching his hands away with force.

"I just want you to take it!" Amira retorted, but was soon shut off when the car swirvel to the side.

His foot suddenly exerted a lot of force to push the breaks, almost losing control and crash his car on a building. Thankfully, he managed to swerve it to the side; avoiding an accident.

Amira, too stunned to speak started shaking and loosened her hold from the piece of paper.

  She can't believe they almost got into an accident because of her.

  "Get out of my car."

It would've been a disaster, people's lives would've been gone today if it weren't for his control there - just thinking of those possible outcomes at that short moment - he restrained his anger not to burst at the moment.

  She's the one at fault. Even if he hates women, he still respects them.

  Amira shakily brought up her hands to touch Raztov's hands, but he slapped her hands away. When her eyes met his, she finally saw the anger in his eyes; begging to come out off its chains so it could ran wild.

She knows that she fucked up, so she ended up wailing. "I'm really sorry! Uwaaah!" Her cries were so loud that it irritated him further.

   "I'm sorry! I didn't want that to happen! Uwaaah!" Amira mercilessly wailed infront of Raztov — wiping his face aggressively from restraining his self, he opened the door to his car and walked out, leaving Amira.

  Amira did not waste a second to follow after him, still crying out loud. She stuttered while walking, "W-Wait, i-i still need to get to the company!" Although she's crying, she still managed to say something to him.

"For fuck's sake! Stop crying, woman!" At the sound of his sudden rise of voice, she abruptly stopped and lost all strength on her knees.

Wide eyed, she slumped on the ground, shocked that someone other than her sister actually told her to shut up; with that reality sinking into her system, she started wailing again.

"How could you be so mean?! Can't you see I'm apologising!? No one had ever treated me so bad like you did! I hate you!" Her words started getting slurred from her endless sobbing.

"Stop crying like a baby, can't you act more like a lady?" He sighed, calming his rising anger down. God, he can't stand these kind of women.

"B-But I am a lady though?" She looked up with a face full of tears flowing like a water faucet.

Raztov has had enough. He is already late for the meeting, got stopped by a madwoman asking for a ride to a company ten kilometers away from his destination, and almost got into an accident.

What bad luck got stucked into him like a leech? 

  He fished out his phone and dialed the number of his company, "The meeting will be delayed for an hour." After that, he abruptly ended the call - not waiting for his secretary's response.

  Looking down on the troublesome woman on the ground, still weeping, the frown on his face got deeper and sighed once again. He had absolutely no choice, since he knows just from her character that she's too stubborn and hard-headed to allow him to leave.

He wordlessly lifted Amira up from the ground and carried her bridal-style to the car; while Amira stared at him, stunned that he actually carried her.

  "D-Do you forgive me now?" She softly asked, although relieved - she's not so sure about his sudden change. Ofcourse, she really did sincerely apologise for her mistake, she does have a heart after all.

Raztov replied with, "Just be quiet." And with that, the whole ride were coated with nothing but silence.

.....

Arriving to the Crown Inc., Amira sincerely smiled this time, "Thank you again, Raz." She didn't wait for his reply anymore since she knows he'll ignore her anyways and sprint towards the building.

When she showed up inside the reception area, the guy who contacted her immediately sprang up from his seat with a look of relief on his face.

"Aimey! I'm so glad you made it just in time!" Aimey smiled in gratitude.

"No, thank you for inviting me as a substitute designer, Aldain."

He guide her to the waiting room where the model that she is assigned  to is resting for the meantime.

Aldain knocked on the door, "Khai, I'm coming in." Going inside the room, Khairro's eyes which watched the figure of his manager enter the room, landed on a beautiful figure of a lady.

"Nice to meet you, I'm a fashion designer and I'll be your temporary stylist." Amira sweetly smiled, although it has been a stressful day - she still needs to show her professionalism.

Khairro's mouth hang open for a minute as he dazed at the beauty of Amira, he quickly snapped out of it when he heard her voice. Clearing his throat, he replied with an equally sweet smile. "Glad to meet you, my name's Khairro Rivera."

  Aldain introduced Amira this time, "She's Aimey Willows."

Khairro openly expresses his admiration towards Amira. "Woah, I have never seen anyone as pretty as her." He muttered, gaping at Amira.

  Although his voice were low meant only for him to hear, Amira heard it loud and clear.

'Oh. This guy seems to be an easy catch.' Amira cheshirely grinned.

Her eyes wandered from his body, head to toe. Dirty blonde messy hair that falls on his forehead is a rather cute image, he gives off the impression of a sweet and playful type of guy. His eyes were a very beautiful shade of emerald, it seems to shine under the light and it darkens on a shade; just like jade.

'His smile added to his image, it makes him look really charming.'

Next was to his built. Standing tall on a hundred and seventy four centimeters; just right for a guy his age, it wouldn't hurt to look up and will comfortable to look at him too. Since he is a model, he has a slim but muscular built, but is still big for Amira since she is small.

'Overall, he exudes three words; Naughty, Playful, Sweet.'

  He's not a bad catch.

However, her attention was still on Raz, that guy who is not only attracted to her beauty, but he is also a rare breed of beauty - she had never seen anyone as handsome as him in her entire life. She must catch him. She had no time to catch other men than him.

Although Khai is handsome, Raz were in another whole level of attractiveness. He's exuding an absolute power of dominance.

  'Raz is my main priority.'