Thread: When Passion Becomes Blind (Niah & Manofyourdream)

Derrick usually did not behave in such a manner. But tonight, he was on roll. The effect this woman have been having on him, it had all piled up and given the circumstances where it was only them two, it was starting to surface. The fact that they were closing, or closed now, and it was raining, he knew that no other customers would walk through that door at this hour of the night. He was a fool enough to do so when he should have continued to drive straight home, into other town where he lived. Instead, he had to make a quick stop. To find Myra working. In a way, he did think he was entitled. Why not! He was an owner of his garage and a good mechanic. She was merely a waitress at this caf. Though thats not how he sees everyone, when it came to her, he couldnt help but see it as such. Why though? Even he didnt have an answer for it. He was driven like a madman, driven by something dark inside him, driven to act like a Viking when it came to Myra. Truthfully, she did not deserve this. He knew it, yet he couldnt help but be an ass to her. Derrick got her when it hurt her, questioning her integrity and critiquing her skills, even though he had no say in it. Well, she must have been well enough of an employee to convince Tom to keep her around. But, he just had to. And if she came into his garage, questioning his authority, he would slam the door on her because he can. He knew the girl couldnt possibly do that even if she wanted to, he was much stronger and bigger than her. She was like a tiny doll, a pretty one at that - he thought in the back of his head, wondering if he just called her a pretty doll. No denying in that, so long he kept his thoughts to himself. The man was not a child. Matter of fact, he was probably a few years older than her, wiser even, but it didnt mean he needed to show it. He clearly knew what he was doing and it was hurting the poor girl. There was this awkward sense of satisfaction in doing this to her, watching her feel all riled up and wanting to do something to him. He chuckled to himself, wondering what she might do and if hed see it coming. Just a few moments longer and he would see her burst with anger. There would be quite a fireworks! For a while, he found himself speechless, trying to find a way back in to get back at her. Waitresses? he said to her, looking to his right, left and over his shoulder, I dont see anyone else here. Just you, and I dont think youre good at waitressing either. Had you been working for me, I would have fired you the very first day. Heck, I probably would have never hired younot even because of your pretty little face. He said in rush, losing track of the words he wanted to say, instead he slipped out a compliment, something that he was thinking in the back of his mind. When she began to work up another cup of coffee for him, he felt as if she was slipping out of his grip. She thought it was best to give him what he wanted so he would leave. The thing was that he didnt want a cup of coffee. He wasnt sure what he wanted. When he was outside and in his truck, he wasnt really craving a cup of coffee. But hed seen her cleaning the counter from outside and thats when he decided that he wanted a cup of coffee. It was circumstantial, the need for it became evident because of her presence. Subconscious mind of his felt that it was a good excuse so he can see her close-up, especially since no one else was here. Watching her make another cup of coffee for him, he noticed how slender her frame was, noticing from the sideways she stood from him, letting her taut tummy rest against the counter. He didnt quite move behind the counter but hovered over her as if he was making sure she was doing her job right. Thinking of a way to get back at her, he decided to run with it, not quite grasping the cup when she handed it over to him, he let it slip away. He didnt flinch back because he knew that was going to happen, feeling the coffee get splattered onto the floor and even on his shoes. Though, she did step back and gasped. And there it was, the rage shed managed to keep at bay. If he didnt know any better, she could even try to swing a fist at his face. The question was what she would do now? How she was going to react? A slight smirk was evident on his face, What MY problem? Whats YOUR problem? he managed to mock the accent a bit, What? Ive been nothing but a good customer here. Patiently waiting while you goof up anything that you do he managed to say in between what she was saying, overlapping even. Since the first time we met?...Sorry I failed to notice your mistakes back then. I am only talking about today! He scoffed at her a bit, leaning in and down a bit, Never needed to. Why would I care what your name is? he waved his hand across his front in dismissal. When she stepped around the spilled coffee and came at him, he really thought she was going to get physical with him. Some part of him even wanted her to do that, just so he can in return. He did wonder what it would be like to lay his hands on her. What? I never said that, he cocked his brows, mocking her when she said something about people beneath him. He even shrugged his shoulders at her as if it meant nothing to him, like a little child he was. And there it was, with her standing so near to him, his eyes followed whatever she was mentioning. My accent, she said and his gaze lowered to her lips, watching her pert red lips move in sync , occasionally displaying her pearly white teeth before his gaze zoomed out to capture her face. Then he managed to look her up and down, looking at her apron that she has to wear as a waitress. His face contorted a bit when she told him her real occupation. Her words were full of anger, yet they sounded like a melody to him for some reason. Instead of mocking her now, he was taken back not just by her newfound attitude, but how she shed that meek personality of hers, almost admiring the way she stood up to him. If Derrick hadnt noticed her beauty before, he sure did in that moment. Watching her stand dangerously close to him while she scolded him, he actually was enjoying it. A soft smile played on his face while his eyes twinkled from the way hers bored into his. He wanted her to continue to scold him, though some part of him wanted to shut her up. Philistine was the last word that came out of her mouth, though he was an American, he didnt know the meaning of the word. She was definitely more educated than him, that much was obvious, especially after her admission of higher education in nursing. He hold himself that hed wait until another word starting to slip out of her mouthand he couldnt recall if she was about to say more to him or she was just taking a deep breath to catch her breath through those pursed lips, he leaned down. His right hand came to her waist before it moved around to the small of her back, pulling her towards him without thinking of consequences. What he was about to do may be seen as an act of him forcing himself on her, but he couldnt help. He wanted to taste those lips of her. And finally, his lips moved quickly between her parted one, tasting her for the very first time. His lips tugged hard at her lower lip into his mouth as he held her in that kiss. His eyes were wide open as he watched her, mainly to look at her beautiful eyes but also to see if she would swing her hand at him. Heck, a slap would be worth it and he wouldnt get offended. It was after a good few seconds, he slowly peeled his lips away, You talk too much. It felt as if the time has come to a stop for him in that moment, everything was phased out as he only could notice her pretty face, eagerly watching for a reaction from her. He was expecting more rage. Ssorry, he said with a soft tone of voice, not really sure what he was sorry about. For bothering her? Kissing her? Well, he wasnt sorry that he kissed her. It was so tempting in that moment. His heart raced, finding him quite intrigued by her, even more than before, especially after she told him what she did when not waitressing here.