Thread: When Passion Becomes Blind (Niah & Manofyourdream)

Myra was less than impressed when Derrick sauntered over from the customer side of the bar and onto hers. Just another way that the arrogant male was displaying how entitled he was. He thought that he had the right to judge her? Her work ethic, her skills? Whether or not she could be trusted with a business that, quite frankly, had absolutely nothing to do with him?! It wasn't his concern and he had no right to question or critique her, not in her place of work. How would he like it if she came into his garage? Questioning his credentials, doubting his staff? It was just disrespectful and bad manners, where did this guy get off?! What made it worse was that Derrick clearly knew what he was doing. Myra wasn't stupid, he was playing a game. Trying to assert some kind of dominance or authority over her. Attempting to make her feel small and angry, whilst the latter might be true, as the dark haired beauty was swiftly become riled up, the first was never going to happen! The young woman had confidence in herself. She felt no shame about her life or her choices, this man wasn't about to come in and change any of that. For a moment it seemed that her quick witted lashing had left him somewhat dumbfounded. As he simply stood there looking at her, and there were a few seconds when the woman was actually able to enjoy the silence. That was until the male spoke up again, trying once more to chip away at her. It was somewhat of a poor attempt though, causing the woman to roll her eyes. She's the one whose bitter? Coming from the man who has nothing better to do than bother waitresses at eleven at night? In a way it was almost pathetic. Did he have no one at home waiting for him? No family, pets, lovers... anybody else that he could be bothering instead of her? Was his life so empty that this was how he achieved his late night thrills, verbally tormenting women that he barely knew? Regardless of her opinion and even knowing that there was damn well nothing wrong with the coffee, Myra reached over anyway. It would take her five minutes to make him a fresh one, whereas this argument could continue into the wee hours and he just wasn't worth her time. She outstretched her soft hand, however before she even had chance to get a grip upon the cup, Derrick dropped it onto the floor. Myra took a step back in shock, letting out an astonished gasp. At first she just looked at the awful mess of the dark liquid seeping across the floor. However her eyes soon glided upwards, full of fury as her nostrils flared and her jaw clenched. He had done that on purpose! His behavior was appalling! The teenage boys at her school had better manners than him! The male had her blood boiling and her pulse racing. Her fists beginning to clench as she looked upon his handsome yet aggravating face. She had never met a man who rattled her as much as Derrick did. He was rude, obnoxious, stubborn and she hated herself for finding him attractive. Even now as she wanted so much to smack him around the face, she still had those urges and his eyes still peirced through her unlike any other man that she had met. Pushing that to one side though, the female couldn't help but finally say what she had been wanting to for a while now. What the hell is your problem?! Her Indian accent sounding even thicker due to her fury. You have been nothing but horrid and difficult from the first time that we met! Why? What is it about me that you can't stand so much? You barely know me! Have you even bothered to learn my name?! Myra took a step around the spilled coffee, advancing towards him. Hm? What is it? Is it my accent? My face? The fact that I'm a waitress? You think anyone working in the service industry is below you or something? I'm actually a nurse as well, did you know that? Of course not! Because the only thing you care about is the sound of your own voice! What did I do that was so terrible to you? Breathe too loudly, look at you funny? Or is simply my very existence impeding so much on your life, that you have no other choice but to come in here day after day and act like an entitled, rude ignoramus with all the manners of a philistine! By this point the woman was dangerously close to Derrick. Her dark eyes boring into him in a powerful stare that demanded answers.