âBut the law does dictate that you canât be on the phone or wear heels while driving,â Axel stated.
Roza curled her toes under her heels, feeling that she was in the wrong.
âBut you crossed the line when you turned, so you are the one at fault!â
âWe can leave it to the traffic police to decide that, but I have no time to wait. You can go ahead and report the case if you're pressed for time.â
While talking, Axel pulled out his wallet and took out a business card to give to her. âThe card has my number and the address of my workplace. Let me know once you file a case with the police. We can discuss what to do next.â
âWhatâs with your attitude? Are you trying to leave after causing a crash? Iâm rushing somewhere too, you know.â
Displeased with the manâs aggressive and irresponsible behavior, Roza threw the business card back at him. âTake your business card and shove it where the sun doesnât shine. For all I know, you could be a scammer. I donât see through your fancy clothes.â
âA scammer? Ha!â
Axel smirked, regarding the woman with a strange hairdo. âA scammer, huh? If Iâm a scammer, I doubt there are any good people in the world. Iâm leaving.â
Rozaâs eyes turned bloodshot as she grabbed ahold of the manâs arm. âI donât care! You crashed into Pinkie, and I just bought her this month. You need to answer for it!â
âOh, so thatâs what youâre after. You couldâve said so earlier.â
Eager to get to the party, Axel was not in the mood to dwell on the matter. From his wallet, he pulled out a debit card and slipped it between his fingers, offering it to her. âTake it for your car repair. It doesnât have a passcode.â
Roza stared at the debit card as rage boiled over. She had never felt more insulted.
âPinkie is a one-of-a-kind Ferrari, and you totaled it. How do you expect me to get it repaired? What the hell are you thinking?â
âOh, you can use the money to get another one. The money in the card should be enough.â
Axel was a punctual man. Nothing and no one could delay his itinerary, especially when the event was a get-together with his friends. Hence, he narrowed his eyes dangerously and pried open Rozaâs fingers before withdrawing his arm from her grasp.
Axel was about to turn around when he felt suffocated.
Roza grabbed his dark blue tie, curled it around her fingers, and yanked it with gritted teeth.
The distance between them abruptly cut short, and their nose tips met.
Axelâs breathing turned ragged. Rozaâs breath brushed against his face and mingled with his.
This fine gentleman had been single for thirty years and had never been physically close to a woman who was not family before.
Her chest underneath the red dress pressed against his suit.
He locked his gaze with her, fearing he might lose control of himself for the first time if he were to look down another inch.
âWhat are you doing?â Axelâs voice was hoarse.
Roza smirked and pulled out the debit card out of nowhere. She held it between her fingers and smacked it on the manâs rosy cheek.
âI have money. In fact, I have enough to be your sugar mommy until your retirement, boy.â
Axelâs heart skipped a beat as his mind went blank.
âDonât act like youâre all that because you have money. I come from a wealthy family and a globally renowned business. I have more wealth than you can imagine. Yet, I donât boast about it!â
Axel was baffled.
Somehow, what she said sounded oddly familiar.
Roza threw the debit card at his leather shoes and strutted away to her car with her chin held high. She drove her wrecked and squeaky Ferrari off.
Axel watched in amazement as the pink Ferrari disappeared into the night. Suddenly, he curled his lips.
âPink? What horrible taste!â