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pov : oliver

"You screwed up." I said, bringing the phone back to ear slowly after his explosion.

"Yeah, man." Ashton breathed out a sigh and I pursed my lips, feeling sorry for him.

"What did you do?" I asked, breathing out of my nose as I looked at the sky through the car window. It was getting cloudy and windy.

"She was painting. It was beautiful." He paused.

"And?" I dragged.

"I just wanted to take a closer look. And then suddenly I was spinning and there was blue paint all over the painting, red paint on my shirt and purple paint was dripping from her head. Dude, you should have seen her face. She was condemning me to the moon and back. It was hard not to laugh when there was a bucket on her head you know. I couldn't hear it. It was awful." He groaned and I laughed at him. "Laugh all you want man. I'm sure you will meet a girl one day who will drive you crazy."

"Yeah, right," I replied, still laughing. "It's always going to be the other way around and you know it."

"You will see." Ashton answered back confidently. "This is my curse on you."

"Whatever Ashton." I rolled my eyes. "It's not going to happen. Girls go crazy over me."

"Sir, we are here." The driver, Kyle notified and I nodded.

"Get the file for me."

He immediately got down and I sighed, leaning back against the leather seat.

Ashton continued, "It's a curse. Don't be too cocky billionaire boy. It's going to happen. She's going to drive you so crazy, you are going to lose your mi-"

Whatever he was saying was immediately cut off when my eyes fixed on a woman, walking down the road. It wasn't just a normal typical woman. She was wearing a wedding gown. A long white gown, dragged behind her as she walked. It fit her perfectly, showing all her curves. Her blonde hair was loose around her face. Her high-heels were dangling from her fingers. Her other hand was holding a Chocolate Cupcake. She was nibbling on it, walking barefoot down the pavement, ignoring the weird stares of the people around her.

She bounced with energy as she walked. A smile on her face as she looked at the cloudy, windy weather. Her blonde hair was flying everywhere, making her look like a goddess. The energetic spirit surrounding her awed me. For a moment, I felt something pierce my heart, a warm feeling spreading all over my body. My hands reached the car door automatically, rolling down the window to get a clearer look. Sure enough, the whole street was looking at her, but she looked like she had zero fucks to give.

Especially with a Cupcake in her hand.

I touched my chest, rubbing the burning skin right where my heart is. Why is it burning like I have been struck with an arrow right at my heart? What does that mean? Did Cupid strike my heart with an arrow or something? Where is that cunning bad boy?

What is wrong with me and why am I thinking this way? What are these outrageous thoughts? Why do I have so many questions? What? Stop.

Brushing away all the foolish thoughts, my wonderstruck gaze fell on her again as a million questions circled my mind. Who is she? Why is she wearing a wedding dress? Where's the groom? What's up with the Cupcake?

"..ver? Oliver? OI DOUCHEBAG!" The sound of Ashton's voice broke me away from my thoughts. The dude was screaming something in my ear, but I couldn't concentrate on it. I felt entangled in her presence. I cut the call and pocketed my phone in my pocket.

I needed to know her.

She suddenly stopped and looked left and right on the road. She waved her hand, trying to stop a cab that whizzed past her, causing her to frown as she placed her hands on her hips childishly. I smiled at the action. Suddenly, my hands itched to touch the steering wheel and drive towards her, to bring her home and keep her there forever.

And so, that's what I did. Hopping over to the driver's seat, I looked at the small mirror hanging from the top, making sure that I looked irresistible. With a smirk on my face, I grabbed the steering wheel and drove the car towards her. She scowled and her eyes fell on me.

Fuck.

The first thing that caught me was her eyes. They were sexy and cat-like. A distant memory popped up in my mind all of a sudden. But, before I could catch it, it went away.

She looked like a model. Her eyes looked like there were so many secrets behind them and I wanted to know every one of them. They were dark and alluring, making you freeze. She is hot.

I could feel her gaze lingering on my eyes and I tried to remain cool, calming my heartbeat down. A naughty smirk was dancing on my lips.

"Wanna come over to my house, eat Pizza, watch a Disney movie and fall helplessly in love?" I smirked. "Just a suggestion."

She raised her eyebrows, looking not a bit impressed. A flirty smile stretched her lips all of a sudden and I grinned in victory. She bent down, to level her face with mine. My heartbeat skyrocketed as she leaned in further close to my face. The smile on her face dropped in an instant and she said, "No thanks." She backed away, looking around for another cab.

Shock coursed through me. I blinked, trying to sink in the fact that she rejected me. I felt a little disappointed at her rejection. Just a tiny bit.

Ok, maybe a lot.

I don't remember any girl, rejecting me this easily. Who was this woman and what was she doing to me?