Chapter 2: The Hottie

You know that moment when you just want to bang yourself on the wall after realizing what you saw was a half naked hot guy in front of you and the scent of his cologne just tickles your nose. Yep, I am feeling it right now.

"What the hell are you doing?" Zack snap.

I quickly realise that I was still staring at him being half naked, and snap out of it.

"Oh. My. God."

I quickly close the door and wish I have a magic door that could travel to north pole.

How embarassing could this be?! First meeting and I saw him half-naked.

I was startled when the door behind me was suddenly open and Zack came out fully dressed. Sweet mother of Mary, he looks hot.

He cleared his throat, waiting for me to say something when I was still dozing off about the incident that just happened.

When I didn't respond, he folded his arm, annoyed and asked, "what do you want?"

"Erm, we have to go shop for groceries. There's nothing in the fridge and I am starving." I shuttered.

He raised one of his eyebrow, and close the door behind him while saying, "Okay, let's go babe"

He walked pass me and I was walking behind him, still in my own world. We head to the garage and there are two sports cars. Holy shit.

"Is that your car?" I touched the car body and mama did it felt really good.

"You liked it?" He smirked.

"Liked? More like speechless." I was still amazed by the fact that my utterly sexy husband might be rich! Hold on. Rich is an understatement.

"Wait until you hear the engine roar." He was holding the key to the turquoise sports car and reach for the door to the driver seat. He insert the key to the ignition and turn it. The turquoise sport car sings engine sound sings to my ears. It was beautiful. I never imagine I would be saying this but hey, I've never heard a car engine sounds that pleasing.

I was still enjoying the engine sound when Zack voice interrupted my ear.

"Keep standing there and I am going to leave you in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. "

Before he could finished his lines, I hurried myself to the passenger seat next to the driver and buckled my seat belts.

"Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He smirked and started driving.

I pulled out my tongue to him, "You could just have told me to go inside the car politely."

"Where's the fun to that?"

"Asshole" I muttered under my breath so he couldn't hear me.

We were enjoying the silence throughout the drive. He didn't bother to mock or insult me and I didn't even care about his existance. The outside view and the weather outside was too relaxing that I hardly noticed that we already reached the grocery if it wasn't for Zack started to speak with his cocky tone, "As much as I like to drive, I don't want to be your personal driver."

"Oh! Don't worry, I wouldn't want you to be my personal driver ever." I crunched making a 'disgusted' face facing him.

He leaned forwards and almost close the gap between us. My heart my beating so fast that I thought it might drop to my stomach. Before his luscious lips makes a full contact with mine, he smirked, causing a slight brush between our lips, "Look here little munchkin, if I were to kiss you right here, right now, I bet you'll fall so hard for me and you would take back your words about me not being your personal driver. You would keep begging for my lips to kiss your glossy lips and bit your lower lips until you moan for me."

With that, he smirked and turn off the engine, get out of the car. Holy crap. What the hell? My cheeks are burning, not because of what he said, well technically, it was because of what he said but WHO THE HELL HE THINKS HE IS TO MOCK ME?

Before I could open the door to get out of the car, he beat me by a second. Looking up, I saw his smirk as if he thought he won. Oh honey, two can play that game.

I take a step out of the car, closing our gap, hugging his torso and look upwards, sweetly saying, "Oh sweetie, who doesn't want to kiss that luscious lips of yours, I would also want to suck your lower lips and bit them until you beg me to stop." I trail my hands over his abs, "and lick from your lips to here.." Before I could continue what I wanted to say, he raise my head so that our eyes could meet. I could see his eyes was filled with lust. I smirked as I slowly closed the gap that was between us, "and you can keep dreaming about that tonight." With that, I step on his feet and he jumped.

I laughed so hard that my stomach was hurting. He keeps holding on his leg in pain. After he regain himself, he glare at me, "What was that for?"

I smiled and said, "That is for being a jerk and asshole to me all this time." With that, I turn my back away from him and walked away. I could hear him kept calling me but I was too happy that he fell for my trap. I kept walking and ignoring him, until I almost fell when someone grab and pull me back.

"Hey! What the hell?" I stumbled back.

"Keep walking like that and I won't drive you home." He interwind our fingers and lead the way.

Butterflies fluttering inside my tummy. My heart's constantly beating fast. My both hands are sweaty. What is this feeling? It's new. I never felt this way with anyone before except that one time when I had with 'him'.

It is love dear, my conscience told me.

What? No! Love is too early for this. I just know him. Like less than a day. It's not love, I denied.

I ignored my conscience and shrugged it off. It felt comfortable. But it's not love. I just know it.

When we were inside the grocery store, Zack released our interwind fingers leaving the cold air to brush my fingers.

" Wait here. I'm going to take the trolley." I nodded and he walked towards the trolley area.

Within a few second, he came back with a trolley and we scan through all the shelves contain of food.

"What type of food do you like?" I break the silence.

"Anything from my babe. What is your best dish?" He smirked.

"Well, my dad said I make the best pasta." I smiled at the thought of my dad, I missed him already.

"Well, then pasta it is." I lead the way to the pasta shelf and he was behind me. The pasta shelf was at the other side of the corridoor that we are at.

Before I could take a right turn to the past shelf, I bump into someone. I stumbled and fell on my butt and the person stumbled back.

I was holding my butt, before I could scold and say anything to that person.

"Tori?"

That familiar deep voice. It was him.