Man With Green Eyes

The car pulled up in front of a luxurious looking place, but Genevieve wasn't getting up.

The driver opened his door and stepped out, he rounded the car then opened the passenger's seat door where Genevieve was sitting, he sighed and hoped he wouldn't get sued for touching her skin.

"Miss… Miss, we are here." He tapped her gently to wake her up.

Genevieve stirred in her sleep before opening her eyes slowly, she gasped and moved back when she saw the man in front of her.

"Get away, you pervert!" She yelled, and stoned the man with her diamond purse.

The taxi driver groaned and moved back while holding his forehead, "Why did you do that, miss?" He asked, groaning in pain as he continuously rubbed his forehead.

Genevieve stopped moving and blinked her eyes slowly, then guilt dawned on her. She had just hit someone who helped her.

"I'm…. I'm sorry, mister. I didn't know it was you." She quickly apologized, timidly. She picked her bag that was lying on the seat.

The taxi driver sighed, "it's okay, miss. I wanted to tell you that we are here." He pointed at the building beside him.

Genevieve looked at the building and her eyes widened, What was this taxi driver thinking before bringing her here?

And as if the man was reading her mind, he said,

"I thought that you might need some few drinks to calm yourself down." Genevieve blinked at him and open her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, the taxi driver continued.

"You look quite miserable earlier, and I only wanted to help you. There's a saying that I know of; there's nothing better than you taking a good alcohol when down." He said.

Genevieve gave him a sharp look when he called her miserable. 'Was that how she truly looked when he saw her?'

She hasn't heard of that saying before, but it isn't a bad thing to have a bottle of alcohol or maybe two.

"I apologize if you don't like it…" Eve shook her head.

"No, thank you. I really appreciate your help." She came out of the car and shut the door gently.

She fiddled with her diamond purse then opened it, she brought out a couple of bills in it before stretching them out to the taxi driver.

"Here Sir, thank you for your help tonight." The taxi man looked at the money in her hand and sighed.

He didn't help her to gain money, but that's what the rich would always think. That they (poor people) do anything for money.

Genevieve, who saw the frown on his face thought he didn't find the amount of money she brought out much to his taste.

"What? Isn't this enough? Do you want more?" She asked, and opened her purse again, but the taxi driver held her hand.

"That's not what I was saying, miss, I don't want your money. I only helped you because I noticed that you were in danger." He explained and smiled at her.

This Miss was beautiful, no doubt, no wonder those boys wanted to get their hands on her. But he couldn't help but wonder who made this pretty lady cry.

Genevieve was confused with his words, she blinked at him twice. She couldn't believe there were still people like this in this modern world, people who aren't after money.

"A…are you serious, mister?" She asked, bringing more money out.

"You've helped me, and now it's my turn to help you." She took his hand and dropped the cash in his hand.

"This one is for helping me…" the taxi man still insisted that he wasn't going to accept it.

"I've told you that I didn't help you because of money or favor. I did it in my own free will, miss."

Eve pouted but said, "then fine. That's my fare for the ride Sir, I didn't pay you for your help but rather your service."

The man smiled at the cunning way the lady used on him, "Okay miss, if you insist." He places the money in his pants pocket.

"Good night, mister, and thank you for dropping me here." She waved at him, smiling brightly. Her broken heart forgotten for just a second.

As the taxi driver drove from there her smile fell, she sighed then turned to the building where the name that was boldly written at the top was shining brightly at night.

'RoyalKingstone Huh?' She thought.

Genevieve walked into the building after adjusting her dress and her makeup in the nearest car window glass. Although she got cheated on by boyfriend and got her heart broken that made her bawl her eyes out, but she wasn't going to walk into this prestigious place looking like a homeless person. After all she has a reputation to keep. She was an heiress who was well known around the country, so she needed to keep her image unsoiled.

"Good evening, miss, what can I help you with?" The man at the gate asked. He was with a book and a pen, he was dressed in a white long sleeve shirt with black pants.

"Good evening, I will like to hang out in your bar please?" She requested, smiling brightly at the man. Even though her lips were forced into a smile, her eyes couldn't be forced to look happy. They were dull and looked almost lifeless.

"The bar, please hold on a minute." He paused and went through his book.

"Can I get your name, miss?" He politely requested.

"Genevieve Ramon." She answered.

The man replied with a little 'thank you' before going through his book again.

"I'm sorry miss, but your name is not on the list." He said politely.

Genevieve cursed whatever luck she had right now, how could she forget something so crucial like that? The RoyalKingstone wasn't just for the rich, it was for those with much influence and power. Nobody could be able to get through this gate without making a reservation, even if it was just to enter their bar.

"Oh…" she trailed off when the man raised his finger up.

"Excuse me miss." The man said, and answered whatever the person was saying in his earpiece.

"Okay boss." He tapped the earpiece before looking at Genevieve, who had been patiently standing there.

"I apologize for keeping you miss, please you can go in, and the receptionist will direct you to the bar." He said, closing his book.

Eve's eyes widened in shock, she was allowed in without a reservation.

"Really?" Genevieve's suspicions rose as she narrowed her eyes at the man.

"Yes miss." He replied nervously.

Genevieve was still wondering why they let her in without her making a reservation, but nevertheless she walked in.

Just as the man at the gate instructed, the receptionist directed her to the bar. Immediately she walked in, she noticed something odd, there wasn't anyone in the room apart from one person.

A man with green eyes that was staring directly at her soul.