She looked like a little kitten whilst being all angry. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to not laugh as to how cute she looked right now.
I put my hand up in surrender and said, "Sure ma'am, forgive me" I said sarcastically.
"Hmmm" she put her index and pointer finger on her chin,"..... I'll think about it." With that she smiled and turned away grabbing my hand and leading me to the driver.
I rolled my eyes at her childish behaviour but was full on grinning behind.
We settled in the car with my usual Greek driver, that always appoints me whenever I visit Greece.
I glanced at the rear view mirror and saw his eyes shining with excitement at the sight of Rozella.
She was obviously oblivious to the current thick air around us and continued looking outside while bouncing in her seat.
I cleared my throat and the fucker still didn't budge and kept looking at my wife.
"Canes, are you waiting for a fucking invitation?"
He took his eyes off of her and his eyes met my dark angry eyes and he squirmed in his seat, "uh-uh..... Sir, it's James."
I saw Rozella from the corner of my eye trying to stiffle her laugh from keeping her hand on her mouth.
"Sure Jackass" I purposefully slipped up and saw Rozella biting her lip to not slip up her laugh.
The driver nodded and started the car angrily.
To hell with his anger, no one looks at what's mine.
After about 5 minutes, Rozella decides to butt in and my gaze darted from my phone to Rozella at what she said next.
"Are you from here, James?" She said smiling and looking at him.
I saw his scowl gone and instead a smile was present on his face.
She took his name. His name, when I am right here.
I clenched my fists ready to hit the fucker but I knew I couldn't, as that would lead to an accident which I don't want Rozella to go through.
I'll never make her feel any pain, intentionally.
"Uh... No Ma'am, I am from London, but I work here" He said with a smile attached permenantly to his face.
"Yeah, I figured by your british accent." She said giggling.
Why'd she fucking giggle?
I never make her giggle.
You do, you fucker.
Maybe, but why is she giggling with him?
"And please don't call me ma'am you can call me Rozella or Rose or Ella or anything you like." Nicknames?
She never told me to call her by a nickname, I had to come up with one.
"Did you see it Kezr, did you?" She said bouncing in her seat with excitement.
I didn't reply to which her bouncing stopped and she came closer to me inspecting me with her eyes moving left and right.
She held my hand and fuck... It melted me. All my act gone through one touch. Pussy.
I sighed and she was about to say something when the car moved harshly to her right causing Rozella to move away from me and her head hit the window.
"Shit-Are you okay?" I said moving closer to her and taking her head in my hand to check for any injury.
She nodded and laughed, "Yeah, that was fun."
Only she can laugh after getting her head banged.
I shook my head at her and rolled my eyes to which she 'angrily' glared at me.
"Sorry Ella, just a speed breaker." I could practically hear the scowl dripping off his voice.
The motherfucker did it on purpose.
One more slip up and he is getting a ticket on a one way trip to hell.
"It's okay James I didn't even hit my head that hard." She said giving him a polite smile.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want your pretty little head to be all injured cause of me." Pretty little head? Who the fuck says that?
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