Kapitel 2: Don't just Stare at it, do it Already

"Hold on! I choose…"

As he pondered over his final choice for the last time, he clenched his eyelids together which were accompanied by his scrunched up brows.

"Fine! I don't mind kissing it." The words left his mouth, followed by a defeated sigh.

He didn't want to do it, but he had no other choice. He could either kiss it or kiss his new job goodbye. To him, kissing it was a much better option, even if that meant that he had to do it twenty times.

"You could have chosen the first one, you know." She gave him a full blown smile as she shook her head sideways. "On second thoughts, a man like you could never afford it. Kisses, it is then." She rolled her eyes as she was starting to find the whole situation quite boring for her taste.

In response to her words, he just moved his head up and down without saying anything. The first option was indeed better, but he doubted that he would be able to pay her off for it. Scratch that! He knew for sure that even with the new job, he would not be able to pay her off with half a year's salary.

"Where do you want me to do it?" The young man kept his head lowered as he muttered through his pursed lips.

"Well, right here would be perfect." Priscilla gave him one of her signature smiles, the kind of which could easily send shivers running down the other person's spine. "Since you ruined my precious little baby here, right before everyone, why don't you repent for your crime here as well?" She waved her hands in the air, motioning around the lobby.

Her gesture only caught the attention of those who were trying to turn a blind eye, and a deaf ear to what was happening there.

"Here?" He drew in a sharp breath as he nodded his head, not just once, but thrice. "I will do that." He could already feel the shame burning his cheeks, yet he nodded his head in agreement.

He was cursing himself for being so unlucky. He could have bumped into anyone, but it had to be the haughty lady who was standing before him, demanding for her condition to be fulfilled in order to forgive him.

With the thoughts in his mind that he had no other option, he bent forward only to be stopped by her.

"Hold on!" Priscilla spoke up in a stern tone, making him look up at her in his half bent state. "Don't do this!" She added with a frown.

At first he thought it was his imagination when he heard her, but as his mind slowly processed her words, it became clearer to him. A ring of bright golden light started to form on top of Priscilla's head which was only visible to his ocean blue eyes. But boy was he hallucinating for it didn't last for long.

"I can let your dirty hands touch my precious. I will pick it up for you." She didn't forget to scoff at the end, as if it was her who was being generous.

Bending forward, she picked up the wounded body of her precious baby which was lying next to her feet, with her toes resting on its back end. She was barely holding it by the side of its fractured body, not wanting to get her hands dirty. She looked longingly at its broken bone with tears gleaming at the corners of her eye. She knew that she was going to miss it for it had managed to pave a path to her cold heart.

She vividly remembered the day her eyes had landed on it for the first time. She felt it was just yesterday when it had all happened, but now it was already time for her to bid her byes to it. No amount of money could save the poor, distorted soul for it was broken beyond repair.

Pulling it up, she let her glazed orbs wander over its blood red body which was glittering under the pale light.

"You can kiss it now." Stealing her heart, Priscilla pushed her hands forward so that it was right before him. "But don't even dare to touch it." She didn't forget to warn him with a glare. "Also, since I am letting you do this, I would like to know your name first?" She added with the same arrogance. "I don't let strangers touch my belongings."

Not having another other choice, he nodded. "It's Corey, Miss."

"Full name." She demanded with a frown.

"Corey Frost." He gave in with a sigh. He wondered why she was asking him his name now. He had been wearing his name badge since the beginning. All it would have taken her only a small glance in its direction if his name was what she wanted.

But, no! The spoiled princess of the Sundseth family was too proud to bother with it. How could she belittle herself by doing such a measly little task? It didn't align with her personality.

"So Corey, now that I know your name, what are you waiting for? You can not back down now." She gave him a bright smile, one which showed off how she was already celebrating her victory. But there was one small thing which she was forgetting about.

Life had its own way when it came to playing with people's life, or more specifically, how two people were fated to meet. One wasn't supposed to always get the things they wanted, no matter the amount or riches one might own.

"As you say, Miss." Corey, who saw no other way out of it, bobbed his head up and down, making sure that his eyes never met hers. He saw her slowly raising the blood red sandal closer to his face while he continued to stand in his spot.

Like an icarus to a sun, he saw the red body inching closer to his face, precisely, his lips as the seconds ticked by. His ocean blue eyes sneaked a glance at the lady's face only to see the same devious smile from earlier plastered across it.

He shivered with disgust when his eyes moved back to the red, glittering shoe, but he didn't back down. He had a reason which was pushing him to act bold. His job.

"Don't just stare at it, do it already. I have other things to do." She exhaled out a frustrated sigh. Her patience was running out seeing him standing there like a mannequin.

Corey drew in a deep breath as he mustered up the courage to do it. He had his eyes shut as he really slowly moved his lips forward. Just when his thin lips were to touch the front of the red, glimmering sandal, a voice interrupted.

"What is going on here?"