Meeting Mr. handsome

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work.

As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle.

She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

She stopped walking, and the car stopped, too. Inwardly, Caitlyn hoped that the owner of the car would offer her a ride- she was so exhausted to the point of accepting an offer without caring if the driver was a stranger or not.

The owner of the car, as it appeared, opened the car's door after switching off the car's engine. She wondered why. 'If he was going to ask to give me a lift, he definitely would not switch his car's engine off.'

She furrowed her brows slightly and watched closely at whatever was happening. His feet, covered with a shiny black shoe, came out first, before him.

He closed the door with such force that made her shake with fear and take a step away. She bent a little to get a glimpse of his face, as it appeared like he was hiding it.

However, as though he read her mind, he raised his head to face her. Caitlyn gasped slightly as she saw his face. 'Is he a water god?' She thought he looked too handsome to be a human.

She could see his sharp, blue eyes sparkling as she stared into them, with his long lashes complementing them. His eyebrows were carved so beautifully.

His lips were pink and plump; They looked succulent. She traced her eyes down to his broad shoulders. He wore a singlet that exposed his fair, and spotless skin.

She gulped down nothing as her eyes stopped at his biceps. She nearly reached forward to place her hands on them. She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them.

Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches.

'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused.

He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

Still lost in staring at the man in front of her, her small, round lips began to stretch into a smile. Soon, she was grinning widely.

“Hello?” it came again again- the voice. This time, with a harsh tap on her right shoulder. She flinched and returned to reality. She looked around trying to find the sweet voice that dared to interrupt her moment.

“miss?” the man spoke again. This time, Caitlyn was fully conscious and knew exactly where the voice came from. She slowly turned to face him, the voice owner, her Mr handsome.

As her gaze met his, he waved his hand with an indescribable look on his face. She nearly melted. 'How could one be so handsome and also be blessed with such a beautiful voice!?' Inwardly, she cried. A cry of excitement.

“You have been staring at me for minutes, miss. If you're done, I would like to drive into my building. You're blocking the way.” Caitlyn was lost again. Now, in his voice.

She was unable to hear nor understand a word he said. She could only hear his voice and watch his attractive lips moving. A smile appeared on her face again.

“Excuse me, miss! I have to drive my car in. Are you even listening!?” he yelled. That made him look more attractive in the young woman's eyes. His brows were furrowed; that made his face different. Fierce. And his voice became more masculine.

His thick, manly hands grabbed her shoulders. That moment, she melted. Her heart raced, and her lips nearly had a tear from her wide grin.

His grip on her shoulders was tight, but she loved it. Suddenly, his hands left her shoulders. Her heart fell. She felt disappointed that second.

However, in the next second, she was lifted off the floor by two strong arms. She was stunned at first, but she soon relaxed and began to admire his face again.

The man only wished for one thing; to get rid of the mentally ill woman pestering him. Caitlyn's heart almost bursted as a result of excitement. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her gaze still not leaving his face.

Her smile remained stamped on her face. She had no idea where he was taking her, and she gave less regard to that. She made up her mind to go with him wherever he decided to take her. She wanted to be lost in the world she suddenly found herself in, forever.

She was still relishing being carried by her Mr handsome when he suddenly dropped her carelessly.

Her buttocks hit the ground so hard she nearly screamed at him; but for her sudden love and admiration for him, she would have. As soon as he dropped her, the man gave her a disgusting look before he turned and walked away.

She had expected at least a sorry from

him. 'Is he the handsome without manners type?' She thought as she slowly stood up. She dusted her skirt as she hurried back to his car.

“Hey!” she knocked on his car window. He sighed and attempted to open the door. Just then, the gate to his house opened.