Feeling Proud

Daven held the steering, feeling proud. He had the woman he wanted, seated beside him. And even though her face was moulded into a scowl, a win was a win.

Abigail sat quietly, wondering where Daven was taking her to. The day was bright and a public place was a huge no. She didn't want to be in another scandal. Mia had told her straight. She would abandon her. 

She couldn't even survive another scandal, being looked at as she walked the street and hated by even the unloved - the hybrids.

She faced Daven. “Lunch break is thirty minutes,” she reminded him. He probably had never worked, she thought. And had no regard for time. “Where are you taking me to?”

Daven flashed a smile that grated on her nerves. “Chill. Will ya? And don't worry, it's my company. No one can sack you.”

“It's not yours if you're not CEO,” she shot quietly. 

She understood boys like Daven. Always having things done for them their whole life and even too lazy right now as a grown adult to reason with their brains. They were the exact type that infuriated her because she was the exact opposite. 

“Don't worry,” she heard him say, nonchalantly. “I'll prove it to you.”

She tried to bite down her response but they escaped unbridled. “You don't need to impress me.”

He glanced at her with a chuckle. “For a hybrid, you speak with so much audacity,” he said..

There was the labelling again. Just like Liam. But never with Ethan. With him, she never really thought there was a class difference. It had just been two hearts recklessly in love and two souls desiring each other. 

“For a pure wolf, you can't keep your eyes off hybrids,” she muttered, throwing her eyes to the city blurring past. 

Daven stared at her finely packed bun for a while and her smallish frame. He was dying to bed her, to feel her fire and feel what her deviance turned to when she was climaxing. 

“We're not bound by rules,” he said, enjoying taunting her. “You are.”

She bit her lips knowing it was pointless arguing with him..

A classistic nincompoop!

She grabbed her phone and saw a call from Ethan. She had blocked him but she could still see his missed calls. 

She scoffed quietly. Why the hell was he calling her?

Daven plugged his eyes to her phone, wondering what had caught her attention. He wanted her mind to be on him even though they were only arguing. And it irked him more as he thought it could be Liam.

“Liam?” He asked. “Is he still a bother?”

Abigail raised her eyes from the screen, perplexed. “Your eyes should be on the road, not my phone. What the hell are you doing? Do you want to get us killed?”

Daven chuckled at the way she looked so serious. He took his hands off the steering and her screams increased.

“Do you have a death wish?” She asked, leaning to grab the wheel.

“It's an automatic,” he said between laughs. “I'm barely driving it.”

Abigail had rarely seen an automatic car. She had driven in it with Ethan but she was always in the back seat and had never really understood the concept of an automatic car. Now, she knew. She flushed in embarrassment.

“I didn't know.”

“Well, don't hold your breath. We're here.”

Here? Abigail looked around. There was no restaurant around. 

Daven sensed her cluelessness and stepped off the car. She didn't wait for him to open her door. At least she could handle the door of an automatic car. 

“Why are we here?” She asked as he rounded up to her side.

He pointed towards a building. “The bank.”

The bank. Abigail's heart skipped a beat. Was it him? Had he been the one who sent her the money? Was it all a trap?

Daven was smiling. 

He's smiling. It's him 

Abigail's feet wobbled. This was it. She hadn't even enjoyed the date night she had craved for and now he was going to have her arrested. 

Maybe she should beg, she thought. He could forgive her. But she shook her head at the thought. Daven didn't look like he was merciful. Her eyes watered and Daven watched amused.

“Are you really this dramatic? You shouldn't be thanking me yet. You have no idea why we're going to the bank, do you?”

She nodded in affirmation and shook her head in confusion at the same time, leaving Daven more astonished.

“We don't have all day,” he said, stepping forward. “Let's go.”

Abigail's feet felt heavy. She couldn't move an inch. More tears streamed down her face. Daven was concerned now. That wasn't the face of a grateful person.

“You like someone about to run away,” he joked. “Why the hell are you crying?”

“I'm sorry,” she blurted. “I…I should have known my place and —I shouldn't have touched it. It was so stupid of me to dream of a life that is never mine. But I promise you, if you forgive me, I will never do such again. I'll always remember that I am a hybrid and I'll stick to the rules of the community.”

Being a hybrid was terrible. But Abigail knew being a rogue wolf was worse. Despite the way the community treated them, outside was a more terrifying place. The strong slaved on the weak without mercy.

She couldn't afford to be in such a place.

But Daven, confused by her outburst, wondered why she was apologising for her audacity. It was what attracted him to her. And he was more confused why she suddenly felt the need to apologise in front of a bank. But it was fun watching the hybrid beg. In the end, they all knew their place. And the more she did, the more she would be submissive because he had a lot planned for her that night. After the close of work, she'll be going home with him. He wanted his father to hear their screams late in the night and wake up to see him with a hybrid. 

He wanted his father to feel the depth of his annoyance after he sold off his company. 

But time was going and he was getting bored by her theatrics. 

He walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. “I don't know whatever you think this place is. For someone who doesn't know an automatic car, I won't be surprised. But I'm only here to get you a new card after breaking yours last night.”

Abigail's heart stopped racing as she searched his face. She had cried for nothing.