Married to the Billionaire to Divorce Him

My jaw dropped. “Reckless? Are you serious? you are the one who stopped out of nowhere!”

He stepped closer, his broad shoulders and towering frame casting a shadow over me. “Stopped out of nowhere? If you’d been paying attention, you would’ve noticed.” He said sarcastically.

I crossed my arms, not backing down. “Oh, I noticed. I noticed your oversized ego taking up the whole damn road!”

He arched an eyebrow, and then his lips curved to the side slightly. “Oversized ego? That’s funny coming from someone who can’t even manage to hit the brakes in time. Maybe driving isn’t your thing, sweetheart.”

His smirk faded. “You clearly have no idea how to take responsibility for your actions, do you?”

I stepped closer, pointing a finger at his chest. “Oh, I take responsibility when I should. But this? This is on you, Mr. Fancy Car and Expensive Suit. What, were you too busy looking at your own reflection to drive properly?”

"Oh at least I have a face that the mirror can appreciate unlike yours" He snapped back. 

I gave a small laugh.

"Ohh.....ohh...you did not just!.....Well! There is nothing even special about your face. What? is it made of gold?

Without a word, he took two slow steps toward me, closing the distance between us. I instinctively stepped back until my back hit the side of my car. Now he was in my personal space, he was too close.

For a moment, I was stunned into silence, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. He put one hand on the roof of my car, his other slipping off his sunglasses.

That was the moment I saw him fully—sky blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, and dark, perfectly styled hair. He was handsome in the most infuriating way, like he knew exactly how good he looked and used it to his advantage. The kind of handsome that was unfair because it came with an attitude too.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. But then his smirk returned, tilting his head slightly.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who was just shouting that there was nothing special about my face” he whispered into my ears. “Maybe next time, think before you speak.”

His words snapped me out of my daze. “Think before I—?” My voice shook with anger. “You arrogant—”

Before I could finish, I shoved at his chest, but it was like pushing against a brick wall. He didn’t budge. Instead, he laughed softly, clearly amused by how mad I was.

I glared at him, anger bubbling from within, my cheeks turning red. “You’re unbearable.”

“And you’re annoying,” he shot back before finally stepping away. “But I’ll let you off...for now.”

I clenched my fists as he walked back to his car without another word.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll remember this!” I shouted. “And your license plate too!”

He stopped and looked back at me, then had all the audacity to wink at me with a stupid smile. “I’m sure you will. I’m hard to forget.”

I was fuming as I walked to the front of his car, pulled out my phone to take a picture of his license plate. But just as I aimed the camera, the unthinkable happened.

His car reversed back straight into mine. A loud thud echoed as metal hit metal.

We both froze.

For a split second, there was silence.

Then I snapped. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

He let out a long sigh, and came down from his car. He brushed his hair with his hand before slowly turning to face me again.

His expression? Completely unfazed.

His response?

"Your car was too close to mine...what did you expect?"

I stood there, gripping my phone so hard my fingers started to hurt. It felt like I was going to lose my mind and pluck out someone's hair strands to the last one.

“Did you just—” I pointed at my car, then at him, my brain struggling to form words. “You—your car—”

He barely glanced at the dent before turning back to me, his expression still completely uninterested. “Relax. It’s not that bad.”

Not that bad?!

I took a deep breath, trying—really trying—not to scream. “Not that bad? Are you blind? You just made it worse!”

He sighed like I was the one being dramatic. “It’s just a small accident. Nothing a little repair can’t fix.”

Oh, he did not just say that.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, more out of disbelief than amusement. “Wow. Unbelievable. First, you nearly get us into an accident, and now this? You are officially the most careless driver I have ever met!”

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean the worst one after you?”

I gaped at him. “Are you serious right now?”

He just shrugged. “Look, if it bothers you that much, send me the bill.”

I blinked. “The bill?”

“Yeah.” He pulled out his wallet, flipping it open like this was the most normal conversation ever. He looked at it, then at me before closing the wallet, and shoving it back where it came from.

“Give me your number, and I’ll take care of it.” He stretched out his phone to me.

I crossed my arms, my jaw tightening. “Oh, so now you want to be responsible? What happened to ‘it’s not that bad’?”

His lips twitched like he was holding back his emotions. “I’m just trying to save us both some time.”

“Oh, now you care about my time? Because I clearly remember you wasting it just a few minutes ago.”

He slipped his phone into his pocket and tilted his head. “So what do you want then? You want to stand here all day arguing? Or do you want to fix your car and move on?”

I wanted to throw something at him. Preferably something heavy.

I took another deep breath, my patience hanging by a single thread. “Fine. Give me YOUR number, Mr. In a Hurry.”

He smirked. “Finally..thought you’d never ask.”

I rolled my eyes as he rattled off his number, and I quickly typed it into my phone, labeling him as The Worst Driver Alive. Then I flashed his number. 

I didn't care to ask of his name, of what use was it to me. 

As soon as his phone rang he stepped back, slipping on his sunglasses again. “There! you have my number and I have yours. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually have places to be.”

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” I said sweetly, stepping aside. “Drive safe, or at least try.”

He gave me a mock salute before getting into his car. Within seconds, the engine came on, and he sped off, leaving me standing there with my heart still racing from sheer frustration.

I let out a deep breath and turned back to my car, running a hand over the damaged part of my car. This was not how my day was supposed to go.

As I climbed back into the driver’s seat, I received a notification on my phone.

I frowned, opening it.

The Worst Driver Alive: Try not to crash into anyone else today, alright?

My jaw dropped.

He didn’t.

He did. How petty was he?

I glared at my phone before furiously typing back. 

Me: Try not to ruin anyone else’s car today, alright?

I hit send, shoving my phone into the cupholder.

At least, that’s what I thought.