DECISION

I wait for the man to speak, my fingers crossed in the hope that he will be the last I deal with. I need to close this deal already.


He nods his head, somehow giving me some hope that he takes away the moment he speaks. "I would be lying if I said I don't idolize this automobile. It is beautiful, in good shape, still new, and well-kept, but I just can't afford it for now."

My heart sinks at his last words.

I am conversing with yet another buyer, and I am worried things are not going well. Aside from that, I abhor his nonchalant attitude toward me. Anyway, I am prepared to put up with his unpleasant dickheadedness for the purpose for which I am doing this. Maybe we can come to an understanding, as I am in desperate need and I have a feeling that my Porsche has his interest. That is if he can stop devouring me with his owl-like eyes!


"I'm giving it away at a throw-away cost, you know?" I push my luck, and he grins, gawking into my eyes, way too stern for my preference.

"Why, though? Does it have any hidden problems?" He asks.


I shake my head, hoping that he changes his mind. I feel like he can really afford it, or maybe it is my desperation speaking. I don't know anymore. "No. It is in perfect condition, and the parts are still new and original. You can have it checked if you want; I don't mind," I say boldly, hoping that I can convince him.

My cars have always been serviced every single month. I can vouch that they don't have any dents on them.

"How much?" he queries.

Now, this is the part I was waiting for. He didn't have to take me all that long on that rough road to get to this point. Lmao! "Five million," I mutter, and his eyes narrow out of their sockets, giving him this weird, ugly look that wants to make me shiver.

He throws a quick glance at the shiny baby again. My heart is hurting at the thought of letting it happen, but I have no choice. I need a means of survival, and it is not even helping at this moment. The guy sweeps his gaze back at me again, giving me a creepy look. "Quite tempting. How much if you add the owner?" he asks, and I hate his ridiculous, annoying joke. Really!

"I don't remember sticking an 'on sale' tag on myself too," I state, anger boiling in me, but still, my desperation is still handling the situation better than I could have ever imagined. I am maintaining my cool, hoping that he does not push it. I am not in the mood for some stupid jokes. I need to do this quickly and get over it.

He smiles wickedly, browsing my face down, and his eyes park at my chest for a long, suffocating moment. He was serious about that stupid joke back there? "Not really," he says, looking up, 'but it would be a double blessing to have both the machine and its goddess owner." He responds, smiling for the whole nation.

How I wish he knew that his ugly face is a little bit bearable when he is not smiling! Moron!

Jerks really know how to take advantage of massages on their third leg. I can see the lust in his eyes, and honestly, it's way too dark to continue this conversation. I don't even know if he is interested or if he just pretended so he could have a conversation with me. How irritating! Annoying! Depressing! A total waste of my precious time!

"You can only have the machine, but this other beauty is priceless," I blurt out, returning the smile but cursing him a million times inside.

I mean, who can stand this ugly face with a nose that takes up a quarter of his face? Pthoo!

"No doubt, it is. I can only imagine how gorgeous you would look all sprawled out."

"Are you interested? In the car?" I cut him off.

What arrogance! I am here trying to fix my impediments, while this egregiously ugly dog is only contemplating satiating his lust. He should be happy that I put up with him for so long without snapping. He is the kind of jerk that only thinks with this pipe dangling between his legs, and I utterly despise such pathetic, stinking jerks! The nerve!

"Sorry if I offended you," he says, still with his wicked annoying smugg platerted on his ugly-fugly face. 'Why don't you give me your number, Miss Ellie, and I will give you a call tomorrow?" he mutters, wearing a serious face that doesn't convince me at all, and neither does it suit his lust-painted face.

He pissed me off with his flirtations, but all the same, I handed him my card, albeit not counting on him. I just want his ugly, annoying face out of my sight ASAP so that I can breathe in some fresh air. "See you tomorrow, Miss Beautiful," he says, smiling again and tossing my card in his pocket.

He leaves, and I lean on my baby with my back, only for my eyes to spot Damian marching towards me, his eyes chasing the ugly Daniel or whatever he said his name was. Now, how long of what was happening here did he see to make his cast such a deadly glare at Daniel like this?

"Hi," he greets me when he approaches me, but still turns to look at the Daniel guy who is talking to someone on the phone. He looks suspicious, and this is what I didn't want. If only that dog did not waste much time trying to flirt, Damian would not have seen him. I hope I won't have problems because of a dog that was not even interested in my deal at all.

"Hi, are you alright?" I can't help but ask. Then again, how rhetorical can I ever be? He surely is not right, given how his eyes are stuck on the guy.