Okay, so after reading the last couple of chapters, I realized that I made quite a few grammatical mistakes. But since no one seems to care, I'll leave them be. Enjoy chapter 4!
I sighed, seems like I've been doing that for awhile now. Fixing my grip on the grocery bags, I walked down the street towards the bus stop. I hope that ass had left already because I seriously didn't want him around. Hot body and all. I set my bags on the floor and took a seat, stretching my legs. I had decided to go shopping after the meeting rather than before, just to stay as far away from him as I could. Rachel dropped me off at the market and told me to call her, but I decided against it. I wanted the walk.
My phone rang as if on cue and I groaned, answering it.
"Yes?"
"I'm sure I told you to call me," Rachel's disapproving voice said.
"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to walk. It's nice weather."
"Okay, where are you? I'll pick you up. I have some really important news."
"About your book?" I asked.
"No, about Luminaire. Now, tell me where you are?"
"I'm on Wistling Street, bus stop 12."
"Be right there. Don't move."
I snapped the phone shut and leaned my head back. The sky was already getting dark since it was mid-December and yet I wasn't the bit scared. A couple of months ago I wouldn't have dared walk outside in the dark, alone. Rachel's car pulled up and she honked. She was closer than I thought. I hurried to the back of the car, putting the groceries in the trunk, then slid into the passenger seat.
"Do you think he's still there?" I asked as she drove off. She shrugged.
"So, what about Luminaire?" I went straight to the point. Luminaire was both our lives, almost our baby, and if we lost it it would be a bit traumatic.
"Nothing bad, but I got a call from a very important person in the business world."
"Who?"
"Bruce Wayne. He wants to merge the company."
"He wants us as his sister company!" I screeched. Rachel nodded and I felt like doing a jig. This was great! Being considered by Wayne himself! Oh shit!
"Calm down. I set up an appointment tomorrow with his secretary so we can talk. No negotiations, no contract, just talking. I don't want to make a mistake and regret it later."
My happiness instantly disappeared and I figured she was right. Even if Luminaire became a sister co. with Wayne Industries, it might have a larger effect than we thought, especially profit wise.
"Good idea," I said," Good thing I got you doing all that stuff. I probably would have signed immediately."
She gave me a side-long glance and smirked," Yes, stupid, gullible Kori. Will you ever grow up?"
I chuckled as she pulled up in front of our apartment. We took out the groceries and entered the living room. Nightwing was still resting on the couch, but fully awake and dressed. We put the groceries away and he was standing by the door when we walked back into the living room.
"I thank you for taking care of me," he said," I owe you both, especially cute ass girl."
I screamed in fury and escaped to my room. What a damn, cocky jerk! And what a cheeky smile of his! But, it was sort of cute. Wait, no! What was I thinking? Rachel knocked on my door and said," He left. You can come out now."
I walked back to the living room and said," How can he be so-"
"Irritating?" Rachel interrupted," Well, if my opinion even matters, I think he likes you."
"What! No, hell no. There's no way-"
"And you like him," she said with an evil grin.
"Oh, I don't like him. I hate him. He's annoying, ungrateful, un-"
"Unsettling? You just don't understand him."
"Stop interrupting me!" I said, pacing," And why are you the practical one? Since when did we switch places?"
"When you stopped being realistic and hid from yourself," Rachel said," What's wrong with thinking you like him? It probably doesn't mean anything to him, but at least you and I both know you're moving on."
"I don't have an interest in guys like that."
"Maybe you're telling yourself that. Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong. You don't know, and since you won't give yourself or any guy a chance, you won't ever know."
"Aren't you the one who says love is for suckers?" I countered, angry at her words, however truthful they were. She shrugged and my eyes widened.
"Oh my God, you like someone! The fearless, cold, unemotional Rachel Roth actually likes someone! Who's the poor sap?"
Rachel even blushed.
"Holy shit! Your pale skin just turned red! Who the hell is he?"
"I met him at the bookstore," she said, then stopped," But you're changing the subject."
"No I'm not," I said innocently. She shook her head and escaped to her own room. Damn it, I really thought it would have worked. I mean, I couldn't seriously like such a cocky guy like that. What self-loving, virtuous girl lets a guy like that in her life? All he wants is to get into her pants, duh. Wait, did I say self-loving, virtuous girl? Wow, what a contradiction. I was being a bitch, totally. Guess the photo shoot really did give you the model attitude.
