Chapter 4: Pick Me Up!

Eve POV

"Last picture, honey!" Nigel, the photographer, asked me as I posed, wearing black formal party dress and black high-heeled shoes. He smiled when he saw my sharp eyes. "Oh! I love those eyes."

After taking my picture, I went to the changing room. My job was over for this day.

I changed into pink jacket, black mini-skirt, black socks, and black sneakers. Then went downstairs. This morning, Sven told me that he couldn't pick me up as usual. I guessed the mission was so urgent. Well, it was not a matter. I could go home by myself.

"EVE! HEY, EVE!" An unexpected male voice was heard from my back.

I pretended not to hear it, just walking fast. I didn't want to deal with an annoying creature, at least not this time.

"Eve." He caught my right wrist. A nineteen years old boy with short silver hair and a pair of grey eyes stood beside me. Troy Wolff. My senior.

"I'm tired," I said coldly, and lied, "My dad is waiting for me."

"Don't lie. I know that your father can't pick you up. I can escort you home with my car."

Suddenly his cell-phone rang. He picked it up, still grabbing my wrist. "What is it? I still have picture takings. No, I can't accompany you. Bye."

I knew that the caller was a girl. Different girl. Almost everyday. He was a pretty and tricky playboy. That idiot thought that every girl liked him. Such a failure. For me.

"I smell jealousy," he chuckled as he saw that I pouted.

I was ready to insult him. It was a stupid excuse. I pouted because he didn't let me go.

"Eve! Someone's waiting for you." The receptionist called me.

Troy and I looked at her, confused.

"My dad?" I asked hopefully. I was saved by Sven!

"No. He's at the parking area. A cool guy with a cool black bike. He's like a late teenager. Just go to him!" She winked at me, then glared at Troy. "Let me handle the Nigel's favorite male model."

Troy stared at her unbelievably. "No one picks Eve up, except her father and … me. You're lying."

"I'm not!" She yelled at him.

"Thanks, Fay!" I said to her, leaving them quickly. She always helped me to oppose Troy. Fay was one of his ex-girlfriends, miserably left as he played with another girl behind her back.

Train POV

The time for Princess done for the job had passed more than 20 minutes ago, but I hadn't seen her out.

"Princess! Here!" I called her when she entered the parking area.

"Train! Let's go!" She approached me hurriedly and took the helmet.

"Why are you in a rush?"

"I told you one day." She sat on my bike like the previous way, hugging my waist from behind.

"What?" I couldn't really understand when I heard 'one day'. Did she actually want to tell me? Or not?

"You! Wait!" A good looking young man came running towards me. Was he Princess' boyfriend? But Sven didn't say anything about Princess male friends.

I saw Princess pouted. Not a good sign. She was in bad mood.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Who are you?"

I gave him a confused look. Who was this rude young man? He asked people's identity suddenly. Even he did it without telling his.

"I asked you and I demand an answer!"

I frowned. What a spoiled brat! Did he know who he was dealing to? And did he also know that my patience was damn thin?

"I guess we need introductions here," I suggested, getting off from my bike. I heard Princess muttered softly, standing beside me.

"Troy Wolff, alias Prince of Fashion, fashion supermodel with bright future from great family. The son who had been raised by one of the most important man in this city. He owns the biggest garment industry with me as the next president. Favorite male model from Avedici with thousands of fans. Eve's senior and also her future spouse," he proudly said.

I held my laugh.

"Train, he's crazy. It's not tru-…" Princess whispered to me.

"I know."

I was tempted to talk about myself, following his way. My mind said,

Train Heartnet, alias Black Cat, professional gunman with dark past from slaughtered family. The son who had been raised by one of the most frightening murderers at that moment. He owned hundred kinds of guns with me as the only one of his disciple. Favorite elite eraser from Chronos with thousands of victims, but well, actually I never count how many people I've killed. Princess' senior and also her savior cat.

Nah! That was too excessive.

"Train Heartnet, a top-notch sweeper and Sven Volfied's partner. The knight who saved Princess bravely from the biggest incident three years ago," I introduced myself humbly.

"What incident?"

"You don't know? That's bad."

"I don't need your comment!" He yelled.

"And I don't need your bark. It makes my ears sting," I casually replied, waiting for his next supercilious words before his phone rang.

He read the screen and looked irritated. "I have an urgent stuff. See you tomorrow, Eve. And bye to you, biker."

He left us, picking his phone up and talking to the caller.

Eve POV

"Another girl," I muttered, guessing who the caller was. Unfortunately, Train heard me. He gave me a sad look.

"What?" I glared at him.

"Don't worry, Princess. There're still many other fishes in the sea. You can choose one of them," he comforted me, thinking that I was jealous.

My big mallet soon hit his head.

"What was that for?" Train protested. A big lump on his head.

"You misunderstood. He's a jerk, playing with many girls. I just don't want to deal with him," I explained curtly.

He was surprised. "Does Sven know about it?"

"Huh?"

"You were bullied. He-"

"Let's go home and don't tell Sven about this," I cut off and then changed the topic, "Do you know what Sven cooked for dinner?"

"He didn't cook anything. The mission will start tomorrow so he's buying new tools and ammunitions. He asked me to pick you up and take you dinner because he'll go home late. Are you hungry?"

I nodded and blushed when my stomach gave a loud grumble.

He chuckled. "So, let's have dinner!"

To be continued ….