King & Hustler Pg 4[First Fight]

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DonnaHarvey

@DonnaHarvey

Sparkler

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Posted: 11 years ago

Author's Note: Remember the young love story Set Fire to The Rain? I wrote it back in 2012-13)? Well, that's the vibe of this story in case you were wondering. No formal introduction will be posted. Here goes nothing:

First Meeting

I sat in the middle of an unknown Australian bar downing my third glass of scotch for the night. Faint chants of "Aussie, aussie, aussie" could be heard in a distance and mama right here was not pleased. My head was pounding like someone took a hammer to it and I was one nail away from pulling them Aussies' pants down and ripping their bollocks apart with my bare hands.

"'ello" the bartender greeted the new patron who came up too close for comfort. I turned around to take a look at this personal space invading bafoon. What was this? The 1990s. That haircut was banned in the year 2000 or your 21st birthday, whichever came first.

"Blue suits you", he raised his glass toward me.

"I make any color look good", I accepted the compliment the way a Madhu should.

"Bet it'll look even better..."

Do not finish that sentence Mr. One Direction in a suit! Don't you dare unless you want me dancing on a deadbody tonight, shut your lips now.

He seemed to have got the hint as he went for a swig of his grasshopper instead. Grasshopper? Really?

Do I have to teach the boy how to tie his shoelaces too now? Where are all the men of the world when you need them? This sidepiece is still a little wet behind the ears if you ask me.

"Care for a cigar". He took out his cuban, presumably to flaunt his wealth.

"No smoking inside", I nodded my head and went back to drinking. One more peg and I would be sweating scotch in the morning.

"I know", he winked. "That's why I am going to take you outside".

I had the "f**k off before I make you" face on. He didn't budge.

"...in my Bentley".

"Really kid? Really?" I didn't realize when I blurt out my words.

"See me in bed and then we'll talk about being a kid". Egotistic much?

"I don't sleep with children". Low blow Madhubala, should not have said that.

"I don't either".

He was not backing down easy.

"God!" I had no words left.

"I prefer Rishabh Kundra, God is too formal".

Okay, his ego was the size of amchi Mumbai.

"Want to go stargazing on the rooftop of Taj Hotel?"

This guy was a tool, from his silver colored mane to his smoking slipper heels (oh yes, he was wearing heels alright), he was a pretentious tool.

"I politely decline the offer".

"Cheers!" He sat his arse down. Surprising.

"You know I got a Porche too if you are into that sorta thing..."

Flirting 101 people! This guy needed a crashcourse and soon. So, generous as I am, I decided to take pity on his toddler form.

"Two Miu Miu bags and I will go for a drive for five minutes".

"Make that an hour".

"Fifteen".

"Fifty".

"Forty"

"Done"

Well, he got me. I threw my coat over his elbow and stood by the door waiting for him to push it open. If I was going to teach the boy how to woo a lady, I was going to do it right.

Edited by DonnaHarvey - 11 years ago

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SreeRK

@SreeRK

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Posted: 11 years ago

The lady leads in your stories are one hell of woman's..love them:)

Hope the kid surprises her😉

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vimala jersha

@christobelle

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Posted: 11 years ago

this is just awesome

i have not read set fire to the rain of urs

can i get a link?

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rdave1

@rdave1

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Posted: 11 years ago

Loved everything about this. Can't wait to read more.

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sanghita0000

@sanghita0000

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Posted: 11 years ago

WOW!! interesting...I loved madhu & RK in this..😊

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Momi

@momi78

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Posted: 11 years ago

Seriously how do you come up with these ideas? Too good, woman! Carry on ...

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DonnaHarvey

@DonnaHarvey

Sparkler

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Posted: 11 years ago

Sealing the Deal

I looked up at the roof of his bentley, the dim lighting casting a shadow on his back. He was relaxed, almost at home in that moment. I could not put my finger to it but something changed inside that car. He finally looked like a grown up.

"Two Miu Miu bags for my girl Friday", he gave me that lopsided smile of his as he handed me the latest collection handbags with my name engraved in cursive on the zipper ends.

"How did you...?"

I did not bother to finish the sentence. It was useless. I knew now this had been a proposition.

"Work for me".

"I have no master", I cited some movie that couldn't quite remember.

"Neither do I so I say we'll get along chummy".

I took a swig of the champagne he'd pulled out.

"I'll pay you five times the usual".

"Honey, you can't afford my usual".

"Try me".

"Five million. No court hearing".

"Make that ten. And a dinner date". The way he talked then I could tell he is full of it.

"I am listening".

"Oh, you want me to brief you about the problem?"

I nodded in an affirmative.

"Isn't that your job?" Was this bitch f**king with me now? Somebody hold my stilettos cause I was about to pound him down.

"If you don't tell mommy where it hurts child, I can't help you". There, now beat that. Ha!

"I had a wet dream..."

Oh here we go...

"You were cat woman wearing that leather suit that had my name written all over it. I was Clark Kent and you were swooning at my lycra onesie, your eyes nervously making their way down south. We made out"

"Okay, enough. I don't do nervous, not even in dreams", I said.

"But, but, there was whipping cream involved".

"Like that changes everything", I almost screamed.

"You're only saying that because you haven't seen me in action yet".

"You keep telling yourself that Kundra".

"Wait till I get you alone".

"You have me alone".

"Does that mean I have permission?" Yup, total disney kid.

"In your dreams maybe".

"I am blessed in company indeed", he laughed.

I asked the driver to stop in front of my firm. I was not about to let this sucker find his way back into my penthouse.

"Going in early?" he leaned against the car window with folded arms undressing me with that lustful eye of his.

"I am a busy woman sir".

"Well, atleast now I don't look like a kid to you", he said.

"You still do. Only your daddy's money earns you a word of courtesy around here".

"Does it earn me a date with you?"

"Don't push it".

"But you promised", he whined like the toddler that he was.

"I promise a lot of things. I don't always deliver". I fabulously walked away.

He followed me to the elevators tricking the security by sticking close to me.

"Oh my your arse is something else".

"Tell me something I don't know".

I could feel him burning holes into my chest.

"My face is up here", I narrowed my brow to drop a hint.

"And my jaw is on the floor. Bless the god who made you".

"And curse the one who put you next to me".

"You're blaming the wrong person, I come from the devil you see". Okay, he was hard to get rid of.

He watched in awe the stacks of vinyl records covering the walls of my office. "Marry me", he squealed in mock excitement.

"Try rebirth and maybe I will consider".

"Is my eyeliner the problem", he said pointing to the two flat dots on his face. "Because I can always apply more".

"Even a surgeon can't fix 'that'", I gave him my best stink eye.

"Seriously, more eyeliner?"

"Spare me, you'll turn into a panda".

"That means I am bear enough to jump you right now?"

"You don't know the first thing about being a bear".

"A wolf then?"

"Try bambi".

"That's harsh".

"And well deserved. Now out of my office".

His eyes suddenly shifted to a portfolio on my table.

"What do we have here? Aha! You were planning of seducing me anyway so why the pretense".

"Correction, not you, your hedge-fund. Which is technically your dad's".

"So you know my dad?"

"I know everyone, I am Madhubala".

"And yet you claim you don't know me".

"I know you. Another rich kid who doesn't know a hard day's work".

"True. But I can pull a hard night if you let me".

Total sleaze!

"Why me?"

"Because you're Madhubala".

"Fair enough".

The boy knew how to flatter. What the heck! There was a time for hunting men and then there were times for shopping boy toys.

"What will you do if I am old enough to breastfeed you?"

"Do not delude yourself. This", he pointed to his face, "is the work of a Beverly Hills doctor. I'll give you his number, you should try him".

Umm, no sir you do not out do me in my own house. I pulled out my business card. "How about no". I shook his hand.

"Madhubala Malik. Lawyer by day, heartbreaker by night. Model by birth".

DonnaHarvey: If you thought these two were a handful, wait till you mean their future children. Those little devils are sure to give mummy and daddy a run for their money.