C5 My hot driver.

Reign.

I couldn’t stop myself from glaring at the sexy drop dead gorgeous driver. Her hands; perfectly concealed in coal black gloves as they hung on to my steering wheel, were quite a sight to behold. She didn’t take off her sunglasses, which I found quite ridiculous.

As much as I tried, I couldn’t keep focus in the office as she was all I could think of. On the drive back home she finally took off her gloves. The ring struck my eyes on her ring finger. There is a high possibility that she is married.

She looks very young for a wife. Anyone would have fallaciously called her a campus girl. But she is so damn beautiful. She had long black hair, smooth as pearls pale skin, and full heart-shaped lips. Whoever thought of hiring her at the agency knew what they were doing.

Hence, I find it somewhat agitating to have a girl who looks young enough to be my niece drive me to work like I am her grandpa who can’t drive because I’m too old.

I peered at her from my window as she handed the car keys to Carlos. She had a fine, petite- curvy body. She had a majestic walk. It’s like she was seducing me with every step she took. She walked like a queen claiming her territory.

She got into a taxi and left leaving me to wonder who is this girl.

I went to my study to have a look at my emails and do some work, Darn it!

I had left my flash drive in the car in a brown envelope. I took the keys from the shelf and hurried to my car. I obtained the flash drive from the envelope, but as I got out, something caught my eye.

A blue bag below the driver’s seat. I took it with me to the house. When I opened it, there were red, pink, purple, and glittery blue ribbons and a Barbie doll.

I recall seeing her hold the bag; it must be hers. This means she has a child if am not wrong, it’s most likely without fail, a girl.

That night, I couldn’t refrain from thinking about her. Where is her husband when she’s here doing a chauffeur job? I bet she drives a lot of men crazy!

Mom commented she’s excellent at driving. An idea came into my mind. Let’s see if pretty little Miss Fierce is as excellent as her work file suggests. I dialed Andre’s number. He picked it as hastily, as always.

“Sir, “he responded.

I gave him detailed instructions on what to do.

“Okay sir,” he replied

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She made an entrance earlier than anticipated.

“I believe this is yours, “I stated as I handed her the blue bag with her stuff.

She looked agitated. She didn’t take off her glasses. Something tells me there is mystery beneath those glasses, or maybe she has bug-like eyes like a fly. The thought of her staring at me with compound eyes caused me to muffle a chuckle.

“Er... um thank you, sir, “she replied shyly.

She drove me to my office in the busy corporate streets, relatively far from my mansion. She drove so effortlessly.

I can’t discredit the fact that I was appreciative of a lady handling my baby with care. The specifications of this car are custom-made. That’s why whoever drives it has to know what they are doing.

She shot a glance at the rearview and amplified the speed.

“Fasten your seatbelt, sir, we are being followed,” she ordered. As she stepped on the gas, she remained firm, but I was still not convinced.

Things are about to get heated.

I saw a Subaru following from behind, a few cars away. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Without appearing edgy or agitated, she looked calm. She overtook several cars and shifted to the right lane on the highway.

There was a stopover as she dodged through and took a left turn. Taking advantage of the exit, she hastily drove off the highway.

I don’t know where we were going, but I was sure we would make it out. We cruised through a street. She turned left and went straight. There was a heavy truck turning. No way will we make it past it. She boosted the momentum by stepping on the pedal.

Inexplicably, we made it through without a single scratch on the car. It was like a scene out of a movie.

A navy blue Corolla was following and attempting to overtake. She avoided that reality by shifting to the right unexpectedly and down the street, losing the Corolla. She took the entry leading to a tunnel-like road, driving straight and taking a right U-turn going straight.

We were on the highway leading to the city, and the Subaru and the Corolla lost us completely. That was impressive, being the fact that she looked so collected, not hysterical or anxious. She parked the car in the parking lobby.

I had Steve do a background check on my new driver. I want to know more about her especially why she wears those stupid glasses.

The reports were too good to be true. She lived in an orphanage run by a church, left suddenly, did odd jobs like server, hotelier, and home laundry, and has a daughter. Her relationship status is unknown.

What does it mean unknown? She’s likely keeping her private life out of knowledge. Her daughter is six and studies at Madelyn Ville Kindergarten. She’s really beautiful. I wonder which bastard knocked her that she ended up pregnant.

Envy coursed through me at the thought of her and her husband making babies. Reading further, I learned that the girl isn't her biological daughter but Madeline Opium and Josh Drake’s. Who in their right mind would name their kid Opium? The girl’s parents are dead. But still, there was no image of her without shades on.

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She drove me back home later in the evening. She never took off her sunglasses. While we were held up in traffic, she noticed me looking at her.

“What is your name?” I inquired. Though I already knew her name, I wasn’t sure if it was just a nickname she used.

“Katatonia Fierce, sir.” She replied. What a sweet name and voice. It sounded slightly deep and seductive.

“Do you live around here?” I asked.

“Parkville Street, sir,” she answered, exactly as the report mentioned.

“Alone or with your family?” I asked. Just as she was about to answer, my phone rang.

My brother called about some work-related stuff that took me ages to end and arrive at a common ground. We had already arrived home.

I got out of the car and headed to the house to send him a verification number. When the eternal call finally ended, I walked out of the house. She had already left. Carlos handed me the car keys.