Master of Lust-Chapter 209: The Cougar
Chapter -209
As they exited the café, Rick wasted no time in setting a brisk pace, his steps purposeful and determined. The old matriarch, trailing behind him, found herself struggling to keep up, her age and elegance conflicting with the urgency of Rick’s stride.
She half-expected him to offer her an arm for support, as any gentleman would, but to her surprise, he seemed oblivious to her, forging ahead without a second thought. Continue your journey with novelbuddy
Left with no choice but to quicken her own pace, the old lady hurried to match Rick’s speed, her heels clicking against the pavement in a hurried rhythm. The effort showed on her face, her delicate features tensed with the exertion of keeping up with his relentless pace. Her pearl earrings swung with each step, a subtle reminder of the struggle to maintain her poise amidst the rush.
As they neared the college campus, the old matriarch couldn’t help but voice her confusion. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty and a hint of agitation.
But Rick seemed to have developed selective hearing, completely ignoring the old woman’s attempts at conversation. Frustrated by his indifference, she decided to save her breath and simply followed in silence, resigned to her fate.
As they approached the parking area, Rick’s prized possession came into view—a sleek, gleaming Range Rover that practically screamed luxury. Its polished exterior caught the sunlight, casting a dazzling reflection that seemed to beckon the old matriarch closer. The metallic paint shimmered in the clear sky, every curve and contour meticulously crafted to perfection.
Caught in the moment, the old lady couldn’t help but wonder where exactly Rick intended to take her in such style. Her furrowed brow betrayed her confusion as she glanced at the car, her mind racing with questions, ’Where is he taking me?’
Sensing her apprehension, Rick finally acknowledged her presence with a gesture towards the car, silently urging her to get in. With a sense of impatience, he slid into the driver’s seat, expecting her to follow suit. However, the old matriarch’s reluctance was palpable, her frown deepening.
As Rick impatiently waited for the old lady to join him inside the car, frustration seeped into his voice. "Could you please hop in quickly?" he urged, his tone tinged with irritation. Despite her obvious reluctance, the old matriarch eventually complied, her movements betraying more of a sense of resignation than willingness.
With a cold look directed at Rick, she opened the back door and settled into the plush leather seats of the Range Rover, her frown deepening with each passing moment.
The Old Matriarch wanted to have the upper hand, if she couldn’t win over him in the war of words, she was just going to show him his place, she is going to treat him as nothing but her driver.
Rick met her gaze through the rearview mirror, a silent exchange of tension lingering between them as they prepared to embark on their journey.
Inside the luxurious confines of the car, the aroma of opulence enveloped them, casting a sense of comfort and extravagance in the air. The soft leather seats cradled them in luxury, offering a respite from the chaos of the outside world.
Expecting some form of conversation from the old matriarch, Rick glanced her way, only to find her silent and stoic. With a resigned sigh, he decided to let the matter rest, turning his attention back to the road ahead.
With a powerful roar, the engine sprung to life as Rick set the car in motion.
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As the car continued to devour the miles, the old lady’s curiosity grew like a weed, choking her with unanswered questions. For the past fifteen minutes, she had stubbornly maintained her facade of nonchalance, her frown etched firmly upon her features.
However, her gaze eventually drifted to Rick’s hands, which deftly maneuvered the steering wheel, guiding them on their mysterious journey. With a hesitant resolve, she finally decided to break the silence, her voice carrying a hint of defiance as she inquired about their destination.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her tone sharp and tinged with suspicion.
At the sound of her voice, Rick couldn’t help but let a grin slip onto his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement. With a sense of authority, he began to explain their purpose.
"Before we can proceed with curing your husband," he declared, his words laden with significance, "There are a few things you must do. They will demonstrate your value as an asset rather than a liability."
Rick’s words, buzzed the lady’s mind. The old lady’s confusion deepened, leading her eyebrows to frown. She struggled to understand the meaning of Rick’s words and was equally confused of what it meant to prove her worthiness.
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After cruising for another ten to fifteen minutes, the Range Rover rolled to a stop, and Rick gracefully emerged from the driver’s seat, his movements exuding confidence and poise. However, the old lady remained firmly planted in her seat, her eyes fixed on Rick with a sense of expectation.
Outside, the air was crisp, and the sunlight danced playfully on the pavement. As Rick stood outside the car, he waited for a moment, expecting the old lady to follow suit and join him, hoping to hear her footsteps echoing against the asphalt, but all he heard was the silence.
A crease of frustration formed on his brow as he glanced back at her, puzzled by her reluctance.
With a perplexed expression, he gestured for her to exit the vehicle, wondering what was causing the delay. Yet, despite his urging, the old lady remained rooted to her seat, her expression unreadable as she stared back at him. Rick’s confusion deepened, his frustration mounting with each passing second.
Growing increasingly impatient, Rick strode purposefully towards the car door, his amusement morphing into frustration with each step. He gestured for the old Matriarch to open the door from inside, but she remained stubbornly seated, her refusal to budge only fueling his irritation.
"Seriously? Do you think this is the time to play princess? You’re centuries past that stage!" Rick exclaimed, his arms thrown up in exasperation. He had reached the end of his patience with the old Vampire’s antics.
However, his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the old Matriarch continued to glare at him from within the confines of the car, her expression unyielding.
"Come on, don’t tell me you don’t even know how to open a car door?" Rick suddenly exclaimed, a flicker of realization dawning in his eyes. But before he could offer assistance, the old Matriarch vehemently rejected his suggestion with a sharp shake of her head.
With a resigned sigh, Rick took matters into his own hands, yanking open the car door with a frustrated jerk. His irritation was palpable as he mocked the old lady’s apparent inability to perform such a simple task. "Seriously, it’s not rocket science," he teased, his tone laced with sarcasm.
The old lady’s frown deepened as she glared at Rick, her frustration evident in her piercing gaze.
"Are you serious? You really don’t know how to open a car door?" Rick said with a laugh, his amusement echoing around them like the antics of a circus clown. He reached out, his hand stretching towards the door, opened the door for the old Matriarch, ready to assist her.
Rick’s teasing tone and booming laughter only served to aggravate the old lady further. She shot him a defiant glare, her voice tinged with anger. "And with that attitude, you dare to call yourself a gentleman? Is this how a gentleman behaves?"
Rick leaned casually against the car door, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he replied, "Well, darling, a gentleman always lends a helping hand to a lady in need." His voice dripped with mischief, his playful tone contrasting with the old lady’s simmering anger.
With a disgruntled sigh and a deep frown, the old lady cautiously extended her right leg, gingerly stepping out of the car. However, as her foot made contact with the ground, a sudden slip sent her tumbling forward, straight into Rick’s waiting arms. Reacting swiftly, Rick caught her hands, preventing her from hitting the ground.
"Already swooning over my dashing good looks? You damn, cougar," Rick teased, unable to resist poking fun at the situation, "Don’t take my flirting chatter, this seriously," Rick said, laughing.
Balancing herself and regaining her composure, the old woman pulled away from Rick’s grasp, her expression a mix of irritation and anger. "You’re shameless and utterly disgusting," she snapped, her words dripping with disdain.
"Well, I don’t mind your words. But you better be sharper than your words. Otherwise... I won’t be kind," Rick responded with a cheeky grin, but it didn’t feel light-hearted at all.
And with that, Rick walked away towards the entrance of the building, leaving behind the Old Matriarch who could not understand Rick at all.
"This boy..." The old Matriarch muttered, but did not complete her words as she stepped forward to follow behind Rick.
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