Anirudh was already gone—soul straight-up yeeted. When Aurora dropped to a crouch, he clocked what was coming: a scene ripped from those Japanese AVs he'd snuck glances at. He'd fantasized about this forever, but damn, it crashed into him like a runaway train. Is that killer face of hers staring up? Too hot, too wild—he'd kill for this train to never hit the brakes...
Bang, bang, bang... Right as he prayed for an endless ride, a frantic knock shattered the vibe, yanking them back to the real world. "Train's pulling in—move it!" some jackass barked. Anirudh saw red—ready to smash the door and turn the guy outside into ground meat. You prick, don't you know jacking up a good time's a one-way ticket to hell? Couldn't hold off a damn second? This was the money shot!
Aurora's heat fizzled out, leaving a sour, longing look his way. He shot back the same pissed-off glare. What kind of twisted crap is this? Timing this perfectly has to be a sick joke. "You deaf? Out now, or I'm popping the lock!" The conductor's voice grated again. "Chill, we're coming..." Anirudh roared, choking down his fury. No way around it—if the guy busted in and caught them mid-act, they were toast.
Aurora stood, all regret, smoothing her wrinkled gear. Anirudh whined, "Aurora, I'm dying over here..." "Relax, babe. You've got my number—hit me up in Chicago. I'll make it worth your while..." She grazed his lips with a quick kiss, then flung the door wide, strutting out past the gobsmacked conductor like a queen. Anirudh threw the guy a look that could kill before swaggering out, Aurora's sweet taste still buzzing on his lips.
"Damn, banging this bold—I've seen it all..." The conductor muttered, just loud enough to ping Anirudh's ears. He nearly spun to rip the guy a new one, but the car's stew of envy and hate locked him down. His ego wasn't steel-plated yet. Brushing past Aurora, he tossed her a sly, loaded grin. She hit him back with a sultry smirk, eyes flashing like a tease.
Some dude nearby was eating his heart out. Should've been me if I'd grown a pair! Lucky I flagged the conductor fast—no way that dime was getting wasted on this clown. They didn't have time to seal the deal. Anirudh grabbed his bag, but something gnawed at him. Train stopping or not, a conductor might nudge you to hurry—why threaten to bust in? Unless he knew it was a party of two, not a solo pit stop. How'd he sniff that out?
His eyes scanned, landing on a smug, taunting smirk. That guy—same age, gloating like a champ—Anirudh got it. That jealous punk ratted me out. Better not catch you solo, or I'll wipe that grin off your face! The near-miss had him raging inside. The PA sang out the stop, and the train rolled to a halt. Folks shuffled off, bags in tow, Anirudh shadowing Aurora.
He was about to play gentleman when the buzzkill swaggered up. "Hey, hot stuff, my buddy's grabbing me—need a lift?" Smelling Aurora's vibe, the guy puffed up. He figured he had Anirudh beat in looks and drip—no way this scrub could pull her if he couldn't. "Nah, my ride's good." Aurora shut him down flat, nodding at a sleek black Audi A8. She spun to Anirudh, "Call me, little Anirudh..." A wink and she grabbed her suitcase, strutting off.
The driver popped out, all respect, stashing her bag and swinging her door open. She slid in, and he hustled back to the wheel. The Audi purred away, the window dropping to flash Aurora's killer face. She mimed a call, blew a kiss, and rolled it up. Watching it peel out, Anirudh's gut twisted. Missed it by a hair!
"Pfft, you think she's into you? With that setup, she's a boss lady—you're just her chew toy..." The snubbed punk sneered. "Screw you!" Anirudh's fuse blew. He swung hard, smashing the guy's nose—blood sprayed, and he ate pavement. "You hit me? Know who my dad is?" The guy clutched his face, scrambling up, stunned.
"Don't care—you screwed me, so I'm screwing you!" Still hot, Anirudh kicked his gut, dropping him again. "You're dead! My dad runs Chicago's Login Group—you're finished!" The guy spat, crawling up but too chicken to swing. Anirudh didn't bite. Login? What's that garbage? Rings zero bells.
"Here's my dad—check the ride. Sweet, huh? Beg now, and I might cut you slack..." The guy perked, pointing at a Mercedes E350 like it was a throne. Then a silver-black blur roared past, screeching to a stop by Anirudh. It'd been masked by the Mercedes 'til now. But when that slick, mean silver-black beast rolled up, the guy's jaw hit the floor, blood forgotten. "Lamborghini Reventón?!"
Chicago's got one of these? "Yup, my old pal Eleanor's wheels. She's here for me," Anirudh shrugged, chill as ice. "Your old pal?" Shock hit the guy, laced with a scoff. This clown's flexing to freak me out. Then the Lamborghini's door flipped up, and a tall goddess stepped out.
White blouse, black blazer hugging her killer curves, mini skirt, black stockings on endless legs, and sharp heels—she was mature fire. Her face was unreal, young and fresh, but her aura screamed seasoned vixen. "Anirudh..." She clocked him, darting over to yank him into a bear hug. Seeing this sleek siren wrap up scruffy Anirudh, the guy's smirk melted into pure shock. This broke-ass nobody bagged that hot cougar and a stacked, gorgeous old flame? Am I tripping, or is the universe?