FIX MY CAR... I'LL FIX YOUR HEART

CHAPTER 1

"Fuck! Did you just hit my car?" I growl at the man in front of me. Well, not exactly growl, because I'm too sophisticated for that term. But hey, this man just hit my car and I'm so fucking angry. "Are you blind or something?"

The man just scratch his mohawk hair in front of me. Disgusting. That hair. Like eew! "I'm sorry. I was somewhat distracted."

I narrow my eyes at her, "Somewhat distracted? Like texting or you're drunk?"

He shake his head, "No, I'm not drunk. Please don't call the police. I will fix this." he said then inspect the scratch at the back of my car. My lights are also broke. I clench my fist. I'm so angry.

I just came from Paris and this is my welcome gift? Totally irritating, to say the least.

"What are we going to do about that, huh? I'm late for my appointment!" I said, raising my voice.

"I'm really sorry. I know you're angry at me-"

"Obviously!" I cut him off, glaring at him.

"I'm have a friend who owns a machine shop, so if it's okay with you? Let's just go there?" he said hopefully.

I exhale a deep breath. I can't go driving around in LA with my car looking like this! It's embarrassing.

I cross my arms while leaning against my car, impatiently waiting for this mohawk guy talking to this petite brunette girl with a big nose. I can't help but to notice, her nose is really distracting. Not my fault.

I follow them with my eyes as they walk towards another car. The mohawk guy lean down as he talks to someone beneath the car. I can only see the view of his shoes.

Eew. I can't imagine myself below a car. This is one hell of a dirty job. I hope he doesn't smell bad. I don't want to talk to a greasy, old man.

I stop staring at them, instead I look at my perfectly manicured fingernails.

After a few minutes, I'm really getting impatient, this mohawk guy is taking so long talking to his friend. Aren't they gonna fix my car or what?

I walk towards them, my stiletto boots making a clicking sound, then raise my eyebrow at the big nose girl, one hand on my hip.

"Is your friend gonna fix my car? I'm really getting impatient here." I said, giving her by best glare. The mohawk guy stands straight, and moves away from me. Good. I'm intimidating, I know. I still have it.

I was glaring at the mohawk guy when the mechanic roll himself away from the bottom of the car.

He was already standing behind me when he spoke. "Just do it Puckerman. I have so many things to do and i don't have time for an impatient customer." he said. Oh wait. A woman's voice.

I turn around, raising my perfect eyebrow, and then my jaw drops.

Because in front of me is a gorgeous brunette with killer sexy body. She is wearing pants that is dangerously below her hip line, exposing her flat abs. Her white tank top is just enough to cover her boobs thus exposing her flat abs again. She has a pierce navel that I want to run my tongue there. Yeah. Right there.

My eyes flew back again on her pretty face. She has hazel brown eyes and luscious plump lips.

She also has grease all over her pretty face but I don't mind. She is fucking gorgeous.

I was still busy staring at her when I heard someone clear his throat.

"This is Santana Lopez. The co-owner of this shop. She is the best mechanic here in LA." the mohawk guy said, his tone sounds that he is fighting back a smile. I want to look at him if my suspicion is true but I was busy devouring such a pretty sight in front of me.

Santana scrunches her eyebrows and looks at the mohawk guy with an annoying stare. Then she turn around and walk away. She ignored me? She fucking ignored me! Me, the supermodel Quinn Fabray! She just ignored me?! Is she blind or something?

But I was never the person to back down.

I want her.

In my bed.

Tonight!

I followed her in her office. She leans down in front of her small size fridge to grab a bottle of water, and I have to say that she has this gorgeous ass. Oh how I love to grind on that ass. Tonight, Quinn. You're gonna grind on that sexy ass. Patience, Fabray. Patience.

"I'm Quinn Fabray. You can call me Quinn." She turn around to face me, her eyes look startled as she scrunch her eyebrows. "I just came back from Paris after a long time of staying there, and your friend hit my car. Making me of course, angry. Sorry for my attitude earlier. Now, I want to know if you could fix it?" I batted my eyelashes at her, giving her my best seductive look. I lick my lips slowly and I want to rejoice when she stares at my lips. Got you. I smirk. "I'm a supermodel, by the way." Smooth Quinn. I need her to know that I'm also a hot piece of ass even though it's obvious. "And I would really appreciate it if you could fix my car." I purred as I walk towards her. My finger caresses her arm as my eyes fix at her luscious lips.

She smirks at me, and touch my wrist. Her skin burns around me and I felt myself getting wet down there as she encircles my wrist. Just one touch and I'm lost.

Fuck.

I want her.

Now.

Not tonight anymore.

Now.

At this very moment.

I flash her a seductive smile as she touch my wrist, she wants me too. I knew it.

I look at her, my other hand reach out on her waist. I flutter my eyes close and starts to lean in.

But then I felt her hand encircles my other hand that settles on her waist. She remove it and moves away from me leaving me waiting for our lips to touch. I open my eyes and there she is, giving me a bored look.

I furrow my eyebrows. I was rejected? Is this happening? This woman rejected me?

"Ms. Fabray." she said. "Sorry but I'm not interested…" she stops, maybe trying to gauge my reaction. I was shocked. No one refuses me. No one! "Not interested in fixing your car." she continues but I have a feeling that she was referring about me. "I have so much work that I need to do. But I have Puckerman, he will fix your car."

"Santana, come on. I have a date today. I'm already late actually. Please fix her car." Puckerman said, startling me as he speaks behind me.

"This is your problem. Not my problem anymore." Santana said, giving me looks that I can't explain. Seems like she is disgusted with me?

Maybe she is straight? That is the only reason why she rejected me, right?

But I can surely make a straight girl take another direction you know. I'm Quinn Fabray, after all.

"Come on, Santana. I'll do everything you want. I'll be your slave for a week." Puckerman begs.

Santana raises her eyebrow. "1 month." she answers.

Puckerman pleads. "2 weeks."

"A month."

"3 weeks?" Puckerman said hopefully.

"1 month. Take it or leave it." Santana said, avoiding my gaze. I was still shocked with the rejection I felt earlier.

"Okay." the mohawk guy said in a defeated tone. "So, can I leave now? I really have a date."

"Go." Santana said to him.

The mohawk guy leave immediately, and I'm so glad that we are alone now. Me and Santana.

"So, you're fixing my car now?" I said in my flirty mode again.

She looks at me, nod her head and walk towards the door of her office.

I follow her.

I stare at her as she inspects my car. I observe how she caresses my car with her fingertips. Oh how i would love those fingers inside of me. Again, just by looking at her, I can feel heat inside my panties. What is wrong with me? Usually, I was the one rocking every woman's world. Now, I'm the one being rocked.

"Give me two days." Santana said.

Two days to rock my world? "Honey, you can have me everyday." I purred.

"Excuse me?" she said, scrunching her eyebrows. "I'm referring to your car." she said.

"Oh." I said, my cheeks reddened. "Two days? That would be okay, I guess."

"Good. So can I have the keys?" she asks.

I fished the keys out of my purse and I walk slowly towards her, "Here it is. Thanks Santana."

She just nod her head. "Okay." She headed towards again in her office. I follow her in her office again, trying to prolong our conversation.

"How much will I owe you?" I ask, as soon as I enter her office. I lock the door behind me that made her head snap.

Her eyes wide as I lean on her desk seductively.

"That will be on Puckerman, don't worry about it." She said, busying herself with papers in front of her.

I'm really getting impatient here. Doesn't she get it already? I'm into her. goddammit!

"Santana, I'm not gonna lie to you anymore. I. Want. You." I said boldly.

She lifted her eyes on me, stopping whatever she's doing.

"Thank god, I got your fucking attention!" I exclaim.

The corner of her mouth twitch, and she crosses her arms on her chest while she leans on her chair. "What do you exactly want, Supermodel Ms. Fabray?"

I lick my lips. "I want you." I repeat.

She laughs at me, a trail of amusement in her eyes. "I'm flattered, really. But I'm not interested." she said.

I felt the pain of rejection but I won't show it in front of her. "Are you straight? That's not a problem honey. I'll make sure I'm going to satisfy you anyway."

"I hate labels." she said in a bored tone, her eyes glued again on the papers scattered on her table. "You can leave now, Ms. Fabray."

I don't give up though. Quinn Fabray never give up.

I went on her side and pulled her chair.

I can get whoever I want, and she won't be an exception.

I unbutton my blouse in front of her and toss it somewhere inside her office.

Her gaze fixed on mine as I straddle her.

Without warning of any sort, I attack her lips, leaving her no room to escape. My hands are on the side of her face.

I kiss her lips, suck them and bite them. I moan deliciously so I could get her to be turn on.

But her lips were still unmoving, and I tried so hard to make her respond. I even grab her hands and place them on my boobs but she didn't grope them either.

I am getting frustrated. It's like I'm kissing a freaking mannequin!

I stop my assault on her.

We stare at each other's eyes.

She gives me an icy stare that I want to shiver.

"Are you done?" she dangerously asked.

I was speechless. Never have I ever experienced this kind of humiliation.

"Good. So can you get off me now?" she said, boredom in her voice.

I didn't move. I am still on a state of shock.

She hold my waist, guiding me off her as she stands.

She picks up my discarded top on the floor and handed it to me.

Then the sound of the door being unlock wake my shock brain. She left me.

I won't forget this day.

I clench my fist.

Santana Lopez, you will pay for this.

You will be mine.

Only mine!

COVER ART BY: KIZZA_IZZA