Saved By A Hot Stranger
Emma
Charles released me, and my knees gave up on me, which caused me to crash to the floor, while I tried to find my breath. I was literally gasping for breath.
“Who are you? Don’t try to meddle in business.”
I heard Charles threaten; however, an unfamiliar hand wrapped around me, supporting me to my feet. It was confusing and shocking, and I couldn’t help but lift my gaze to stare up at the stranger, but in that moment he turned to Charles, leaving only his side profile for me, and just from the sight, I could tell how handsome he was.
The height difference between him and Charles was crazy. I wondered how Charles had the courage to warn him.
“Leave or else you want me calling the police on you for assaulting a lady, I have the CCTV as evidence.” His deep voice sent a chill down my spine. However, his voice and scent were familiar; I couldn’t put them in place, but he did seem familiar.
Charles studied him, staring back and forth between the stranger and me. He began nodding his head, with an annoying smirk plastered to his face, "So this is it, you brought someone here already. Why? Planning to cheat on me, planning to play the victim? Hah, it's always the innocent-looking ones," Says the man I had just caught with another woman on an anniversary. Literally every word he had said was directed at himself because I did no such thing; however, he pulled that card on me.
My eyes stung with tears, and I looked away. It was pathetic crying over such. I don't care about the fact that he was my childhood friend and he had somewhat helped me; he still hurt me, and I wouldn't be naive to push that aside to stick with him like a desperate, clingy girlfriend--I would rather identify as his ex now.
"You still have the mouth to speak, I guess the police will know the best way to shut you up." The man had begun dialing something in his phone when Charles hissed, glaring once last time at me and walking away. My legs had given out on me, but the savior had once again helped me. He walked me to the elevator and only released his arms around me when the elevator doors closed.
“Are you okay?” He asked with a soft voice, the scary, deep voice that sent a chill down my spine had totally been replaced with concern.
I broke down. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. This was the first person aside grandmother who has ever asked about how I feel. Aside from my grandmother and a certain savior, no one has ever asked me such and so his words defrosted the ice I had tried to keep around my heart, and now it ached more.
“Have this,” He handed over a handkerchief to me. I hesitated to take it, just from the looks, it was no ordinary handkerchief, it had a famous label on it, and his scent on it was evidence that he still used it.
“You can wash it and return it later,” He muttered.
I stared up at him. This time, he was totally in full view, I was facing him, and his eyes were locked with mine. My heart fluttered, not because he was alluring, but because his eyes held so much care at the same time it seemed like he was staring at the stars. Probably because I rarely ever saw people look at me this way, I was able to distinguish the look in people‘s eyes, especially when it came to care. Just like that, my eyes traveled to his lips, and I couldn’t help but notice how his top lip was slightly curved with a cupid, while his bottom lip was fuller; the overall texture looked smooth and soft, almost pulling me in to get a deeper look or a deeper feel.
He took a step closer to me and another, and another, while I did the same till I was backed against the metallic walls of the elevator.
“Your eyes seems to be asking for something” He whispered when we were just inches apart, my eyes stared up at him with uncertainty, the issue with Charles locked out of the elevator as I was captivated by the tall and drop-dead gorgeous man standing just a few inches away, the space between us was so little, I could stand on my toes and press a kiss to his lips. His lips.
“You started it,” I managed to speak. He did start this, staring at me like I was an angel sent to him, even Charles never stared at me that way. Just as my eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips, he did the same.
“You are too pretty to cry, princess, and he’s an asshole to make you shed tears.” Something flipped inside of me at his words and his next action. He wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumb, while his warm breath that smelled like alcohol and mint hit my nostrils. I love his scent, I want to taste it.
Something certainly had come over me; my heart was beating faster than it ever had, and his touch had ignited an electric current throughout my veins.
The elevator dinged open, and only then did I realize all that time I wasn’t headed downstairs, I was headed to this right in front of me. A freaking penthouse.
“I can make you forget about him, princess,” He muttered with a seductive tone.
“If you want me to help you forget him, come in with me,” He gestured, and my heart leaped. Not that I didn't want him, I wanted him so bad, to explore him and let him explore me, despite my insecurities. But I also feared this was cheating.
Should I get in with him, or let the steel door shut and return home with a broken heart?
"Is this just about forgetting him...or is there something more?"