Chapter 250: Unexpected Hero

Holly’s POV

Thank God! Someone is here to save me.

The door didn’t just open. It detonated.

Wood shards flew everywhere, the frame splintering with a crack that echoed like a thunderclap. Cold hallway air blasted in, carrying the sharp, familiar bite of a familiar cologne mixed with pure fury.

And there he was.

Justin…my supposed friend. The guy who’d vanished from my life after my car accident like I’d suddenly become radioactive despite all my desperate texts and calls…standing in the wreckage like some shirtless action hero who’d lost his damn mind.

His hair was a mess, eyes absolutely feral, chest heaving under the thin white undershirt that clung to every ridge of muscle. The two security officers behind him looked like they’d been dragged into a bar fight they hadn’t signed up for.

I was slumped against the wall, blouse in tatters, bra on full display, cheek stinging like fire, scalp throbbing from the hair-yank. Tears were still pouring down my face in hot, messy streaks.

And the creep…oh God, the creep…was still half-sprawled, pants unzipped, his pathetic little dick dangling out like a sad, shriveled worm that had given up on life. It bobbed comically every time he moved, pink and limp under the harsh hallway light.

I can’t believe that he terrorized those girls with this little sausage.

He whipped around at the explosion, dick still flopping side to side like a broken metronome as he tried to process the cavalry.

Justin’s eyes hit me first…scanning the bruises, the ripped clothes, the absolute terror I couldn’t hide…and I saw something in him break.

Then his gaze dropped to the guy’s exposed junk.

The creep, apparently allergic to self-awareness, decided this was the perfect moment to defend his honor.

“Woah bro, relax! She was begging for it! Chicks line up for this premium sausage…I’m literally doing her a solid here! Why are you guys interrupting us?”

Premium sausage. I almost choked on a hysterical sob-laugh.

Justin didn’t say a word. He just roared…this deep, animal sound that made him more masculine than I’ve ever viewed him as and charged.

He grabbed the guy by the throat and flung him off me like he weighed nothing. The creep airborne for a second, dick helicoptering wildly, before he crashed into the dresser. The mirror shattered while the lamp toppled. The wine glass smashed, red splashing everywhere like cheap horror-movie blood.

The douchebag scrambled, trying to stand, his pathetic dick still out, now slapping against his thigh with every panicked twitch. “You don’t get it, man! They call me The Panty Melter! This is charity work…she’ll thank me later!”

Justin’s fist connected with his face before he could finish the last word. Crunch. Blood sprayed in a perfect arc, some of it landing on the creep’s own sad nugget.

“Touch her again,” Justin snarled while delivering another punch, “and I’ll feed that cocktail wiener to you.”

“Mind your own damn business bro!” He yelled back at Justin. “It’s not the size that matters, it’s the motion of the ocean!” he wailed nasally, blood bubbling. “I’ve got testimonials! Five stars on Yelp!”

The security officers finally jumped in, shouting “You better behave sir. The police are en route!” as they wrestled Justin back. One tried to grab his arm…Justin shrugged him off like a fly.

The other tackled the creep, slamming him face-down…finally, mercifully, shoving the “premium sausage” back into his pants before cuffing him.

But the idiot kept going, voice muffled against the carpet. “Ask Amber! She gave me a glowing review! Said it was like being tickled by a magic unicorn! All my bitches loved it. She will love it too if you all just step outside for 10 minutes.”

10 minutes? With that thing? What a joke!

One officer yanked him up. “Shut it, porn star.”

“The name is unicorn of love, bro! You’re interrupting art!”

They dragged him out, his voice echoing down the hall… “Google me! ‘Downtown Destroyer’ hundreds of satisfied customers!”

“What the hell?” Justin muttered when they left, but I could hear the creep still yelling down the hall…something idiotic about suing everyone, how we’d “beg for his dick again” until a hard thud and sudden silence suggested someone finally shut him up properly.

Justin dropped to his knees in front of me, hands shaking as they hovered. He’d lost his overshirt somewhere in the chaos, and the undershirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to him.

His knuckles were shredded, blood dripping onto the carpet.

“Holly,” he rasped, voice breaking on my name. “Holly, look at me. Are you okay?”

I couldn’t stop the sobs…ugly, heaving, uncontrollable. My whole body shook like I was freezing.

He stripped off the undershirt in one motion…leaving him completely shirtless, skin hot and glistening…and wrapped it around me, tucking it gently to cover what the creep had exposed. It smelled like Justin…warm, safe, familiar.

Then he pulled me into his arms, cradling me against his bare chest. I buried my face in his neck, clinging like he was the only real thing left in this entire mess.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, rocking me. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

Hearing those words and thinking about what could have happened if he didn’t come sooner, I bawled harder, fingers digging into his back.

“That dude is a total freak. And with that size?” He said, shaking his head in disappointment.

I hiccuped a laugh through the tears…half hysteria, half genuine amusement at how utterly delusional that douchebag was.

Justin’s arms tightened. “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t get here faster.”

But the realization dawned on me just then. Wait. Justin is here?

That doesn’t make sense. How did he know to come here?

Relief washed over me, fast and unwanted…but it curdled just as quickly.

Because this wasn’t luck.

Unless… Has he been spying on me?

I pulled back just enough to look up at Justin, tears still streaming. “How” My voice cracked. “How did you know? Why are you even… We haven’t talked since—”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, guilt and relief colliding on his face.

“I never stopped looking out for you,” he said quietly. “After the accident… I panicked because I was a coward… A big one.”

His jaw tightened. “I kept blaming myself for not stopping you from leaving that day…for letting David talk to you the way he did. You didn’t deserve it. When I heard about what happened, I couldn’t face you because it was my fault. You were there in the first place because I called you over. If only I had stopped you from leaving that day…”

He hesitated, then admitted, “So sometimes… I followed you from a distance, because I was too ashamed to look you in the eye.”

His eyes held mine. “Today was one of those days. I was downstairs, thinking you had a meeting. Then something felt wrong. I came up…and I heard you screaming.”

Justin tightened his arms around me, one hand cradling the back of my head, fingers gentle where the creep had yanked my hair. “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t get here sooner, Holly.”

Sirens grew louder outside, but silence enveloped the both of us.

I stared at him, tears still falling, chest heaving.

The guy who’d ghosted me had just saved me.

And as I clung to his bare shoulders, shaking and safe and completely overwhelmed, all I could think was… what if he wasn’t following me?