Billionaire's Debt

Chapter Two

I wanted to thank him for helping me and ask him how he found me but i stood there rooted in my place, trying to comprehend what he said. He probably said that to save me but why even lie when he smashed this guy's nose and could do more damage to him without any help.

Maybe the manipulation worked to slow his opponent. Though it didn't look like he needs the other guy to slow down. Anger is radiating from him—which is enough to crush the man—and i could feel it even when he's six feet away from me.

Maybe I'm just seeing things again.

Metting a hot guy today might be making me dizzy, turning everything I'm seeing into visions but not reality. Who would have thought my mind is soo weak that it congures imagination as reality.

My imagination is what makes me, me but this is too much even for me.

The bleeding man on the other hand didn't seem like an imagination. That's real and everything I'm feeling is real.

There are no one around to stop this strange man in a suit and no one around to save the bleeding man. Both of them could be part of a crime gang and my saviour might be taking revenge but not save me. Saving could have happened without him wanting.

Good for me that it did happen.

I was about to step away and run when a hand latched onto my wrist with a vice like grip. I turned, terrified that the bloddied man is probably offering me as a gift but the person that held me is the man that saved me.

He's scary with his broad shoulders and inhuman height that could crush me if he wants. A chill ran down my spine as i realised how tiny i look behind him. I didn't speak as he dragged me away from the alley. My lips seemed to be glued together.

If not what would I ask?

Hello! You hit that man very methodically and now it's time to use the same on me to remove evidence.

Oh damn! He's trying to erase evidence!

Why didn't i think of it before?

Stupid, stupid me!

I tried to stop him somehow but he's unbothered. He walked as if he's on a mission with longer strides, dragging me along but not once loosening his grip on me. I stumbled sometimes and am almost running but he didn't care.

How long are his stupid legs?

Turning around I tried to spot someone who could help but there are no one around.

Everyone seemed to go home only when i need help.

Of course the one day i decide to go out late and come home late has to be the day I'm in trouble.

This is what I get for being an ignorant child. Louise asks me to come home before dark for a reason and i always rolled my eyes. Now, I see why she did...so that men like him wouldn't trouble me.

He stopped and turned to me. Is he going to do the deed and throw my body onto the road? Make it seem like an accident?

I shouldn't be watching those murder mysteries.

"When a car comes here, get in and behave. No mischief."

His eyes spoke with soo much intensity, trying to say everything he couldn't with words. I would pee my pants if I'm not thinking of a way to escape. I looked down at my feet and limply nodded my head to avoid meeting his eyes.

This man is cray cray and i need to get out of here A S A P!

The vice like grip on my hand loosened and i shrugged his hand and ran as fast as i can but my skirt seemed to slow me down than my usual phase. If I'd known that I'll be running away from a crazy mysterious man...I'd probably wear my jammies and sleep under my duvet like a pig.