1 Chapter One

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The ringtone of her alarm woke her up. She wasn't a morning person but for sure was a workaholic. After shutting the clock off, she went towards the bathroom for her daily morning routine. After taking a shower, she wore a robe and walked into her walk-in closet, it wasn't big but just enough for her. She took out a white blouse with red pants paired white stilettos and small white pearls in her ears.

After applying the precise amount of make-up that she did on a daily basis, she walked into her kitchen where Diesel was waiting with his tail wagging from side to side.

Patting him on the head, she continued scratching him which her husky enjoyed the most. "Good morning buddy. Had a good night's sleep?" The black and white dog couldn't help but purr at the attention and affection given to him by his owner. Opening the cabinet she pulled out his food and served it to him. She made herself a cup of coffee and had last night's egg rolls. Finishing her food, she put the dishes in the sink and grabbed her purse and a few files that she brought home last night.

Locking the door, she checked it one more time and walked to the lift, greeting everyone with a nod who came in the way. Coming out of the apartment building, she hailed a taxi and took off in the direction of walker and associates, deciding to not drive her car today. She was the Secretary to the owner who was an old man: old but sweet in nature and strict during work hours.

The watchman nodded to the lovely girl who just walked in. Walking in, she went directly to Mr Walker's cabin through the lift. "Good morning, Mr Walker. How are you today?" The girl asked showing her bubbly nature which the old man loved. He couldn't help but just smile lovingly at the girl in front of him.

"I am fine Alexis. How have you been doing?" The old man asked while adoring her. The young girl of twenty four took care of him as he was her own father. She walked to the cabinet and took out his medicines along with a glass of water and walked to him. "I've been better. I sorted out these files and pointed out the mistakes, please have a look on them." She said putting the files in front of him on his desk.

"I will. You may look through my emails." After saying that, he dismissed her. Walking in her office she dropped her purse, logged into her account and she started working.

A knock came at her door, glancing at the clock she realized how long she had been working for. It was the watchman who knocked. He was giving her a disapproving glance, "Ms Williams, you're young blood. Go out. Enjoy yourself. Stop stressing yourself so much you'll have wrinkles before you turn thirty."

She couldn't help but laugh, she replied, "I've been through a lot, Marcus, I've trust issues. But if I come across one I'll let you know." Marcus left with a polite nod and a smile on his face. Getting up, she collected her stuff and walked towards the exit.

It was dark and there were no taxis available at the moment, so she walked to the subway. As she was walking, thinking about the new proposal, she heard slurry voice of a man.

"That ass looks right real tight in those pants." He laughed following her from behind.

Turning around she saw a drunken man inching towards her fast. He came closer and pulled her closer to him and grabbed her ass in a painful rough grip. She couldn't think of anything but kicking his jewels and running away.

'God no, I am so not getting raped or mugged tonight.'

She took off, she didn't know where she was heading to but she could hear the man chasing her. All she wanted was to outrun him at all costs and since thinking while running was never a good option, she bumped into someone. Before she could fall she had arms wrapped around her, looking up and she stared at the man in front. His eyes were cold but captivating. She held his biceps and could tell he was a really strong person. His jawline was well defined. She looked at him and saw him doing the same. He was taking in her features as well.

They both were broken out of their trance when the drunkard guy approached.

"I'll have her first, you take the seconds." The man who held her stabled her on her feet and the rose of his original height on hearing that. He was really tall.

He made by her 5'9 with heels feel small.

Her saviour approached the drunken man who had a knife in his hand this time and pierced it in his left upper arm. Alexis gasped and took a step back in fear only to be stopped when a glare was thrown her way. The man pushed the drunkard and held him by his collar. He punched the man in the face and knocked him out.

She could swear she heard a bone cracking.

As if knocking him out wasn't enough, the man kicked the side of his face making sure that he wouldn't be up for a few good hours. As if knocked out of her trance, she saw the man turning around but she could see the crimson colour liquid flowing out of his hand, his arm was bleeding. She hesitantly approached him and spoke, "You're bleeding, sir. Please let me take you to the hospital and-"

He cut her off in the middle, not wanting to waste his time, "No it's alright. You do not need to me pay back." The man spoke in a very heavy accent. His voice was heavy too.

"No, please, it's not payback you're bleeding, I could patch you up. Please." At least the guilt won't eat her up now for letting him bleed after saving her.

'And secretly pay you back as well,' A cheeky smile came to her lips as she saw him asking her to lead the way. Her principles won't allow her to let the man walk away after helping her.

"Don't you have a car?" he asked as she started to walk.

"um no, not today." She answered. He looked at her weird, before taking out his phone and calling someone. A car came and he had opened the door for her, sitting inside himself, they followed her directions, home.

She greeted the guard who was intimidated by the presence of the man next to her. Her naivety was something that he was intrigued by. 'How could she not tell?' He thought. When she twisted the lock, she looked up at him and said, "Please, come in." She smiled, inviting him in.