Hero

Abigail stormed out of his office, fuming with anger, her mind ablaze with indignation and confusion.

"Who does he think he is? Why would he kiss me without permission? Who gave him that authority? Is this how he flirts with girls? He's got some nerve"

She hissed through clenched teeth as she marched towards the elevator. Stepping inside, her frustration bubbled over, her thoughts racing with a torrent of curses.

"What the fuck was that? That was my first kiss! He's so annoying. I don't ever want to see him again," she yelled, the elevator doors opening to reveal stunned onlookers as she stormed out, her rage palpable in the air.

Dylan watched as Abigail stormed out, his phone buzzing with a call from Dymon.

"What has he done now?" he muttered, answering the call with a sigh. Lucky's deep voice resonated through the phone, his command clear and direct.

"Bring her to me," he said before hanging up. Dylan exhaled slowly, steeling himself for the task ahead.

"Miss Abigail, hold on," he called out, catching her attention. Abigail paused, her expression a mixture of irritation and defiance.

"What is it?" she snapped, her response shocking the bystanders but eliciting only a smile from Dylan."You can't leave, ma'am. The Boss wants to see you" Dylan explained calmly, his words causing Abigail's frown to deepen. "Why does he want to see me? What does he want again? Does he want to f..."

Her voice trailed off as she noticed the scrutiny of those around her. "Tell your boss to go to hell!" she yelled, pushing past Dylan and storming out of the company.

Dylan watched her departure with a knowing smile. "Yeah, you're right. You should be careful. Because you might end up being manipulated and used by him. Whatever he wants, he makes sure he gets," he murmured to himself before heading towards the elevator.

Dylan had sensed something off when Lucky appointed Abigail as his personal assistant. He knew trouble was brewing, and he braced himself for the chaos that was sure to follow.

Lucky observed the events unfold on the CCTV camera with a malicious smile, his gaze fixed on Abigail through the glass wall. "Nothing can stop me from having you. Brace yourself, because I will make sure you become mine," he whispered to himself, his determination unwavering.

He was shocked about himself too, cause this will be the first time he will be desiring someone this much, he didn't even know why he wants her but something about her is making him desire her so much.

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Abigail sought solace in a nearby coffee shop on her way home, hoping to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

Ordering a cup of coffee, she settled into a cozy couch by the window, the warm glow offering a brief respite from the turmoil within. Yet, as she reflected on the day's events, a bitter curse escaped her lips. "I wish we had never met," she muttered, the words laced with frustration and longing.

She knew such wishes were futile; she was now bound to him by employment, trapped in a world of loneliness and uncertainty. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered to herself, a plea to the void for companionship, for relief from the burdens weighing heavily upon her shoulders.

Lost in her reverie, Abigail was jolted back to reality by a soft voice, gently urging her to leave as the coffee shop prepared to close for the night.

Checking the time on her phone, she realized it was already late, far later than she had anticipated.

Apologizing to the staff, she rose from her seat. Stepping out into the cold night air, she scanned the empty streets for a taxi, but none were in sight. With a resigned sigh, she began the long walk home, her footsteps echoing in the silent darkness.

The path to her house was shrouded in an eerie stillness, the restricted area casting a sinister shadow over the deserted streets. As she walked, Abigail couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, a creeping sensation that sent shivers down her spine. Increasing her pace, she tried to outrun the invisible gaze, the rhythm of her heartbeat matching the cadence of her steps. But her efforts were in vain, for soon she found herself confronted by three menacing figures, emerging from the shadows with malicious intent.

Coming to a sudden halt, Abigail felt her heart seize in her chest as the leader of the group stepped forward, blocking her path with a sinister grin. Trapped between them, she braced herself for the worst, her breath caught in her throat as fear gripped her soul.

"Hey girl, want us to escort you home?" one of the guys sneered, his eyes leering at her. Abigail's heart raced as she tried to swallow, her mouth dry with fear.

"Yeah, we'll take real good care of you," another chimed in, his tone mocking.

Abigail tried to run, but one of them yanked her back, his grip like a vice.

"Let me go!" she yelled, biting his hand in desperation. He growled in pain, releasing her for a moment before slapping her hard across the face.

"You've got guts, huh?" he sneered, ripping off her clothes as she tried to fight back. The others watched, laughing, as their boss abused Abigail.

She screamed for help, but all she got was another dirty slap. "Shut your mouth!" he barked. "Cooperate, and we'll make you feel good, girl."

Abigail spat in his face, defiant. "I'd rather die than be with you for a night!" she declared, tasting blood in her mouth from the slap. The man's face twisted in anger, and he shoved her to the hard floor. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes torn, and her face red and bruised. She looked like a homeless person, and the guy didn't care. He grabbed her head, making her wince in pain.

"You're a brave girl, huh?" he taunted, tearing off her dress and running his hand across her face. Abigail closed her eyes, feeling disgusted and irritated. When he touched her breast, she slapped him hard across the face.

He got angrier, pulling her to her feet. "You've got strength, so you think you can do as you like?" he snarled, ordering his goons to hold her arms apart.

A hard punch landed on her stomach, and Abigail groaned in pain, her vision blurring. Another punch followed, and she started to lose consciousness.

Really?! Is this what she was meant to face after all that happened today, luck isn't really on her side.

Just as the third blow was about to land, she closed her eyes, expecting the pain to wash over her like a hurricane. But she didn't feel anything. The place was getting colder, and she was getting weaker. All she wanted to do was faint, but she managed to open her blurry eyes to see the man's hand frozen in mid-air, someone holding his wrist.

A smile was spread across her face when she saw who was holding him, she smiled as if she was expecting the person to come for a very long time as if her hero has arrived and in the next second she collapse to the cold hard floor.