It's been four months now since Phoenix break up with Allen and she couldn't have been any better. The alarm clock wrung at exactly 5am and she quickly cleaned up really nice and hit the road to do a quick exercise warm up before heading to the gym.
Meanwhile, Sterling had already decided to meet Phoenix today. He had been studying her routine for more than 3 months now, so, he knew she was going to come out for her normal morning exercise but then how was he going to begin a conversation with her—he didn't want to seem like a stalker. Tsk, women….
Not long after Sterling had said his mind, Phoenix came out of her villa putting on a gray joggers, white sports bra and white sneakers. Wow, she did look better and better every time.
Something on the inside smacked Sterling's head, she shouldn't be showing this much skin. It was meant for only him… Whoa, where did that come from? Sterling frowned a bit at her outfit.
'Just you wait and see, Phoenix. I will sweep you off of your feet and you'll never know what hit you'
Sterling smirked evilly but in a way that made him look good and possessive. He let her have a head start on her little run off exercise and followed her from behind. Lost in his daze of how to win her over, he lost sight of her for a moment and he became frantic.
On the other end, Phoenix briefly saw something shady going on in an alley she had just jogged past and she took hurried steps back into the alley. Well, what she saw was offensive to her; a robber trying to do what she didn't know to a girl who clearly looked like a call girl. She moved quietly towards them and the call girl saw her but Phoenix directed her to keep shut. She heard everything.
"What's going on baby? Don't tell me you are scared of me?" the robber kept talking without making someone behind him.
"No, please. I'm sorry," the call girl kept apologizing
"What are you apologizing for? I just want to have a share too," Phoenix couldn't see his face but she could clearly hear the taunt in his tone.
"What? No, please don't!"
"What are you begging me for? It's not going to be your first time," he was getting impatient.
"Please, anything else apart from this," the call girl begged frantically.
"I said strip or else…." His next words didn't need to come out from his mouth because the hilt of the dagger made up for the sentence.
Phoenix just couldn't continue watching. This guy really was sick in the head. Phoenix walked to him from behind and tapped his shoulders twice.
"What!" the rapist turned around to deal with whoever it was with the dagger in his pocket but couldn't do so because he was knocked out cold.
'Oh wow, just a punch and the guy is knocked out cold? Tsk, what a waste of perfectly good adrenaline'
"I'm sorry to sound so rude but what are you doing out here by this time dressed like this?" the girl's face had turned red and she was probably embarrassed by the question "There's no need to answer that. Come, let's get you out of here,' this girl….
Phoenix turned to see a very surprised human behind her.
"Hey, you could call an ambulance or something instead of standing there, looking like that," she said. What kind of a guy was this but he does seem awfully familiar.
"Oh yes, I'm on it," Sterling said
A while later, an ambulance arrived, coupled with a few police officers. The pathetic robber was arrested and the unknown lady had her health status checked out.
"Thank you for saving me. It's kind of embarrassing that a fellow lady like me saved me," the supposed call girl said.
"You really shouldn't think like that at all,"
"I'm Olivia Jones and I live at George Murrel Avenue,"
"Lovely name for a lovely lady, I'm Phoenix Mills. Here's my business card, call me next week so we'll talk more," Phoenix said
"Okay. I sure will,"
"Okay. I've got to run along now. See you later," with that, Phoenix went in search of the mystery man. After a few looks, she found him by the corner of a building.
"Hey there, thank you for calling the ambulance too,"
"Oh, yeah! Sure, no problem at all. That was some bold move back there,"
"He deserved it but it was nothing really. I'm Phoenix, Phoenix Mills,"
"I'm Sterling. Nice to meet you,"
"For a second, I mistook you for someone else,"
"Who could that be," Where exactly was this conversation heading to and who dares to look like me? Sterling wasn't going to have any of it if the conversation didn't lead to where he wanted it to.
"Uhhhh, his name is also Sterling, Sterling Tyrell. He is like the king of the business world. I know business because my job requires it but boy, is he good. So for a second, I thought you were him,"
"Would you believe me if I told you that I am him?"
"I don't know. Are you him?"
"Here's my card, call me sometime," Mystery man gave me his business card and there stood those words—STERLING TYRELL…