Two years ago
SEBASTIAN Gates walked out of the posh restaurant and into the chilly evening air, fuming. His phone kept buzzing in his hip pocket but he staunchly ignored it.
Why'd he come here? He thought furiously, striding under the yellow streetlight to the parking lot. He should've known better, why hadn't he? They couldn't have changed overnight, so why'd he believe them?
Sebastian had been in the middle of a very important business meeting when he received a text from his mother urging him to have dinner with them at the restaurant close to his company. He had agreed simply because he hadn't seen them in a while. Well, it turned out that they had, again, set him up on a blind date with a lecherous, baked up minx who had been rambling on about how exquisitely appealing she was in bed as she shoved her formidable frontage into her plate of seared scallops and fettuccine Alfredo.
He had been so agitated that he quickly paid for their dinner and rudely left the restaurant. He despised his parents for preying into his personal affairs. If he wanted a woman to suck his dick he could easily find one at a motel or a strip clubhouse. Why do they always have to humiliate him with their despicable choice of women?
With a heavy sigh, he pulled the keys of his black Porsche Cayman out of his coat pocket, but just as he unlocked the door, he saw a woman stumble out of a liquor bar across the street, and began to walk unconsciously towards the road.
"Is she nuts?" He muttered, frowning deeply as he watched her hobble precariously over the cobblestone in her high-heeled boots and straight into the road.
Sebastian averted his gaze to the road and then tensed. He felt a lump coagulating in his throat as a sharp panicky feeling jammed into his chest. Just a few miles away, the bright headlights of an eighteen-wheeler transport was barreling towards her.
Sebastian has never felt so affrighted in his entire life as he felt that evening. He didn't even have to think twice before he charged like a fanatic towards the woman staggering unknowingly to her dead.
Auburn hair fell loose and unstyled over her drooping head, and when he grasped her hand to haul her away from the road and her supposing doom, her fingers, long and thin felt surprisingly chilly and fragile.
The clock full of people who had abstractedly been hustling up and down the street were stunned to see Sebastian running across the road, and then pulling the drunk woman effortlessly out of the way of a barreling truck. Sebastian's heart was racing erratically in his chest as he cradled the petite woman in his arms. He has never felt the need to protect someone as he felt towards the woman. It was very foreign indeed, but he couldn't deny that he felt astonishingly relieved that he had angrily walked out of that restaurant a few minutes ago. Even, he wasn't angry at his parents for setting him up that evening either.
But, he was mad. Not at his parents, not at the despicable woman who had lasciviously been trying to get in his bed that night, but at this woman whom he held in his arms. He pulled her away from him and glared down at her.
She was very beautiful. A smatter of freckles dented across her rosy cheeks, and she had a fringe of thick sooty eyelashes that any girl would die for. She swayed in his hold, and when her legs gave out, he was glad he had still been holding her as he pulled her against himself to steady her.
"Excuse me, where do you live?" He said, trying to shake her back to consciousness. The woman huffed instead, a bitter smell of alcohol radiating from her mouth as her hot breath wafted around his face.
Sebastian's stomach churned, but heat poured through his body. Who was this woman and where does she live? He wondered. Giving her a little tug, he asked again. "Where do you live?"
Crap! He had so much waiting for him back at the company, he had an exclusive contract to sign, why was he bothering himself with a drunk woman who probably wanted to die?
Sighing in frustration, he leaned slightly, scooped her up into his arms and took her over to his car. She was shivering in her cream-colored sweater, and kept on speaking incomprehensibly throughout his journey to the parking lot.
What should he do with her? He asked himself as he stared down at her. She snuggled into him trying to share his body heat, and it caused Sebastian to stop in his tracks with his heart plummeting against his ribs.
He frowned. Who was she, and why was he so sensitive to her touch? Why does she affect him?
"Smells nice." She said slumberously. "Smells very nice."
Sebastian lowered her into his car and switched on the heater. He had to find a way to get away from her. He wasn't comfortable with the way he was feeling strange, and he hated the fact that his heart raced out at her every action.
Just as he was going to prob her for her address, her phone trilled inside the purse that was slung over her shoulder. Sebastian sighed in relief. "Sorry, but I've to get that." He said, as if she was even listening to him.
Holding her purse by a corner with his thumb and forefinger, and his other fingers arched fastidiously, he fished out her cellphone. Across the screen of her phone, a caller's ID, Life Saver flickered. Sebastian's brows creased curiously as he picked the call.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, CHLOE WALKER!" A miffed female voice boomed into Sebastian's ear.
He pulled the phone away from his ear, completely puzzled by the caller's contemptuous voice.
"Your friend's drunk, and I need you to come pick her up." He simply said. A few minutes later, a cab pulled up and a rumpled woman with tousled blonde hair, wearing pajamas underneath a large fur coat and slippers vaulted out of the car to meet him.
"I'm so sorry, thank you so much, sir. I really appreciate you for taking care of her!" The woman rambled, rushing to Chloe's aid.
Sebastian was stunned. It was undeniable that this woman, life saver, truly was her life saver, and he felt exceedingly relieved that he had pulled Chloe out from the road. And that was how he never saw her again.
Two years later
He couldn't believe his eyes. Chloe Walker, the woman who had tortured his nights for the past two years was standing behind his door.
He hated her. Oh, how he hated her.