Chapter Three
Her brows furrowed upon seeing the handsome stranger that protected her from the rain that was gradually getting heavy.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but I am not Tony, my name is Philp Ray" he stretched out his hand for a handshake.
Natasha reluctantly took it and introduced herself to him.
Feeling self-conscious under his gaze, she looked away thinking she looked hideous from her mascara-stained face and wet body.
"Why don't we leave the rain and go somewhere warmer, so you don't catch a cold?" he told her.
She retracts her steps from him and shook her head. "I don't know you. You could be a serial killer for all I know" she exclaimed in obvious panic.
He chuckled. "I don't think serial killers are this handsome" he points to himself and flex his arms in front of her.
"Go, just let me be" she sat back on the pavement, wallowing in her misery.
"Okay Miss" he turns and starts walking away in huge steps.
Realizing the rain was so heavy, Natasha jumped to her feet and ran after Philip, stopping him right when he was about entering a car.
"Wait, it so cold out here" she shivered as she spoke.
Philip smiled and walks her to the other side of his car, opens the door and let her in. he fetched his coat from the back seat and wraps it around her.
He enters from the driver's side and rubs his palms together to get some heat from that friction. He turned up the heat to a full blast and looked at Natasha who was already looking at him.
"Trust a serial killer, eh?"
"I have some fighting skills I would love to show you, if you are in any way one" she smirks proudly.
Philip laughs and shook his head. "You are amusing" he comments and reached out to get his flask containing hot coffee "Want some?" she nods in response.
"Thank you" she accepts the cup he poured for her and she drank them in sips. "I… thank you for helping me out, you don't know me and you came to offer your help. I appreciate that" she showed her appreciation to him.
Philip shook his head and offered her a smile.
"It's my pleasure." He tilts his head to the side. "I wonder why he left you anyways, you seem like a nice girl" he comment.
Her cheeks warmed at his comments. A smile made it's way to her lips and it died instantly when she remember what transpired inside the hall.
"You saw all that?" she asked, feeling embarrassed.
He nods his head.
"That man is a douche and you don't deserve to be treated that way" he spoke, venom laced his tone.
Anyone hearing how he spoke would think he was a victim too.
"You speak like you hate him" she notes.
Philip's furrowed brows relaxed and he adjusts in his seat.
"I don't enjoy when a man is bad to his woman or any woman at all. He would have told you he didn't want you instead of letting you go through that kind of heartbreak"
Tears welled in Natasha's eyes. "The fact that my parents knew hurts even more." She cleaned the side of her eye "They didn't even have the decency to let me know while I was still in France, I came home only to be met with the biggest heartbreak a girl could take." She cried, letting the tears fall freely.
Philip couldn't watch her be in pain, he hated seeing people in pain. He was a victim to a similar situation and would love to offer his help in anyway he can.
A thought went through his mind.
"Do you have a plan to revenge what was done to you?" he asked, looking into her eyes for any hint of revenge "They can't go free with what they did to you" he completes.
Natasha was quiet for a second as she thought. "I never thought of one but I will like to show them who's boss and I deserve better than what they think"
"That's the spirit. I will like to offer you something that would break hearts and shake the entire media when announced." He smirks as he imagined the result of this plan in his head.
Natasha was curious about what he's asking for, she adjust in her seat and finished the last of her coffee.
"What's on your mind?"
she inquired.
"Let's get married"