Luke Millworth sat back in his high-backed chair, looking out over the sprawling city from the towering windows of his office. His fingers drummed absent-mindedly on the sleek mahogany desk before him. The room was as polished and pristine as his reputation—luxurious, yet cold. He had everything one could want: a successful career, wealth, influence—but somehow, it all felt hollow. It had been that way for a while now.
Two years ago, his life had been different. He had been someone else back then, but the man he was now hardly recognized the person he had been. His mind often wandered back to that day when everything had changed. The day he saw her.
It had started like any other. He was driving through the quiet streets, his mind preoccupied with the endless work that seemed to consume him more and more with each passing day. The weight of responsibility pressed on his shoulders, but it wasn't just the job that burdened him. He was searching for something, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. He longed for a sense of purpose, for a moment of peace in the chaos of his life.
That's when he saw her.
She was walking along the sidewalk, her pace slow, her shoulders a little hunched as if she was carrying an invisible weight. Luke's attention shifted immediately. There was something about her that stood out, even on a street full of busy people. She didn't seem to notice the world around her—eyes focused ahead, her expression a mix of loneliness and as though she had been crying.
He slowed his car, curiosity gnawing at him. There was something about her, the way she walks. She has a beactiful walking steps. She may be fat but she is beautiful. Her skin was like milk.
Without thinking, he turned off the main road and followed her at a distance. It wasn't something he usually did. He wasn't some weirdo stalking strangers, but something about her intrigued him. There was a vulnerability he couldn't quite explain, and it made him want to make sure she was okay.
He followed her for several blocks, his car trailing slowly behind her. His heart thumped a little harder in his chest the closer they got to a bus stop. She stopped in front of the bench, looking around, and then sat down. Luke parked his car a few feet away, watching from his rearview mirror.
He could hear the distant chatter of the city, but his focus remained on her. She sat there, still as ever, when a group of young people approached. They were laughing and chatting amongst themselves, oblivious to the world around them until they saw Lena sitting on the bench.
One of them, a young man with a sneer plastered on his face, nudged his friend and pointed toward her. "Hey, look at this," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "This bench isn't a sofa, you know. She's taking up too much space."
Lena looked up at the group, startled by the sudden attention. Her expression flickered, a mix of surprise and pain, but she didn't respond. She didn't argue. She didn't defend herself. She just sat there, her hands clenched in her lap, her eyes dropping to the ground.
The mocking continued. "What's the matter, too tired to stand up? Or just too lazy?" Another one of the group sneered. "I bet she's here for the free bus ride. Can't even get a seat without squeezing everyone else out."
Luke's fists clenched around the steering wheel as he watched Lena's reaction. He could see the hurt on her face even from across the street. It was clear she was trying to ignore them, trying to rise above their cruelty, but it was obvious that their words were having an effect on her.
He could feel a strange knot tighten in his stomach. It wasn't just because they were being cruel. It was because he felt like he understood how it felt—being judged, being the one everyone looked down on, dismissed without even knowing you. The weight of it all, the feeling of being too much or not enough, was something he knew well.
And then, Lena did something that Luke would never forget. She stood up without saying a word, her face now a mask of quiet dignity. She didn't even glance at the group, but instead walked away, leaving the bench behind. The mocking laughter followed her, but she walks away from them.
Luke watched her leave, the car still idling behind her. Something inside him shifted. He didn't know what it was—some form of empathy, a shared loneliness, or perhaps just a need to protect her—but he couldn't help himself. Without thinking, he gets out of his car and followed her again.
He kept a safe distance, making sure she didn't see him. He wanted to make sure she was okay. After everything she had just endured, he wasn't about to let her be alone. He followed her for another few block.
Luke had been following Lena for a while now, keeping a safe distance, unnoticed. He wasn't exactly sure what had drawn him to her, but he couldn't help but watch. Unexpectedly it rain began to drop. He came back to his sense and began to feel frustrated of why he had to followed her and now he will get drenched..
He had been about to turn around and leave, knowing he'd get drenched if he stayed any longer. But then something completely unexpected happened. Lena stopped in her tracks, looking up at the sky. And then, without a second thought, she let go.
She began to laugh, spinning in the rain, her arms spread wide, letting the water soak her through. The sight of her, so free and uninhibited, caught Luke off guard. .She was like a completely different person, full of life, dancing in the rain without a care in the world. The way the raindrops clung to her hair, her clothes, the way her smile lit up the gray sky—it was... beautiful. He couldn't tear his eyes away.
For a moment, he forgot everything. his frustrations with the rain—it all melted away, replaced by the strange, unexplainable feeling in his chest. Watching Lena was like witnessing something magical, and he couldn't help but be drawn into the scene, his heart beating faster with each of her joyful spins.
But reality crept back in when she stopped, suddenly aware of how wet she was. She blinked a few times, as though coming back to her senses, and her carefree smile faded into a worried frown. She pulled at her oversized sweater, looking down at it as if she only just realized how drenched it was.
Lena tugged the sweater off, wringing out the water with a sigh. "I didn't think it would pour this much," she muttered to herself, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Luke, still watching from his hiding spot, could barely tear his eyes away, even though he knew he should leave. But he was frozen, caught in the unexpected beauty of the moment. The scene was out of this world. He breath cut when he saw her chest. It was so big and full even though she was still wearing bra and sleeveless gown, it still couldn't hide the fullness of the boobs
Luke couldn't help but thought of how it would feel in his palm .
Knock
Luke's thought was cut short by the sound of knock.
"Come in," Luke called, his voice steady.
The door creaked open, and his personal assistant, Mia, stepped inside. She was dressed professionally as always, her face impassive, but there was something in her demeanor that caught his attention. He didn't have time to inquire before she spoke.
"Luke, just to let you know, the receptionist who mocked Lena earlier today has left the building." Mia's words were clipped, almost matter-of-fact, but Luke could sense there was more to it.
He leaned back in his chair, his hands steepling together as he absorbed the information. "She's gone?" His voice was low, but the question was clear.
"Yes," Mia confirmed. "I made sure of it. Just like you asked."
Luke didn't respond immediately. He had requested the receptionist's removal, but he hadn't expected it to happen so swiftly. His mind briefly flashed to the earlier incident, when the receptionist had mocked Lena—a line that, for Luke, had crossed a boundary he wasn't willing to overlook.
He had asked Mia to handle it, knowing her professionalism and discretion would ensure the situation was taken care of properly. I won't anyone to mock Lena in his company.
Mia lingered at the door, waiting for any further instructions. But Luke remained silent for a moment longer, his thoughts momentarily lost in the delicate balance between what was professional and what was personal. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Good. Thank you, Mia. That'll be all for now."
Mia nodded and closed the door softly behind her, leaving Luke alone again with his swirling thoughts.