Our Love

Nicole's POV My leg started to shake but this isn't the time to think about it, so I ignore it and run faster. After almost thirty minutes of running, I reach a back alley which I am not even familiar. This place is scary. I look behind my back and I realize I am already too far from home, so I started to slow down. At this rate, they won't realize if I am gone but I am sure they don't care. I don't know why I ran, it is not like my sad excuse for parents will notice. After a while, I spotted a bridge and right now, exhaustion took over me, I look around and notice there is some bench for me to make my bed for tonight. Plus, its next to the road so if something goes wrong, I can escape quickly. I take a deep breath and keep telling myself that thing will be better. I know you are asking why I didn't go to any of my friends' houses. Well, I don't have any. Why? Blame my stupid parents. They only know how to abuse me and drink, my father abuses me since I was seven while my mother is always drunk, so she never know what my dad do to me. I used to have friends, but one look at my parents and they ran in the other direction. I tried to sleep when the sounds of footstep on the pavement wakes me. A man that reeks of alcohol is stumbling down the sidewalk towards me. "Oh, a newcomer. So pretty. Why a pretty face like you doing here alone at night?" What should I do? Kick him where it hurts? Run? I pretend to sleep. Hopefully, he will leave me be and I can sleep in peace. "Don't pretend baby. I'll give you the best pleasure you've ever experienced, so woke up and let’s play." Damn! That drunkard runs his filthy fingers up my legs making me sit up instantly and slap him on his face, "Feisty, I like it." I stand up and kick him, grab my bag and again running. I guess I won't sleep today. I am running when I cross the road, only to be blinded by light. I'm about to die. Oh heaven, nice to meet you. "What are you doing?!" Did I end up in hell? "Stop dreaming!" I open my eyes and saw one Greek god with blue eyes looking at me. I can't help but be distracted by his stunning good looks. "I said stop dreaming!" "What? I am not dreaming!" I shoot back He rolled his eyes. "Yeah right." Just as I want to retort I hear the drunkard from before. I ran towards him and hide behind him hoping that he would help me. He looked at me and whisper, “What are you doing?” "Please help me” I said to him, he was about to say something when the drunkard pointed at me and run towards me. “You girl stop there!" The guy looks between me and drunkard. "Please help me," I beg, "I'll do anything." He seems to think about this for a minute but when he looks at me, he must see something that changes his mind. “Get in” He said, so I slid into the car while he slides into the driver’s seat and drives away. I watch the drunkard stop running as we take off. Ha! Take that. Benz's POV This girl is driving me crazy, I mean how can she just run without looking left or right, like she doesn't have any regard as to her safety or well-being. What if I hit her just now? Well, I don't care but I don't need any more problems on my plate. I already have enough on my plate with my mother's greed for my money giving me a massive headache. The moment when she hiding behind me and begging me to drive away from the man I knew she was in trouble. I'm betting she's in her early twenty. Why is she running away and not at home or college? She even promised to do anything just for a simple ride. I drive to my penthouse and park my car in my private parking. "Follow me." "Duh. I don't have a death wish." Smartass. I look at her behind me and glare at her. She mumbled something under her breath just low enough I couldn't hear it. I press the button for the elevator which opens almost instantly. I hold it open for her as she enters. I press my floor and scan my thumbprint. "Wow, I thought this thing existed only in movies." I rolled my eyes at her comment. When we reach my pent house which is situated on the top floor, I motion for her to sit in the living room. I go to kitchen and bring something for her to drink. She gulped it down in one gulp. "Have you eaten yet?" I ask her because from the way she drank that water I can only assume she hasn't had anything to eat yet. She nodded her head. "What is your name? Why are you running?" I inquire. She takes a deep breath ducking her head and playing with her fingers, she's obviously nervous. "I'm Nicole and to be honest, I am running from the hell that was my home. I have a broken family with jerks as parents. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran away." I nod taking in the information. "How old are you?" She lifts her head to look at me. "20 years old. Look, are we done playing twenty questions? Because if so, I'd like to ask to crash here and I'll be out of your home first thing tomorrow morning." From the way she fires back at me I can tell she doesn't care what others think of her. I smirk. She might be the answer to my problems! "Why are you smirking? Wait, what's your name first!" "I have a proposition for you. And my name is Benz." She began laughing like there's no tomorrow. "Why are you laughing?" I asked her making her took one more look at me and continued laughing. "Benz as in the car name? That's funny. Is your middle name Mercedes or something?" "Unfortunately, no." I respond getting irritated. She laughs again. "I know, it must be Bugatti or Lamborghini." I clench my jaw. This girl will be the death of me. "I said no!" She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "You don't have to get angry." She grumbled. "My middle name is Ace." She looked at me and nodded her head. "Thought so, it will be weird to have a name Benz Ferrari or Benz Lamborghini, but it also might be kind of cool!" She said excitedly so I crossed my arms and look at her, "Okay, maybe not." I rub my forehead, this girl is crazy, but I need her to go through with this. "I have a deal. Do you want to hear it?" She nodded. I took a seat in front of her and smile, "I want you to pretend to be my fiancé, and eventually my wife. You don't care what people think about you, which makes you perfect for this." "Why should I do that? I hardly even know you. For all I know you could be a r****t or some kind of criminal!" "Can you please stop rambling? What do you mean you don't know me?" I raised my eyebrow, how can people not know about me. "Well, I don't know anything about you. What you do for a living or whether you are a decent human being or not. That kind of thing." Oh my god. This girl is giving me a real headache. "I am Benz Wilson. The owner of the multi-million dollar company Wilson Corporation. I have hotels all around US, Europe and Asia. You don't know?" "The only hotel I know of is the Hilton Hotel so yeah I don't know. Are you even popular? I mean most rich people are in magazines and the paper every day." I take some magazines from the table and throw it to her. "I'm in magazines as the sexiest man alive and the most eligible bachelor of the year." "Wow they must be blind." This girl! I sigh. "Regardless, do you want this deal or not?" "Why? What's the catch?" "Well, you know I'm rich, so my mother is trying to get my money and my property. I give you a place to stay, money, and anything else you want. You can even go study or something." She's silent for a moment while thinking. "For how long?" She asked making me shrugged. "As long as I want it." "Okay deal. I have some conditions though." "Okay. Sure, so long as they are reasonable but right now, I think you should rest and we will discuss this tomorrow. Come, I will show you your room." She stood up and follow me. I opened a door to one of the many guest rooms. As soon as I did, she went running and plopped down onto the bed. "It's such a nice bed!" I chuckled. "Then, go ahead and sleep. Good night." I say. She smiles in return. "Thanks, and good night." I nodded and close the door. I slip out from my clothes leaving my boxers and I plop down on my bed trying to rest myself. Hopefully, this is the right thing to do and that everything will be fine.