Fated To Him

Unexpected Encounter

Priston POV.

I know I should be ready for something tonight. My uncle Alex has been targeting me in this, and I know he's so prepared today. After inheriting my father's company at a young age, I saw the dead eyes on the fact that I got my own company.

" Frank, I'll be heading out tonight for dinner. Make sure to have an excuse for my mom when she calls." I ordered.

" It's okay sir, but don't you think you should have a bodyguard following you sir?". He asked. " Frank, you already know I'm not a stupid twig to break, I can protect myself," I assured him and hung up.

I hate going around with my bodyguards when I'm sure I can care for myself, since I have learned a lot about Kung Fu. I took one of my best cars, a Lamborghini, and set off to the restaurant. Gosh! I just want to have free time alone, though I know I'll meet Fredrick, one of my best friends. We've known each other since high school. Did I say that he also owns his own company? Oh yeah, he has one of the best law firms in the city. The CEO of Fed Peace law firm. He's helped out most of the time dealing with some crime issues, and now he's in charge of my damn uncle's case.

After driving for around forty-five minutes, I arrived at the X Club, one of my best places to chill. I noticed Fredrick's car parked nearby. He's a guy sleeping with ladies. I wonder when he will stop on this other side of his.

"Hey man, when did you arrive? Don't tell me it's one of your surprises?" He asked, shrugging off his shoulders.

" When and how did I start all these surprise episodes? Don't blackmail me with that? " I answered back, ignoring the next lady near him.

"It's okay man, let's grab some drinks then, shall we?".

I'm used to sitting in the left-side corner where no one will spot me, and it is easy to spot someone.

I've been drinking my whiskey only to get bored by a slut who keeps on touching me.

A reminder I hate being touched by a lady. I simply feel disgusted. Even though I know my mom's been hooking me up with that stupid clingy model. I really hate her.

Feeling disgusted, I rushed out of the club only to meet five gangsters sent by my uncle leaning on my car.

' I swear I'm going to break your bones tonight' I murmured.

I don't know what happened, but I felt a sharp pain in my head. Everything happened out of the blue. I turned around only to see a tall man ready to strike me with a sharp knife in my stomach. I dodged and held his arm and kicked his groin and ran off.

Nearby X club.

" Bestie, I'll just go out for fresh air," I told Minah. I was just tired from all the lovey-dovey action by Minah and her new boyfriend. Just feel pity for the guy, because I know it won't last a month, not even a week. I was just about to take off my jeans only to get pressed on the wall by someone.

" b***h what the hell is it....." I couldn't finish the sentence, only to feel someone else's lips on mine.

" Just don't do anything stupid. I'll pay you only if you help me get away from the people wearing black suits behind me." He asked, just as I was about to push him away.

" I think they're gone Mr." I told him. But it seems he didn't hear anything and he continued pleasuring my lips. I think I should push him away.

' But why are my hands stuck? Why can't I push him away? Why do I feel this way?' I asked myself.

As I wanted to push him away, the moment he raised his head and looked at him, and suddenly he fainted on my shoulders.

"Mr Priston!!?". I was shocked after seeing the helpless, handsome-faced CEO.

'What should I do? Should I call Minah? Oh! No, she seems to be enjoying herself. I think I shouldn't take him to my apartment, since when I take him to the hospital they'll look for him there. ' I thought.

" Bestie, I'll be heading home if something is locked." I switched off my phone after typing the text.I struggled to keep Priston upright as I hailed a cab. The driver gave me a curious look but didn’t ask any questions. I was grateful for that. As we drove to my apartment, I couldn’t help but glance at Priston’s face. Even unconscious, he looked troubled. What kind of life did he lead that brought him to this point?

We arrived at my apartment, and I managed to get Priston inside with some difficulty. I laid him down on the couch and covered him with a blanket. He looked so vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerful CEO image he usually projected. I sat down on the floor beside him, trying to process everything that had happened.

Yes, I did say that I live with my bestie and have got my apartment where she doesn't know about it. It's among my favorite spots where I could go and have some time alone.

Well, Mr Priston was bleeding profusely, and I had to cut a piece of cloth to close it up. The cut on the shoulder doesn't seem deep. I treated the wound and left him to rest.

A reminder of what happened earlier made my cheeks turn red. ' Ann, what's wrong with you? Stop thinking about it?' I told myself before slapping my left cheek.

That's when I realized I was busy ogling at the person sleeping quietly at peace in front of me.

“Who are you really, Priston?” I whispered, more to myself than to him.

The night passed slowly. I kept checking on Priston, making sure he was still breathing and that his condition wasn’t worsening. Around dawn, he started to stir.

“Where am I?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“You’re at my apartment,” I replied. “You fainted last night, and I brought you here. Do you remember what happened?”

He rubbed his temples, trying to recall. “I remember being attacked outside the club. Then… nothing.”

“You were in pretty bad shape,” I said. " I just leaned up your wounds thank God they waren't that deep"