Years after one night.

Chapter three.

Lucy pov

I woke up to a strong hand on my waist and a head buried in my neck. It was James. He looked so beautiful when he was sound asleep.

A phone started ringing. I looked to my side it was mine. Mom was calling.

“f**k, I have to get home,” I whispered to myself.

I looked at James, still sound asleep, and gently removed his hand from my waist. I grabbed my clothes and changed into sweatpants. A dull pain came from down there as I walked slowly toward the door. After picking up my things, I glanced back at James still fast asleep and wished I could see him again. But I couldn’t be a part of his life.

I stepped out of the suite and left the hotel. I quickly got a taxi and headed home, praying Mom and Harry wouldn’t be angry.When I got in front of our house, a cold breeze ran across my skin. I opened the door and called out, “Mom” No one answered it seemed they weren’t home.

I went up to my room, cleaned up, and changed into fresh clothes. After packing my hair into a bun, I stepped out of my room. That’s when I heard laughter.

It was Harry.

I walked downstairs slowly and peeked into the parlour. He was sitting there with a beer in his hand drunk. I decided to go back to my room, but just then, my brush fell to the floor with a loud thud.

He quickly stood up. “Lucy, babe” he called out. No answer.

He started walking toward my direction. I rushed upstairs and slammed the door shut, my heart racing as his laughter filled the house.

I ran toward my room, slamming the door and locking it behind me. My heart pounded as Harry’s voice echoed through the hallway.

“We’re finally alone, Lucy,the way you walk and your hips sway in that mini skirt and those milky thigh i always wanted to feel that and taste you but your b***h of a mom is always clinging around me like a leech but now we can make love” he slurred, his tone sending chills down my spine.

“Go away! Please, just go away” I cried.

“Open the door now!” he shouted, his fists pounding against the wood. Each kick rattled the frame, the sound vibrating through the room.

I pressed myself into a corner, tears blurring my vision. The door shook again one more hit, and it would give way.

My eyes darted around until I spotted a wooden stick lying nearby. I grabbed it, gripping it tightly.

The next crash came, and the door burst open. As soon as Harry stumbled inside, I swung the stick hard against his stomach. He gasped in pain, doubling over. I didn’t wait I ran out of the room and down the hall, my breath ragged and heart pounding.

“Where are you going, you slut?”Harry shouted as he ran towards me through the hall.

I screamed in pain as i heard a loud slap come across my face.

”Harry,please stop” i said as he frantically tried to pull at my underwear.

I looked ahead were the dining table was. i grabbed the cloth on the table,which made the plates fall to the ground.

I quickly grabbed a piece of broken glass then stabbed it into his hand, kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine. His painful groans filled the empty house. I ran back to my room, grabbed my bag,and was ready to leave this place i called home. I checked my drawer for the money i made from yesterday night but it was gone I snapped back to reality when I heard harry groans coming towards my room. I ran to the back door quickly

3 years later

“Good morning, Miss Eloise,” I greeted the kind old woman with a smile.

“Good Morning, my flower,” she said with a smile on her face.”You know, I always wanted you to see my Grandson, she added” I have never seen any guy with you except that cute redhead boy.”

“ Luke? Well he is a really good friend of mine. AndI need to make a living for myself, remember? “I said, as I cleared the leftovers from her table to the kitchen .“ Well, here is your food, Miss Eloise.,” I added

I went to the washroom to clear my head. As I washed my face and looked at the mirror i noticed my long-jet black hair was not fixed properly. I grabbed my purse to fix my look. I applied some lip balm on my rosy plump lips, applied a light blush on my pale skin, and removed the outgrown hair from my eyebrows.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, packed my hair into a neat bun, and heaved a sigh. Just as I was about to leave I heard Maddy and her minion walking in. I quickly hide in one of the toilets and stood on the toilet sit You know James Wilson would be coming to the café today. Apparently, he wants to sign a massive deal with the owner and build a really luxurious hotel. As for me, I have my eyes on him, and he would have his eyes on me,” Maddy said.

Her friends praised her.

“Yeah, he would definitely look your way you’re so pretty,” Eve said.

My hand, by mistake, touched the flusher, and the toilet flushed.

“Who’s here” Maddy said as she knocked on the door.

I opened the door and stepped out, my head down toward the floor.

“Oh, fat Lucy, were you eavesdropping on our conversation?” she added.

“No, I just came to ease myself,” I said nervously.

She looked me up and down and shivered.

“Ewww, who would want you” she said, rolling her eyes.

She and her friends walked out of the door laughing.

I stepped out after a while and continued with my work when, all of a sudden, a black Bugatti La Voiture Noire pulled up into the driveway. Three men in black suits stepped out of the car. They looked so powerful and intimidating. They came in and sat at the far end of the café. I was the only less-busy worker, so I went toward their table.

James pov

I walked into the café. Five million dollars for this? Damn, that was easy. I would be getting more than five million when I switch up this new baby, I thought to myself.

I sat at the extreme end of the café, just to have a perfect view of the place. My view was suddenly blocked by a beautiful, blue-eyed girl.

She asked what our order was that voice sounded so familiar. I was looking at her when her eyes met mine. Her eyes widened, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks.

Is this the girl from that night?

Charles shoved my shoulder lightly and said, “She’s asking for your coffee.”

“Espresso,” I said.

She looked down at her book, still blushing. “W–w–w–would that be all?” she stammered.

“Yes,” I replied, still looking at her.

She is definitely the one from that night her voice, the way she walked, her pale skin, those eyes. Damn, she’s even more beautiful now.

But she looked slimmer… almost fragile.

Why did she leave that night?

That night had been unforgettable the way she moaned in my ears, the warmth of her touch. Those memories still lingered in my mind like a song I couldn’t stop hearing.

I told Caspian, my bodyguard, to look into the girl who just came to take our order. Why didn’t I get her name the night we met?

She came back with our order without looking at any of us. As she placed my espresso on the table, I stretched out my hand and grabbed the cup. When our hands touched, she looked at me her face and neck had turned red.

I chuckled lightly, smirked at her, and said, “Thanks.”After I left the café, I decided to head back to work. I have to finalize the deal with that café and sign the business. Moreover, I need to get a personal assistant.

Finally, the report about the damsel came in. Her name was Lucy Woods she works in a cafe, doesn’t earn much, pays her father’s hospital bills, and lives in a motel.

“Lucy… I finally found you after all these years. And now, you’re not going anywhere,” I said.

Lucy pov

“Uhm hi, Lucy. I don’t know if you know this, but by next week, this shop will be destroyed, so we’ll have to find a new place to work,” Caleb said.

“Yes, I just figured that out. Thanks,” I replied as I walked out.

It was already dark. I saw him again after all these years. And he was the James Wilson. The James Wilson I slept with. He probably sees me as a w***e now, I thought to myself.

What would I do now This job would be gone by next week, and I still hadn’t paid my father’s hospital bills, I thought as I walked down the road to get a taxi.

When I got to my motel, I took a shower and ate canned baked beans. It wasn’t much, but at least I had something to eat. I need to get a better job for Dad’s sake, I whispered to myself.

I saw a company ad looking for a personal assistant, so I quickly sent in my CV. Moments later, I got a message asking me to come in for an interview tomorrow.

“Wow, they really are in need of a personal assistant,” I said to myself, a small smile forming on my face.