Tempting His Personal Assistant

obsidian orbs

Author's POV

'God, please.'

She prayed to God, to the almighty of all, the one who kept watch on all of his children. She prayed for one last time, prayed to him for some miracle to happen, prayed for someone to come out of thin air and wisk her away from this monster, this nightmare which she never thought could even come true one day.

And maybe, maybe the Gods were listening to her desperate pleas because the next moment there was a loud bang that resonated throughout the VIP Room, startling both the parties present in it.

...........

The door to the VIP Room was thrown open with such force that it nearly came off it's hinges and there stood the same man, the one that Jasmine, unbeknownst to her, had managed to enchant. The same man who, after watching her performance from the balcony above the dance floor, had felt strong emotions waking up in his entire being.

He was looking for her from the moment he went down to the dance floor, but even after searching every nook and cranny of the main room he wasn't able to find her. Not even her curvy friend was present in the room.

'Where did she go?', he thought anxiously as he glanced around one last time to catch even a glimpse of his enchantress, but she was not there.

'Did she left the club already?', he asked himself and felt a pang of sadness in his chest. No, he couldn't just let her go, not after how she affected him. The only girl who has managed to take his breath away, the only girl who has come into his darkness-filled life like a ray of sunshine, a ray of hope.

'Maybe she's still in the parking lot? I'll be able to catch up with her if I rush out now, right? Right.', nodding to himself, he ran towards the double metal doors and stepped into the hallway. Just when he was going to turn towards the exit, he heard a desperate cry from a woman from the other end of the hallway.

"NO. NOOO!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!"

His head snapped towards the way that desperate plea had come from and he was able to catch a glimpse of a silhouette of a man carrying someone, probably the woman who had screamed for help, on his shoulder and disappearing into one of the VIP rooms in the club's hallway. And just like that, all the thoughts of finding his enchantress were forgotten as he dashed towards that same room.

He knew what to expect in these kinds of situations when he slammed the door open, but what he saw, he was definitely not prepared for it. There she was, his enchantress, who he had been looking for from the past half an hour, being assaulted by a bulky man. The rage that filled his entire being was so extreme that it could have destroyed entire New York. With a thunderous growl that seemed to shake the walls of the room, he pounced upon the motherfucker.

"What th....", Taylor didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence or to turn around and see who had interrupted his sweet time with his tonight's prey, as he was grabbed by the collar of his jacket and slammed into the glass top coffee table beside the couch, shattering it into pieces as he fell on the floor head first, for the second time in the same night.

"Aargghh!!!", he screamed in pain as some of the glass shreds pierced his face, drawing blood and making his already scared face even more horrific. Despite the immense pain that he felt in his head, he tried getting up from the floor but was met by a strong punch on his left jaw, nearly dislocating it.

"Aahh, f**k!!!", he groaned in pain as his head was slammed into the floor again and again. He tried to stop the attacker, to defend himself, but he was in pain, so much pain that he wasn't even able to see the face of his attacker. His vision was blurry from all the banging of his head on different surfaces by his attacker and the blood he was losing from all the injuries wasn't happening much either.

'f**k!!! Who is he?', Taylor thought as he received another strong blow to his head, spitting a mouthful of blood, but he groaned in pain as his jaw was successfully dislocated by the fucker who was beating the s**t out off him. And his injuries didn't stop there. He had broken ribs, which made breathing a painful task for him as he rolled and curled like a ball on the floor while receiving kicks to the stomach, he couldn't feel his right arm and leg, and he probably had his left foot completely broken. He felt the man wasn't kicking him anymore, so he tried to crawl as far away from him as was possible for his state.

It was not like Taylor was an easy opponent, no he wasn't. The man was practically a mountain of hard muscles with his 6'10" height and with his position as the 2nd best hitman in the entire underworld, nobody had ever tried messing up with him. So, it only leaves him with two cases. Either the man didn't know who he was beating like a rag doll and just wanted to be the night in shining armour, saving the damsel in distress, or he was someone who wanted him gone and had managed to catch him off guard. A shiver of fear ran down his spine, involuntarily, when thoughts of the other case being true came to his mind. He could have put in a hard fight or could have even killed the man if he hadn't been caught off-guard.

As Taylor tried to nurse himself without making much noise, his attacker, on the other hand, had frozen on his spot. His right hand in the air, ready to rain punches on the fucker's face, but he stopped when he heard a whimpering sound filled with fear coming from his right side. Snapping his head towards that sound, he saw his enchantress looking at him with fear-filled eyes as she clutched one hand to her chest, tried to keep her ripped top in place.

Looking at her state now, he couldn't quite believe his own eyes as she looked nothing like the girl he saw an hour ago. Her once beautiful black hair that was in a perfect ponytail before, was now disheveled. Her small forehead frowned with worry lines and was drenched in sweat. Those beautiful dark eyes boring into his obsidian orbs with so many emotions in them.

He still couldn't figure out whether they were black like his or a darker shade of brown that almost made them appear to be black, but he was able to distinguish the emotions swirling in those big dark eyes. Relief, gratitude and fear were the ones that stood out the most.

The man could understand the relief and gratitude but .....fear? Why was that still in her eyes? Was it the thought of getting attacked by that bastard again? But looking at the fucker pressed against the furthest corner of the room, looking worse than s**t, gives confirmation to the fact that he was not in the state of even lifting a single finger, let alone trying to assault someone. And not to forget the fact that he was still there, ready to defend her if anything happened to her. So the question was why? Why was she still afraid?

'Is it me?', a thought crossed his mind as he saw her sniffle and shiver. 'Did I scare her with my rage?', his features softened at that thought. He didn't have any intentions of such a kind, he just wanted to teach that motherfucker a lesson. But consumed by his anger when he saw her state, he forgot about the possibility of her getting traumatized by witnessing all the violence.

Cautiously, he approached her with his hands raised in front of him so as to show her that he meant no harm to her. He stopped a few steps before her and tried to examine her reaction. When all she did was sniffle and observe his approaching figure, he took the remaining steps and then kneeled in front of her. Their gazes locked and he forgot to breathe, his dark browns met with her obsidian orbs. Eyes so dark, so black yet so expressive that he felt that she could see his very soul.

Without his knowledge, his hand was raised towards her face but stopped mid air when she whimpered, looking at it. Looking at his hand, he saw that they were covered in blood and bruises from all the beating he gave to her assualter. Hastly, he wipped his hands on his pants, as best as he could and then gently cupped her face in them.

She briefly closed her eyes, a few tears ran down her rosey cheeks and he felt his chest thightening. He softly wipped her tears strained cheeks with his thumbs and she gazzed at him with her big dark eyes, so many emotions still swirling in them but relief was the prominent one now.

"Don't be afraid, I've got you now.", he told her softly as his grip on her became firm.