Ch.10
909 Words
Eros Pov
Damn it! I groaned as the dagger cut into my right side. I grasped the injury, nearly losing my balance and dropping to my knees.
"You’re not as tough as you appear," my opponent taunted.
Curse this big fool! I confronted him directly and, with perfect timing, I threw a jab at his face. Again and again, I struck, ultimately delivering a kick to his head that sent him crashing to the ground, defeated.
I turned to face the other one, who already seemed frustrated. In a flash, I delivered a quick jab that demoralized him, allowing me to unleash powerful follow-up attacks with my weapons, faster punches and kicks.
He immediately collapsed to the ground, defeated.
Karate was a striking martial art. I engaged in it for self-defense and overall fitness. My butler, Victor, who also served as my mentor, imparted all his knowledge to me.
He instructed me on how to kick, punch, and defend myself after discovering that I was being bullied in fourth grade. Ultimately, it empowered me to become stronger and gain weight. Since that time, he has provided me with comprehensive training every weekend.
"Are you alright?" I inquired of Althea, whose hands were shielding her face to avoid witnessing the chaos.
"I’m not the one who battled those insane thugs. I should be the one asking you that," she exclaimed.
She gasped. "You’re bleeding," noticing the bloodstain on my shirt.
"It’s not that serious. I’ll be okay."
"No, you won’t. Let’s get you to my apartment. You need some medication."
Althea helped me into my Bugatti La Voiture Noire. She made me sit in the front passenger seat while she took control of the wheel. She drove at high speed but handled the car smoothly as I guided her out of the deserted area.
"Relax, it’s just a minor cut. Nothing serious." I could see her anxiety as she struggled to keep a grip on the wheel, as if she feared something might happen to me.
"Stop pretending, that’s a wound. It requires immediate attention."
"You, of all people, should understand the consequences of a cut or stab."
Blah….Blah…..Blah…….Althea kept going on and on about various advice regarding wounds, acting as if she were a doctor, completely overlooking the fact that I was the boss and she was my Personal Assistant.
I observed her face as she continued to speak while driving. She had a stunning face, so fresh and natural.
A painful sensation churned in my stomach, not due to the injury itself, but because I felt a deep connection to her. I truly recognized her…. her eyes…..her lips….her face.
No! It can’t be her, that’s just not possible. They have completely different personalities. Eve exhibited a nerdy demeanor that no mother would approve of if brought home, while Althea is elegant and well-mannered, as Michael clearly pointed out.
Althea parked the car in front of a rented apartment. "We’ve arrived."
I was taken aback to discover she lived in such a bustling area. The place she called home was incredibly small. What on earth?
She helped me out of the car and into her apartment. Once inside, she had me lie down on her bed while she retrieved some cotton, plasters, and Beta-dine solution from her drawer.
I unbuttoned my shirt.
Althea
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as my gaze fell on his V line abs. Wow!
"Thank you for saving me, Mr. Valenti." I used the cotton to clean the blood stains.
"No need to mention it,call me Eros when it’s just the two of us." His voice was pleasant, deep and steady, yet it carried a hint of steel. Even in his pain, he spoke with a calm authority.
I noticed his eyes flicker. Is he teasing me? Or is he flirting?
"I thought you said your name was Adam when we first met."
"I mistook you for someone else."
Secretaries or assistants typically don’t address their bosses by their first names.
"Um... I can’t do that, Mr. Valenti; you are my boss."
His brows knitted together in a disapproving frown. "You know there’s an exception to every rule.”He let out a groan and sighed. "Alright, you’re correct. You can refer to me as Mr. Valenti if that makes you feel at ease."
"Yes, sir, it does," I responded, tending to the wound and bandaging it up.
A muscle twitched in his jaw. Then, he leaned in closer, his gaze fixed on mine. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me, especially when he reached out to gently cup my cheek.
His touch was tender and soothing against my skin. Throughout it all, I couldn’t help but admire his striking features: he looked even more incredibly masculine with his shirt unbuttoned, exuding a raw, devilishly handsome charm.
Oh no, God… What is he about to do?
He hesitated, his eyes narrowing as if he spotted something unusual. "What’s that?" I followed his gaze to see what had caught his attention.
"Oh, that’s just a picture of a man made of dust," I answered.
"And what about the knife in his throat?" he inquired.
"Um, it’s getting late. You really should be heading out now."
"Right, I’ll leave now." He stood up and walked towards the door, opening it with a swift motion.
"See you tomorrow. And thank you, I feel much better now," he said with a smile. "Althea."
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