The Unexpected Escape
820 Words
The city had just experienced heavy rain, and the air was thick with humidity, with heavy droplets hanging in the atmosphere. Grace’s clothes clung to her as she hurried across the wet pavement, searching for any part-time job that would take her in. Sweat dripped down her back, and the oppressive heat only added to her stress.
“You see that? Looks like it’s the girl with the last name White!”
“It is her!”
“Catch her! The boss said we could have a little fun!”
A few young men, with dangerous grins, started chasing after Grace, their voices getting closer by the second.
She heard the shout and immediately broke into a sprint. It wasn’t the first time she’d been pursued by loan sharks, and luckily, she was fast—both in short sprints and long distances.
Just as she was about to lose them, the door to a luxury hotel swung open, and without thinking, she dashed inside.
The men didn’t give up, continuing their chase right behind her.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn’t stop herself from nervously twisting the handles of every door she passed, hoping to find an open room to hide.
After trying several locked doors, desperation settled in. But then, as if fate had intervened, one door opened under her touch. With no time to second-guess, she pushed the door open and slipped inside.
Inside, a tall man stood, seemingly just finishing a shower. His sharp features were hardened, and his gaze darkened with surprise.
“Who are you?” he asked, his tone laced with irritation.
“Shh! Please, just help me!” Grace pleaded, her wide eyes full of panic. The man, though still confused, hesitated before nodding. There was something in her frantic expression that made him reluctant to refuse.
The banging from outside grew louder.
“Grace, get out here!” one of the men shouted, his voice thundering against the walls.
Grace felt the walls closing in, and without thinking, she grabbed her dress and small bag and rushed toward the open bathroom.
“What are you doing?” the man demanded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“Please!” Grace’s voice trembled as she stepped forward. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck in an urgent embrace. “Help me! Hold me!”
Before the man could react, the door flung open. The thugs stood in the doorway, their eyes going wide at the sight of the man standing shirtless, arms wrapped around a woman. The tension was thick in the air.
“Get out!” the man ordered in a commanding voice, his tone icy and his stance unyielding. “Now.”
The thugs, caught off guard, quickly backed off. “Sorry, sorry! We got the wrong room!” they muttered, scurrying away as the door slammed behind them.
Grace exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, only then realizing that she was still in the stranger’s arms, her body pressed tightly against his half-naked form. Her face turned a deep shade of red as embarrassment flooded her.
“Thank you,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.
Suddenly, she heard a voice from across the room, and her eyes snapped to the bed. A man with soft, delicate features, his skin smooth as porcelain, lay across the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist. His dark eyes were fixed on the two of them, and he looked entirely too comfortable.
The man addressed the stranger as “Gabriel,” a name that seemed intimate, and with it, the situation became even more confusing.
"Gabriel, I've been waiting for you," he said in a low, almost teasing voice, causing Grace’s mind to go blank in a flurry of confusion.
She hadn’t realized that she had stumbled into what was likely a private moment between two men. That kiss earlier—was it for Gabriel, or was it meant for someone else? The revelation hit her hard, leaving her frozen in shock.
“Oh my God...” she whispered to herself, realizing the full weight of the awkwardness of the moment. Her body had collided with this unfamiliar situation in the most uncomfortable way.
Her cheeks were burning, but she quickly regained her composure. “Uh… sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said hastily, pulling herself out of Gabriel’s embrace, feeling completely embarrassed. She ran into the bathroom as fast as she could.
Gabriel stood there, still processing what had just happened, his eyes following her retreating form. He couldn’t shake the heat that had flared inside him when she had been pressed against him. The feeling of her body against his, her soft skin, her desperate plea—it was all so intense.
She had come to him for help, but now he wondered… he could count on her to return the favor.
- Writer
