Rejected but found love in a street girl

Chapter 2 : A wonderful experience

Lisa's Pov.

I felt an overwhelming sense of fear when Mark Williams embraced me. Knowing the pattern of previous encounters, I was prepared to scream in order to protect myself from potential harm. However, to my surprise, Mark suddenly withdrew his hands and took a step back.

In that moment, his demeanor seemed unexpectedly gentle, and his masculine scent had a strangely captivating effect on me, causing butterflies in my stomach. It was a sensation I hadn't experienced in a long time.

Yet, amidst this confusion, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mark might be taking advantage of me. I got worried about what would become of me once he left, especially since it was growing dark and my usual place of shelter was quite far away.

Standing before me, the handsome man remained silent, but his gaze suggested he had something on his mind. In my desperate situation, I was accustomed to resorting to extreme measures just to secure a meal.

After what felt like an eternity of silent exchange, frustration got the better of me, and I shouted at him, demanding to know if he intended to abandon me without providing any means of sustenance. I questioned what a street girl like myself could possibly eat. My desperation and anger were pushing me to the edge, prompting me to threaten him with unthinkable actions if he didn't leave immediately.

My remarks made him feel so sorry for me, so he called and requested if I would follow him to his apartment. He offered to give me food and a place to spend the night, because it was already late and dangerous for a girl to walk alone on the streets.

There wasn't another option for me at that particular moment, but to accept his offer. Out of curiosity I asked him if he was living in his apartment alone, with his wife or maybe with his parents.

He then confirmed to me that he wasn't married and it was work that was keeping him away from his parents and siblings. From there I knew that my life was not in safe hands even though Mark seemed to be a kind person.

After arguing for a few minutes, we finally agreed to go and he got hold of my hand as we walked along the flower beds. Suddenly I cast a glance at a magnificent building that resembled a palace, and from the look of things his apartment was in that same building. Mark welcomed me in and after we entered I can testify that it was the most beautiful apartment I ever saw.

Mark reassured me of my safety there and asked me not to worry about anything but be free to have a shower and change into something better. I didn't believe him at first, so I continued to act crazy to keep him away from me.

My instincts told me that he was up to no good, because he treated me like a queen. It had been a very long time since I experienced this kind of treatment from my late Parents. I didn't move at all but stood still staring at him.

"Come on Lisa, don't make a fool out of yourself. There's a hot shower over there and a room ready just for you to rest after the meals." Mark remarked as he headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Sometimes nature takes it's course! You can't imagine what I saw in Mark that night. "thank you God for letting me meet the love of my life." I whispered to myself because He was quite different from all the people I had met before.

I started viewing him from quite different perspective and that sent a shiver down my spine. He was super handsome with an appearance that made him standout in the crowd. His unfathomable golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face.

His eyes were as deep and expressive where you could get lost if you stared long enough. He was not extremely muscular, however he would standout in a crowd which was mostly due to his way of carrying himself.

After thinking for a while, I concluded that perhaps he was not the kind of man who had the girls salivate over him. He looked simple and innocent at the same time. Often you could see a hint of pain in his sparkling eyes which will disappear as suddenly as it emerged.

Mark was busy preparing the ingredients to use in cooking when he looked back and found me staring at him. With bristly eyebrows he shouted at me in a deep hoarse male voice, "for God's sake Lisa, one more time. Go and have a shower or else I will throw you out of this house and lock the door."

He was so annoyed and disappointed in me at the same time. I smiled at him and then asked, "where are the clothes for me to change?" He told me that they were already in the room that he had shown me earlier. The next minute I was singing loudly as I had a shower.

For a moment I forgot my problems and wished that life would have been that way always. "Nothing can make me leave this house easily if he is never going to throw me out." I whispered to myself over and over again.

My happiness suddenly disappeared because deep inside I felt that he was taking advantage of my vulnerability. I knew he was up to no good and was set to abuse me. No decent and rich man will ever be ready to welcome a dirty crazy street girl to spend a night in his apartment.

Everything in his house showed that Mark was filthy rich. After that I decided to do away with all my worries and just enjoy the moment. After freshening up I left the shower and headed to my room.

The room that was to be my bedroom that night was one of the most comfortable rooms that one would wish to sleep in. The bed was fabulous and so was everything in the room.

Mark had placed a pink shirt and blue jeans on the bed. I loved everything even though they brought painful memories. I then sat on the bed naked and stretched myself without realizing that Mark was just standing at the door.

I stood up and started dressing as I sang one of the songs I had learned from one of my aunts.

Amazingly the handsome man peeping through the door and pretending to close the door for me said, "Ooh Lisa, you have a beautiful body and I can't wait to have a touch."

Immediately I looked at him and asked, "what did you just say? Are you out of your mind?" Mark was sorry about what he said earlier and he was like, "I am sorry Lisa don't mind my words please."

I want to assure you that everything is ok here, you don't need to worry about anything. Don't mind my words but take it from me that you are the only girl I'm ever going to need in my life. Because you are perfectly designed to meet my expectations.

You look amazing in those clothes and they fit you really well. It seems like they were designed for you." With all these words I became really nervous. Mark was quick to come closer as he whispered to me in a very humble voice, " food is ready."

I had no choice but to follow him to the dining hall where we enjoyed a delicious meal and there after each one of us retreated to bed.I had a very good night that I even overslept because for a very long time I hadn't slept in a comfortable bed.

Shortly after waking up I had a shower and sat on the bed as I tried to ponder Mark's words. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Mark came in,took hold of my hands and said, "look me in the eye and confirm to me that you are indeed crazy.

Are you pretending to be crazy or what Lisa Mackay? In you I see a beautiful and perfect woman. I love you Lisa and I am never going to let you leave my sight even for a second." Those sweet words from Mark made my heart melt in dismay and all my blood travelled south.

I never expected those words from a rich guy like him. There were many rich, elegant and beautiful women around whom he would have fallen in love with instead of a crazy street girl like me. "I am not your type Mark!" I whispered to myself.

"Everybody here knows me as a crazy girl who always begs for money from passers by and obviously they will make fun of you. Are you sure about that or you are equally making fun of me?" Mark reassured me for the second time as we had our breakfast and that time I believed him.

Everything that was happening seemed like a dream to me even though it was a reality. I never imagined that a day like that will ever come, but here it was. After breakfast, Mark told me that he was taking me somewhere to do something.

I never uttered a single word, since the time he testified to be in love with me. The words were repeating themselves in my thoughts over and over again. I just followed orders as we left the apartment and went to his sister's house. Little did I know that we were going to a beauty parlor, and the cosmetologist and make-up artist was none other than his elder sister Sophia.