The Handsome Stranger
867 Words
Kiya’s POV
We brought Rita straight to Ken’s apartment and carefully laid her down on his bed. She was still unconscious, her breathing shallow but steady. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened at the factory.
On the way, Ken received a call on Rita’s phone. It was Sam. Ken explained everything to him, and he said he was bringing a doctor immediately. But there were no medical supplies in the apartment, not even basic first-aid.
So, I did what I always do in emergencies.
I went out.
While I was at the medical store, Ken messaged me that the doctor had already arrived and was examining Rita. I bought whatever supplies I could think of—and since none of us had eaten anything since morning, I grabbed some food too.
By the time I returned to Ken’s apartment floor, my head was full of worry.
I knocked.
The door opened.
And my world… stopped.
A man stood in front of me—tall, broad-shouldered, with jet black hair and crystal-brown eyes that looked straight into my soul. His gaze was stern, sharp, and unbelievably intense.
My body went completely stiff.
The air around me felt hotter. My heartbeat thundered inside my ears. It felt like every drop of blood in my body rushed to my cheeks all at once.
I was chewing gum without even realizing it.
And then—
Pop.
The bubble I had blown burst on my lips.
That sound snapped me back to reality.
Mortified, I immediately turned around, my face burning in embarrassment.
“I… I think I came to the wrong floor,” I blurted out and started walking away.
“Kiya, where are you going?”
Ken’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
I froze.
I turned back slowly—and now Ken was standing at the door instead of that man.
Was I… daydreaming?
“I… he… who…” I stammered like a complete i***t.
“Just come inside,” Ken muttered impatiently. His worry for Rita was clearly visible.
Still confused, still embarrassed, I entered the apartment with my head down. I placed the food bags on the table and slumped onto the sofa.
“Normal people get nightmares after seeing wolves attack people… but here I am daydreaming about a handsome man,” I muttered to Ken under my breath. “Is something seriously wrong with me?”
That’s when I noticed a girl already sitting on the sofa, staring at me oddly.
Oh. Great.
“I… didn’t see you there,” I said awkwardly. “Hi, I’m Kiya.”
I stretched my hand toward her.
“Shelly,” she replied with a small smile and shook my hand.
The doctor came out of the bedroom then. Both Shelly and I stood up immediately.
“She will be fine,” the doctor said calmly. “The wounds will heal soon, but she is weak. She needs proper rest.”
Ken rushed inside the bedroom to check on Rita.
I was about to turn and look at whom the doctor was speaking to when suddenly someone entered the room from the balcony.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
It was him.
The same man from the factory.
The same one I sprayed with pepper spray.
Without thinking, I grabbed the vase from beside the sofa and lifted it above my head, ready to throw.
But Shelly grabbed my wrist immediately.
“Wait! Don’t hurt him,” she said urgently. “He’s not the kidnapper.”
My hand remained frozen in the air, still holding the vase.
“Kiya… put down the vase.”
A deep, commanding voice spoke from behind me.
I turned slowly.
And there he was.
The same handsome man from earlier—standing barely a hand’s distance away from me.
My breath hitched.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t blink.
His crystal-brown eyes locked onto mine, and once again that strange heat rushed through my body. I was so lost in his gaze that I didn’t even realize when he stepped closer.
His hand reached out to take the vase from mine.
The moment his skin touched mine—
ZAP.
A sudden jolt of electricity shot through my hand and straight into my chest.
I gasped and jerked my hand back instinctively.
The vase slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor.
The sound echoed through the room.
Ken rushed out of the bedroom. “What happened?!”
“Someone’s daydream just came true,” the man said with a wicked smirk and brushed past me casually.
Shelly chuckled.
That’s when my brain finally processed my earlier words.
I had said all of that… out loud.
Embarrassment level: fatal.
My face turned red like a tomato. I covered my eyes with both hands, wishing the floor would just swallow me whole.
They all went back inside the bedroom to check on Rita.
Since she was safe now and clearly surrounded by people who cared about her, I quietly picked up my bag and slipped out of the apartment without another word.
I was not ready for any more humiliation today.
I could meet Rita tomorrow.
Or any other day.
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