FEAR OF A TYCOON

EPISODE THREE

“Good evening, my name is Master Damian. "I think we’ve met before'' The man standing in front of me introduced himself with no expression on his face.

“What do you want?” I asked in a mean voice, not letting my guard down.

“Do you mind letting me in ? "If not, I'll call the police on you for being drunk while crossing a major road.” he threatened, like who does he think he is, to knock on my door this late and threaten me?

I let him in, and he closed the door behind him.

“So what do you want?” I asked.

"I want to give you an offer to be my model for my agency," he said, handing me a business card.

I could feel his gaze so intense on me then I took a step back and read the details on the card.

"This offer lasts for only 24hrs. "Call me when you've made up your mind." Then he left.

Shutting the door behind him, I lay on her bed for some time with the tension collapsing within me. I loved the fragrance he exuded and his tempting dominating figure kept playing imaginations in my mind, before drifting off to a deep sleep.

I stood up from my bed slowly and had my morning routine, ate a little portion of bread with a cup of milk, and headed off to Greenhill.

“Amy, you would never believe what happened last night,” I said, hugging my friend.

“What’s the matter this time?” Amy asked as she looked around, checking if Mrs Evyln was around the corner.

“Remember the strange guy I told you about the other time?”

“Yeah I do, so what happened?” Amy asked, surprised.

“He came to my house last night, he introduced himself as Damian and not only that, he also ….” Amy interrupted.

“Want you to have his babies ?”

“ NO! How did that get to your head? "What I wanted to say is that he wants me to work for him as a model in his agency,” I whispered in the last part.

"Oh, that's good news. "Did you accept his offer and also did he talk about the incident that happened last time ?” Amy kept on asking me questions.

“No, I haven’t accepted his offer yet, and he didn’t talk about the accident, although he threatened to call the police on me if I didn’t let him in.”

“He came into your apartment ?”

“ Yes, he did, and I was in my towel.” I whispered once more.

“Oh my gosh,” Amy said with her right hand covering her mouth .

“ What are you two doing !” The two girls turned to see Mrs Evlyn staring at them with my eyes wide open.

“ I’m so sorry, Mrs. Evlyn I was the one that distracted Amy while she was working.” I begged our manager with my head facing down.

“And that is why she’s getting fired. Now you get back to work and stop causing more problems like you’ve already done .” and with that, Mrs Evlyn left us, I was speechless.

I turned to see my friend with no trace of sadness on her face.

“Amy, I’m sorry, I didn’t ….”

“ I wonder why she’s always mean to people. "Ruby, you mentioned something about a modeling job Damian offered you.” Amy said with a more serious tone.

“Yes I did”, I responded. “I feel you should accept his offer.”

“ But why? I don’t even know that much about him.”

“ Girl, it’s either you take a leap of faith or you end up wasting your youth here and, besides, I can work as your manager.” Amy tried to convince me.

``Give me some time”, wrapping my apron around my waist.

“No problem, just let me know when you’ve made up your mind, but for me, I’m out of this place and Mrs. Evyln can chew on her wrinkled jaws for all I care.”

Amy and I hugged and walked out of the restaurant. I continued taking orders with Damian's offer in my mind and what Amy had told me earlier. I knew I had to decide by the end of the day, and I didn’t want to make the wrong choice.

The day finally ended, and I made up my mind that I would accept his offer. I hung my apron in my usual spot and left.

I felt lonely while walking home. I thought of how I would contact Damian to tell him I'd accepted his offer. Just then, a tall-looking drunk guy held her by her hand.

“You look lost, I can help you out “. Came the words of a drunk tall guy coming out of a dark alley.

"No, it's OK, I'm fine," I said. This time I hastened my steps, but I wasn't fast enough. They pulled me to the dark alley with his over my mouth then he pushed me to the floor.

He took a dagger, put it up close to my throat, pressing his body on top of mine, then he ruffled my clothes, unbuckling my jeans, then he inserted his fingers into my laced panties, ruffling me up.

Was I getting r***d ?

“Put your hands in the air just where I can see them!”

The police, out of nowhere, came to my rescue and arrested the drunk guy and Damian rushed to where I was still lying on the ground wincing in pain. He carried me in princess-style close to his chest.

He carried me to where he packed his car and I couldn’t open the door because I twisted my ankle, and I was tired.

I needed help, so Damian opened the front seat door and placed me gently into his car and closed the door. He strolled back to the police. He was saying some words to them, but I couldn't comprehend what they were saying in this pain.

He walked back to the driver's seat and we zoomed off.

“Where are you taking me to?” I asked in a low tone.

“My house,” he said, with his full focus on the road.

“ You seem worried”

“Why did you choose to walk home alone late? "What about your friend?” he asked me.

“She got fired, please can you slow down a bit you’ll get us killed, and please drop me at my apartment” I turned to face him.

“How did you know about my friend?” I questioned him again.

“She’s the only one you relate with, and you are coming with me to get the proper treatment you need.” Damian kept his eyes on the road, but his expression changed, and he looked worried.

“ Have you been watching me, like some creep?” I looked at him with my eyes wide open.

“Yes, you’ve got a problem with that ?” he responded unhinged.

“No, I don’t. I’m just surprised how someone like you would keep tabs on anybody like me.”

“It’s because you came across my path the same way you did with that drunk dude. The only difference between him and I it’s that I won't humiliate myself outdoors”.

This time I could see a slight smirk on his chiseled chin. I felt like asking more questions, but I was in so much pain, and I was so tired. Then I threw a glance at Damian and, for the first time in a long time, I felt protected and I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes, waking up in a beautiful spacious room painted in white with all the furniture in the room.

I was more surprised when I realized I had been sleeping with a swollen ankle in a grand gigantic bed in a luxurious white room.

“The doctor said you would be so. "Are you enjoying your new view ?” Damian strode into the room with his gaze all on me.

“Would have kept me in your guest room instead of bringing me to your room.” I adjusted the pillow at my back.

“This is the guest room. "Why did the thought of bringing you to my room come to your head ?”

He leaned on the wall facing towards me on my right. I felt embarrassed. It was also as if he could see my mind.

“I accept your offer.” I turned to face him.

“Did you actually think you had a choice?” he smirked.

“I would have charged you with the offense of almost causing an accident if you refused. Your crew will be expecting you tomorrow.”

“But I’m not yet ready and, besides, who would want a model that can’t walk!” tears rolled down my eyes as I said those last words.

“Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want them to see me like this, please” I begged Damian.

“What makes you think your crew members are cruel?”

He walked closer to where I was.

“They won’t accept me this way”, I looked away from him.

“They don’t have to accept you. I’m the only one who does that; no one else.”

He held my chin softly, bringing me to gaze towards him. I found myself lost in his brown eyes.

“They would laugh at me.”

“They won't, I promise,” he said as he walked to the door.

“I feel you should get more rest, and please get comfortable with what you are seeing around here. "You’ll be here for some time”, he opened the door.

“What of my stuff ?” I interrupted him from leaving.

“I had Albert bring your things here when you were asleep and the doctor instructed you to rest more,” he said, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

“He’s so mean, and first he acts as if he cares for me, then he acts like I’m an object for his agency.”