Running Into Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 1 *Rose's POV* I passed the same café over and over again, 'was this the third or the fourth time?' I thought to myself. I don't know. For as all I know is that I've been roaming these streets for days. I have lost track of time and it seems as if it has been yesterday since I ran away. I remembered his cold dark eyes and that evil smirk on his face, the thought of him made a shiver run down my spine. The cold breeze that kissed my soft skin brought me back to reality, I shook my head trying to forget about him and continued roaming through the streets. I passed a fancy looking restaurant which made my stomach growl. It's been a while since I've ate something. This nice old lady was kind enough to give me a couple of dollars to buy myself a sandwich and a bottle of water. After that, I ate nothing. Well, I guess I'm used to it. Before I ran away, I wouldn't eat for long periods of time because that monster wouldn't let me feast my eyes on anything good, neither would he let me out of my room which is more like a cell to me. After about 10 minutes it started to rain, which I started to shiver due to the coldness that surrounded me. The clothes that I was wearing didn't help either. I looked at my ripped baggy pants and my dirty tank top I was wearing. My tank top had holes in a lot of places because I kept falling and bruising myself. I look like a mess, I thought to myself, but a voice interrupted my thoughts before I could think of anything else. "Hey, beautiful." I looked up to see a man standing nearby me, he wasn't alone. There were about six of them, but I didn't have time to count, I was too caught up in the fear of being in another man’s presence. They all looked scary, and I was afraid history would repeat itself again. I started to back away from them but then he spoke "Hey, where do you think you're going?" I didn't think twice and made a run for it. My legs were hurting me so much, but I had to hold on, I had to try. "She's running away, catch her!" The man exclaimed to the other men. I started to hear footsteps right behind me, but I didn't dare to look back, I kept running until I had nowhere else to go but a dark alley. "Come on kitty, we won't hurt you. All we want is to have some fun, I'll give you the best time of your life." My stomach turned at what he said. I felt salty tears run down my cheeks and fall off my chin, I only wanted to run away from him and now I got myself into another problem. All of a sudden thing got quiet and I thought that maybe they went away or something. I decided to get out of the creepy alley and go to a crowded area, at least, that would be safer. Once I made my way out of the alley, I felt a cold arm wrap itself around my throat. A scream made its way through my throat, and I started to struggle. "Please let me go!" I cried. "I swear I don't have any money." "Who said we want money?" he laughed. "We just want to have some fun." He along the other six started to laugh while I was praying for my life. I didn't know it was going to end this fast, but my life is already a big mess so maybe ending it will be better. But I can't die. I can't, my mother always said, 'fight for your freedom and don't let anyone get in your way'. I gasped for air realizing I was pinned to the ground. But I wasn't going to let his dirty hands touch me, so I threw my feet up in the air and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. "Ow! You little piece of s**t! I was being easy on you, now you'll get it!" He yelled trying to get up. But before he could do anything else I ran away from him making my way to another block. "Get her." I heard him shout to the other men. It was about 11 and dark outside therefore I couldn't see what was in front of me but that didn't make me stop. All of a sudden, I collided into a hard wall. 'Wait what, where did this come from' I thought to myself. I started to panic hearing the men getting closer to me but then the wall moved, and I realized that it wasn't a wall. It was a body. I looked up to see the most handsome looking man in all existence. He looked at me with cold eyes but softened for a split second, but then turned into confusion. "There you are," I heard the man say. My heartbeat started to increase, and I looked at the man I ran into hoping he wouldn't just leave me here to die. Chapter 2 *Rose's POV* I woke up to the sound of growling, it caught me off guard until I heard it again. I looked down realizing it was just my stomach pleading for food. My throat was dry, and it felt as if I was living in a desert from all the dehydration. I looked up at the clock and squinted my eyes trying to figure the time due to the darkness that surrounded me. 3 AM. I was debating whether I should risk going downstairs and eat something or just stay in my cell to starve. I looked around my room which I prefer to call it a cell. It was nothing like home. It was dull and full of dark memories I despise and loath. Getting off of my hard, rock bed, I make my way to the door really carefully trying to be quiet and not attract attention on myself. I take the cold handle in my hands and turn it to the left slowly. Once I open the door I get out of my room and start taking slow steps down the stairs making sure I don't make any squeaky sounds that will wake up my stepfather. Once I made it to the kitchen, I quickly fill myself a cup of water and gulp it down my throat. I put the glass of water down on the counter and open the refrigerator. My stomach growls from the site of the delicious food in front of me. I decide to grab a granola bar and make my way to my room before he catches me. I close the refrigerators door only to hear a scream coming out of my mouth. There he was, right in front of me with cold eyes staring right through me. He had bags under his eyes and a bottle of wine in his right hand. You could smell his stinky breath from a mile away. I was terrified to be caught and I expected what was going to happen next. "What are you doing?" he said in a clearly drunk voice. "I-I'm hungry, I haven't eaten in a d-day and a half," I replied in a cracky voice. A smirk made its way to his face, and he chuckled in a low voice. He loved to see me struggle and he loved it more when it was obvious, I was frightened by him. "Hungry you say? Only humans feel hunger. But you're no human, you're just a worthless piece of nothing, you trash." He sneered in a creepy, loud voice. I whimpered and felt tears running down my face. He laughed and looked at me with disgust and slapped me right in my face. I sobbed until I heard him say "stop crying like a baby you idiot." He grabbed the bottle of wine and held it in the air and smashed it on my head. I felt nothing but pain and darkness engulfing me in a pool of misery. I felt my eye lids closing and darkness surrounding me until everything went numb. .............. I opened my eyes feeling relieved that it was just a dream, more like a memory. My fingers were rubbing on a scar on the back of my neck which was caused by the bottle of wine from that terrifying night. I was torn from my thoughts when I heard a shower running. My eyes widened when I noticed I was not in my cell but in some other fancy, beautiful room. Memories from that night came rushing to me. 'That's right, I ran away' I thought to myself but then my guards were up knowing I was not on the streets anymore but in an expensive room. I was struggling trying to remember what happened last night, tears started to form in my eyes when I remembered I was attacked by a group of men. Did they bring me here? I panicked. I took the sheets off me, and a worried expression crossed my face. I was in another set of clothes and not in my usually worn-out ones. I started to freak out at the images that started to come to my mind. I felt violated and disgusted that someone saw my body. But there was one thing wrong. Those men from yesterday looked homeless and there was no way they could afford something like this, not even keep me alive. The water running snapped me out of my thoughts as it slowly turned off. Whoever was in there was going to come out soon. The door flew open and warm air came rushing out, it was foggy for a couple of seconds until someone made its way out of the bathroom. I held my breath scared of who the person might be but gasped when I saw the most attractive man. I started to remember what happened last night. I ran into him, and he caught me. He then fought off those men in a blink of an eye. I was so shocked that words couldn't be formed, he saved my life. I let out a breath of relief but was caught off guard when he started to take small steps toward me in nothing but a towel. My eyes went down to his shoulders then to his six pack, he was muscular and attractive. There's no denying in that. I quickly snapped out of it and averted my eyes on his face hoping he didn't just catch me checking him out. He had a smirk on his face knowing clearly, I checked him out and he was happy about that. This isn't me, I'm not a bold person to actually check a person out but I was never allowed to be near people that much anyways. I never had a boyfriend after him or an actual friend. I guess I stayed in my room mostly all the time and that's one of the reasons why I become insecure when I'm in another man's presence. I was never allowed to be near them anyways other than him. But mostly I wouldn't like to be near them because of the fear of them turning out like him and my stepfather. "Are you ok?" I heard a familiar voice. I looked up at the man and tried to form words. His eyes are beautiful like the ocean, and I could get lost in them forever. I nodded afraid that my voice would betray me and then averted my eyes on my lap. "What's your name?" He said in a calm voice. I looked at him and was arguing with myself on whether to tell him or not. He did save my life, so I guess I owe him it. "Rose Kelley," I replied in a weak voice. He just continued to stare at me while I felt uncomfortable and shifted on the bed. "I'm Damon William," he said. 'Damon, such a beautiful name,' I thought to myself but shook those thoughts off of my mind and looked up at Damon. "Where am I?" I asked looking around the room. "You're in one of my hotel rooms," he replied. I nodded my head and ran my hands through my hair. "Mr. William, thank you for saving me from those men yesterday," I say in a grateful voice. Anger appeared in his eyes when I brought up the men from yesterday but was quickly gone. Must have been my imagination, there's no way he could feel any emotion other than pity for me because we don't know each other. "You're welcome and please, call me Damon," he replied in a friendly voice. I was surprised, one second, he's all scary and serious and the other second he's calm and friendly. I just nodded my head and asked him the question I was dreading. "Did you change me into these clothes," I asked in a soft tone. He looked at me surprised and then chuckled. "No, one of my maids changed you into these clothes," he replied in a husky voice. I felt all my blood flow into my cheeks, well of course he would have maids to do that. And then it clicked, Damon William. His name sounded so familiar, and I knew I must've saw his name before. Then I remembered walking through the streets of New York last week and I passed a building that had a poster which said, 'Damon William the CEO of the Blackwoods company'. My eyes widened at the realization; I'm sitting right in front of a billionaire. I started to panic. This is not my place; I have to get out of here.