Chapter 1

ve out of the way, out of the way" a biker was coming on top speed and everybody was moving out of the way. He had a panic look, I think his break had failed or something. I was the last to move out of the way. I wasn't lucky at all because he kind of pushed me with the bike. I fell hard so I cursed him under my breath and mustered up my best glare to fire at him but he was long gone.

The park was crowded, as usual, my everyday routine was to go on a run to keep fit before going to work. I was on all fours; my knees and palms I couldn't protect them, that jerk didn't even stop to check If I was alright. I wanted to cry but I couldn't do so. Not here, not now.

"Hey, are you alright?" a deep and husky voice asked me, I was now sitting on the floor to check for any bruises. I raised my head to reply to the person who asked but my jaw dropped immediately. I know staring was rude but I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was blessed by the morning sun. I was met with his sharp cheekbones, thick eyebrows and kissable lips. I think I was starring for long because he waved his hands in front of me again for the third time.

"Erm sorry, I think I bruised my knees." I shyly answered. Looking at him through my lashes. I was a little bit shy all of a sudden because I felt self-conscious with just my short leggings and my vest. I felt goosebumps on my bare hands so as I began to sweat in my head which I have never felt before.

"Can you get up?" he asked again, smiling at me now, I thought he had a nice face and body: you should have seen his gracious smile and beautifully arranged teeth. "Sure, I can thank you for asking. I smiled at him politely. The crowd had vanished instantly, they all went back to what they were doing and I was glad the attention wasn't on me anymore." I said as I tried to get up."

I yelped in pain as I sat down again and held my injured leg. The stranger was immediately by my side again, but this time too close to my liking. "I think you've hurt your ankle let me check." He politely said, looking at me patiently for permission, what a gentleman. I nodded my head to give him the go-ahead as his skin-touching me felt as though the doors of heaven has been opened to me. His skin was cold enough for my liking. I enjoyed the feel of his touch on mine. I nearly moaned at his touch, but the pain overtook my pleasure because I yelped again when he touched where it began to swell and it was red immediately.

"I think you need some ice on it, where do you stay?" he asked, looking at me. I raised a questioning eyebrow at him, he must have sensed my discomfort because he immediately raised his hands in the air as if he were surrendering something.

"I'm just asking because looking at your condition you can't make it home by yourself, you have to hop or limb painfully home." He said looking at me however the way he said it, gosh it looked painful and uncomfortable.

"Oh, thanks I live just around the corner, the Hilda apartments, it's not far from here" I tried telling him."Don't worry I'm also from the same apartment. I came here for a business meeting so if you don't mind I'm gonna carry you in my arms or you could just hop on my back, that would be more comfortable I believe." He suggested and got down but not on his knees.

Our walk to the apartment was a quiet one, as much as I loved being on his perfect backs the attention we were getting from people around us was too much for me to bear. Some looked at us with awe, others just looked and those that weren't shy stared at us. I buried my face in his neck as I inhaled his manly scent.

Gosh, this man is an epitome of a Greek god, how can a person be this handsome? Everything on him is alluring starting from his hair to his toe. His perfume was the sweetest scented fragrance I have ever smelled. I nearly fell asleep on his back but I had to remember I was comfortable in a stranger's comfort. I began to squirm, I felt so embarrassed to be carried in this way, I just hope I'm not heavy that would have been more humiliating. He helped me to my apartment door, I opened the door for him, for some strange reason I felt I could trust him. I know mummy always says no strangers in the house but I badly need his help and I had no choice but to let him into my room. He helped me put a cube of ice on my ankle and gently massaged it. That was so nice of him but the pain was so unbearable.

I even teared up. I wasn't shy he was looking at me cry. Damn! to hell with that shyness. I need to get myself ready I have an important meeting with a client so have to leave for the office, even if I have to drag that leg to the office I will do that. "Don't walk on your ankle too much" that was his final words before he left me in my huge apartment. Gosh what is happening to me? I just missed a stranger's presence. You could feel the faint smell of his cologne.

His girlfriend must be the luckiest girl on earth, I didn't see any ring on his ring finger so I concluded he must've a girl friend instead. I hurriedly dressed in my office wear, which was a black pencil skirt and a striped blouse. I had little makeup on, just my eyeliner and lipgloss and I opted for flats instead of my normal heels. My hair was held in a high ponytail with some loose strands hanging around. I wonder why I'm dressing myself today.

"Because you want to meet up with a certain someone," my subconscious mind said. I shook my head as I entered the elevator to the ground floor. My feet were protesting but I didn't have that luxury to stay at home. When I got to the office, everything was normal, l just that my limping and me not being in my heels were attracting many curious eyes to me. As usual, I paid no heed to them as I went to my office. Coming to this state was one of the best decisions I have made after the incident.

"Madam, The CEO of The Hotel Del Victoria is here." My secetary of three years said. We are friends but when it comes to working we know our boundaries. "Please let him in" I politely said, as I turned to look at the city that accepted me with all my flaws, thinking about my parents brought me back to the conversation I had with my parents a week ago, they were hoping for me to move back home to inherit their company but I'm not ready to go back home, not yet. I will go back home when my wound is completely healed and when I get over the betrayal."Good morning Miss Acosta" a familiar voice greeted me, smiling ear to ear