An Encounter that Changed Everything

Nicole's POV:

I looked up to see who knew it was that cared for my attention.

-Lo and behold! I couldn't believe my eyes.

This man standing before me was a majestic figure; he had smooth, pale warm skin that complimented his piercing, ice-blue eyes, giving him a mysterious, majestic look.

His thick black curly hair stood with much grace on his head, his sharp jawline couldn't be ignored, his face so chiseled and muscular like those models on the runway. Standing at 6'3", his tall, built frame exuded both composure and elegance.

"I heard you crying from a distance. I was about to get into my car, but you're too beautiful to be in this condition. Is anything the matter with you?" he asked curiously, breaking the awkward silence between us.

I quickly dried my face with the back of my palms. I feigned a smile and blinked quickly twice. "It's nothing, I'm fine, by the way."

He was taken aback. The smirk at the corner of his lips told me he didn't believe a bit of what I told him. "I refuse to believe that it's nothing. I mean, I've been watching you from afar until you came and sat at the front of this lonely restaurant. What's the matter? I'm willing to help."

"I'm fine. I'm just overwhelmed by family issues. I needed to clear my head, hence my presence here at this place," I murmured quietly, hoping I would be able to convince him this time around.

He looked at me for a few seconds and nodded gently in an amusing manner. "I'm so sorry about your pain. If you don't mind, why don't you hop in and let me take you somewhere nice?"

I responded almost immediately. "I don't want to go anywhere with you, and I can't be seen in public with you."

His expression changed immediately. The look of inquisitiveness turned to confusion. I was grateful for his willingness to help me, but I was scared my brothers would see us together, and that would add more salt to my already broken heart.

"How about my house? It's just down the end of the town towards Golden Gate Bridge. Do you mind coming with me? My car is just over there," he said calmly, pointing towards the car.

I thought over his selfless proposal. In as much as it made sense, I was scared. What if he did something terrible to me? What would be my fate? How would my family locate me and come to my rescue?

As different thoughts pounded in my mind, his thick voice cut through my head again.

"Thank you, sir. I will be fine," I said convincingly.

He was not having it. "But I insist. What if some hoodlums come and do something bad to you? This place is lonely and dangerous. Please, permit me to be your guest and take you out of here."

Seeing that he wasn't backing down a bit from letting me be, I agreed.

Together, we walked to his car: a black sleek Mercedes Benz jeep with tinted windows.

While he drove, he cracked jokes that brightened my mind and got me out of my moody demeanor. I couldn't help but think of myself in his huge arms while he cuddled me—if perhaps my fantasy ever happened.

"Stupid Nicole, you are such a bitch," I cursed myself in my head. Having such desires for a man I hardly knew and had just met was the beginning of delusion at its peak.

After ten minutes of peaceful driving, he made his way into a huge gated estate and parked in the garage.

Immediately, the car came to a halt. He got out quickly and opened the passenger door for me.

I was stunned by his gentlemanliness. As if that wasn't enough, the huge, episodic mansion and its compound serenity hit my eyes in full reality.

The flowers bloomed in their glory, complementing the spring weather. The house was adorned with white and gold paint, and two molded lion heads stood at the entrance of the house.

Complementing its undeniable beauty were two huge pillars standing strong above the tarred ground.

The rose family scent from the corner hit my nose just before he spoke. "Do you like the place?"

I smiled gently and nodded in approval.

The sitting room boasted a stylish white and gold color scheme, with adorable gold molding framing the ceiling and doorways. Posh white velvet sofas, accented with gold finishes, were arranged around a grand fireplace, which sparkled under the glow of the crystal chandelier. Everything about the sitting room screamed class, luxury, and old money aesthetics.

"You may make yourself comfortable while I go get you something to drink. Do you take whiskey? I'll add some ice," he inquired.

"I don't take alcohol, sir. I'd prefer Malta and ice," I responded.

He nodded and walked towards the extreme end of the sitting room before diverting. Shortly after, he returned with a tray, and on it were a glass cup and two bottles of Malta Guinness.

I swallowed hard at the sight of the Malta and ice. My thirst was so high that I almost lost my cool.

In no time, I opened the bottle of Malta and poured it into the glass. The cold sensation washed down my anguish as I took a sip. So soothing, so rich, so chilled—just how I liked it.

"So if you don't mind, tell me about yourself. I want to know some things about you," he whispered calmly, as he stared at me with keen interest.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. His blue eyes seemed more interested than usual, his face red and still, and his arms were folded as he awaited my response.

I began, "I'm the last child of three children. My parents are unemployed, and I happen to be working in a restaurant. That restaurant you saw me crying in before you approached me—that's where I work!"

He was puzzled and opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. I didn't know what to call the expression on his face: surprised, unsure, or disbelief.

I continued, "I've been supporting my family for a while now with crucial needs—feeding, rent, and transportation. I thought my efforts were being appreciated, but it's a lie. My father met with an old investor from his previous workplace who offered to help, on the condition that I become his way… And, you know what… my father accepted. Now my life is about to be given away, just like a pawn, a mere slave with no value. That's how my father regards me."

After I finished my statement, I looked up to see his reaction: his eyes wide open, his brows furrowed, and his mouth wide open. I knew he was searching for the right response, but no words came.

The weight of what I just said lingered in the air, and all he could do was shake his head pitifully, concerned and caught off guard. It was as if the ground beneath him had opened, and he was struggling to find his stand.

After an awkward silence that almost seemed like eternity, he spoke, "What do you intend on doing now? I can assist you with some money and see how I can be of help to you.

But promise me you'll always stay in touch. I will be heading to Japan tomorrow for a very important business meeting and return by next weekend. Before then, let me see my capability. You don't deserve this; it's sad and pathetic."

I knelt down and thanked him profusely, but he asked me to stand up, saying he would do more for me if he had the opportunity.

My tears were flowing without ease, and my feet were sore from my racing mind and uncalm demeanor.

He requested my account number, and shortly after, he showed me the receipt of his debit transaction.

He had just transferred a hundred and fifty dollars into my PayPal account. I was marveled at such kindness, and my knees fell on the ground again, thanking him profusely.

After talking for some time, he led me upstairs to a master bedroom and showed me the shower. I took off my dress and went in, allowing the water to wash away all my bitterness and developed hatred for my father.

I came out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body and met a clean robe on the bed with aloe vera gel.

I quickly dried my body, applied the gel, and put on the robe. The air conditioner was acting on the highest intensity, and it made me freeze.

Just as I was about to turn it off, he opened the door and walked in slowly. I was stunned. He wasn't wearing a shirt; he only wore loose pajama trousers, revealing his huge, erect package. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps, toned muscles, and pecs couldn't be ignored as he stood still. The passion in his eyes burned with maximum intensity.

One thing led to another, and I let him into my body, riding me to climax, coupled with pain and satisfaction. My moans filled the room, and he rode me harder, increasing his pace. The evidence of his thrusts took a toll on my body.

It didn't take long for him to break my hymen and deflower me. When he noticed the blood on his dick, he asked if I hadn't been touched, and I told him, "Yes." I could see the proud look on his face.

After about thirty minutes of pleasurable sex, I collapsed on the bed and fell deeply asleep.