Crossing The CEO

Chapter 3: Smoothie

"I know that, dude. I'll be there in a few minutes," a young man with well-trimmed, short black hair replied to the other person at the other end of his call.

He held his phone glued to his ear with one hand and with the other he held onto the steering wheel.

"No, not really. I just flew into the country this morning... No, I haven't gone home," he stated as he tried to hold the mobile phone between his ear and shoulder and tried to pick up his drink with the other, and therefore took his eyes away from the road.

He managed to do that but by the time he got his eyes back on the road, he noticed the light had turned red and a young woman was walking slowly across the road.

He quickly let go of the phone and dropped the drink back at its place and with both of his hands now on the steering wheel, he tried to slow down. This was something he should have done gradually from a long distance away and now, even after hitting the brakes, he doubted he was going to stop on time before hitting the young woman. She didn't make things any easier by taking her time while walking. It felt as if she had no idea a car was drawing closer and when she finally turned her head in his direction, it was too late.

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Ema saw herself fall to the ground as the car finally came to a halt, barely grazing her. It was all blurry. Her vision was blurry and her hearing for a second was abnormal as all she heard was her heart thumping faster and faster in her ears.

Through her blurry vision, she saw someone quickly come out of the car and couldn't make out the person's face as he drew closer to her. She saw the person's lips moving as he bent closer to her but she heard nothing. She couldn't make out his words. She blinked several times to regain her vision and slowly it came back with her hearing ability.

"Miss, are you okay?" She heard the young man's voice at last.

She managed to look up at his face, although she still felt confused about what just happened.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. I hope you're not hurt. Are you okay?" he asked with care as he noticed she was trying to get up to her feet and offered to help.

She flinched at a sudden sharp pain in her ankle and brought her hands to rub it.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he noticed her reaction.

"Of course it does," she replied, frustrated at the constant repetition of his questions.

"Why on earth would you drive in such a manner? You almost killed me," she complained as she soothed her right ankle as if that would make things better.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Let me help you. I'll take you to the hospital, you need to see a doctor..."

"No, I don't!" she snapped at him as she rejected his offer to help.

"I'm fine. Please just go on ahead and leave," she told him without taking a look at his face and tried to get up on her feet on her own. She was determined to show him that she was okay.

"No, you're not, and please let me help you."

"I already told you that I don't need your help. Why are you determined to waste your time?" she rhetorically asked him as she painfully managed to get up to her feet while resting on just her left foot.

She hadn't tried resting any weight on her right foot. She was going to do that. He remained silent as he watched her, unknowingly irritated at her stubbornness.

"You need a doctor..."

"No, I don't," she cut him off as she hung her bag over her shoulder properly and tried to take a step forward, away from him. She decided to try her right foot, but a sharp pain sunk in, making her unconsciously take the weight off her foot. Then she lost her balance and would've fallen to the ground if not for the arms of the handsome young man behind her.