Perfect Fate ✔

4. Let Me Take You Home

Hello, everyone! Before you read any further, please be reminded that this story is full of cliches, maybe unrealistically so. So don't think too logically while reading.

Love you all.

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Him..

What the hell happened to her? Who hurt her that badly? I think I gathered that someone has lied and cheated. If she was talking about a boyfriend he is a dead man! How can he do this to her? If she was my girlfriend I would never even glimpse at another woman. I would never lie to her or hurt her.

Hold on, what? I've never had a girlfriend before, and as far as I can remember, I didn't even want to. I'm neither one to settle down, nor to be tamed. Remember, Dean, don't let a hot chick confuse you.

Then why does it feel like I will no longer be able to get her out of my mind? Well, the important point now is that she is having a breakdown on a sidewalk because of me. She is right about every word she said. I have no right to shout at her or order her the way I did. But I had to.

I just couldn't control myself. I don't know what I would have done if one of them got close enough to lay a finger on her. Still, I was really wrong when I called her crazy though. It obviously hurt her. I was just really mad at her, and angry about how those fucking men were checking her out. Man, I didn't mean to hurt her.

I sat next to her on the sidewalk, not uttering a word, waiting for her to finish crying. I felt like hugging her, caressing her back, calming her down in any way possible, but that would have gotten her more upset with me and definitely frightened.

"I'm sorry." I said after ten minutes yet she cried even harder.

"How did I make you even angrier now?" I sighed almost desperately.

"I should not be crying! I never cry in front of anyone but Matthew! Why the hell am I crying in front of you?" She said between breaths.

Matthew...

I could feel my blood boil.

Who the hell is Matthew?! Is he the one who cheated on her?

I didn't talk for the next ten minutes. I didn't trust myself or what I would say if I opened my mouth.

Why does it even bother me so much? I have no clue.

Another ten minutes had passed and she stopped crying but still had hiccups, and even as guilty as I was, I still admired how innocent she looked.

"I'm sorry." I said again. "I shouldn't have shouted or called you crazy, or ordered you around like that. And I'm sorry I grabbed your ar--" I stopped when I looked at her upper right arm. My handprint was visibly pink.

"It's okay." She noticed where my eyes were and covered it with her left hand, blushing.

"It will leave a bruise in the morning." I clenched my jaw and shook my head.

What a fucking idiot I am. An hour or so ago, I got out of the car to check on her and try to support her as much as I could, yet I ended up making her cry even harder and with a bruise. What a mess I've made.

I mean, yes, I know I'm a dick, and honestly, I've always been fine with it, but not to that extent. And not to her. Fuck, not with her. At least I didn't want to be, and no matter the result, I actually am trying my best not to be a dick with her. She's as innocent and fragile as a hummingbird.

"It's okay." She repeated. "I can always wear long sleeves." She smiled, her cheeks turning pinker by the second. She was joking about it, trying not to make me feel guilty.

God, I feel like kissing the life out of her right now!

"Let me drive you home." I cleared my throat.

"No." She stood up and so did I.

"No." I shook my head as well.

"Just give me my stuff and let me go."

"Where? You don't have a cell phone or any money, or anyone to go to. I'm not gonna let you go, walking in the streets alone grabbing two heavy suitcases, one of which you can't even carry, in the middle of the night with that short dress." I argued. She looked down at her dress which was some good inches above her knees.

"It's not that short." She stated, blushing once again.

"It's short enough for you to not be walking around in." I said, looking at those big beautiful eyes that I had come to admire.

"Come on. Let's go." I took a few steps to my car.

"Again? where? Just go on, and I'll just take some time to think and figure out where to go." She shrugged.

"Let's go to my place then. You don't have anywhere to go, right? Sleep at my place till you figure it out." Somehow I felt my heart beating faster than I imagined it would.

"What? No. Of course not." She shook her head.

"You don't have many options. Now get back in my car and let's go home before I start ordering you around again. I hear you don't like that." I smiled briefly. She smiled sweetly then hesitated again a little.

"But.." she looked around, as if trying to find another solution.

"No buts. Come on." I opened her door and waited for her to get inside.

"Okay, but I will leave first thing in the morning." She stated, and as much as it bothered me, I nodded.

"Let's just get you safe for now." I smiled as she got in.

I can't let her go without knowing what will happen to her. I need to know she's safe. And I need to have a serious talk with myself. I'm really going nuts with all those new feelings I'm having. God, I'm turning mushy.

I turned on the GPS and it took us almost half an hour to get to my condo. I parked the car, got her bags and we went to the elevator. The ride to the seventeenth floor was a quite awkward one. I could feel the tension in the air and I could feel myself harden every time I thought about her sleeping in my bed.

She is sleeping in my bed tonight, no matter what.

What a dick...

We got out of the elevator and I opened the door for her. She got in slowly, swaying that sweet ass, and I followed before closing the door and walking past her to my bedroom. I placed her bags on my bed then turned around when she entered the room.

"No. I will stay on the couch."

"No way." I snapped.

Seriously, could you be any creepier?

"I mean, you look really worn out. You need the rest way more than I do. I'll be fine outside." I explained. She smiled bashfully and nodded.

"I'll let you change. Make yourself comfortable. If you need anything I'm right outside." I said before I got out of the room.

There's no way in hell I'm sleeping here! I'm sleeping in there with her. But how am I going to do that? How do I do that? I need a good excuse to sleep in the bedroom with her.

Fuck, I am a fucking freak.

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