“Ooh, spicy. I like that. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure to give you some tips.” The man was inching closer to me for a kiss. Seeing as such, I pushed him away with all my strength and hit him with the mop beside me.
He snapped and pushed me onto the ground. Terrified, I screamed out loud, but no one came to my rescue. Just as I thought it was all over for me, a man came forward and kicked the man off me.
In a daze, I caught a glimpse of a tall silhouette against the bright ceiling lamp. The man’s eyes were filled with anger.
Christopher kicked the drunk man a few more times, rendering him incapable of getting up from the ground. The man then turned his head toward me and gave me a minatory look. I looked at him, too petrified to speak.
Christopher was furious, and surprisingly, his anger was directed at me. Why though? Did I offend him?
“Why… Why are you here?” I murmured.
Christopher remained taciturn as he helped me up from the ground. He then started dragging me toward the exit. “Wait. My luggage is still in my room.”
Christopher held my hand firmly as we walked back into my room to get my luggage. After we got downstairs, he decided to carry me in his arms so that we could move faster.
Shocked, I uttered, “What are you doing? Let me down. Don’t you realize we’re on the streets right now?”
“Shut up!” Christopher dropped me off in his car.
He had never been this angry with me before, so I was rather stupefied by his behavior. Sitting in the car, I was afraid to even move an inch. All I could hear in the car was his heavy breathing.
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