𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 | 𝓙𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓪 |

~ 2 ~

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As the night descended like a heavy cloak over the city, my eyes fluttered open, my senses slowly coming back to me. The unfamiliar surroundings jolted me awake, my heart racing as I realized I wasn't in my own bed. Panic surged through my veins, my mind racing to piece together the events that had led me here.

With a shaky breath, I sat up, taking in my surroundings with wide eyes. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. It was a cozy space, with parquet floors and minimalist decor that spoke of simple elegance. I couldn't help but admire the subtle beauty of it all, the way the white walls seemed to embrace the warmth of the wooden furniture scattered throughout the room.

But there was no time to dwell on aesthetics. With a sense of urgency, I got out of bed and began to search the house, my steps cautious as I moved from room to room. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach, a nagging sense of disorientation that refused to be ignored.

As I descended the stairs, the distant strains of Spanish music mingled with the sound of a deep male voice, raised in heated argument. My brow furrowed in confusion as I strained to make out the words, the unfamiliar language washing over me in a torrent of incomprehensible sounds.

Curiosity piqued, I stopped at the kitchen not knowing what to do, as I didn't want to interrupt any important conversation, although I didn't know Spanish, I could tell that he was pretty mad, and that got me a bit scared.

"Me estás jodiendo?! Otra vez la misma mierda?!," his voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Carlos esta es la segunda vez que pasa lo mismo, estás trabajando en una de las empresas más presigiosas del sector, no me puedo permitir ni el minimo fallo, te lo dije la primera vez," the shouts continued. "Te juro por dios, como la vuelvas a cagar, no van a ser sólo palabras de advertencia," I hear a sudden hit and then the screamings stopped.

(TRANSLATION:

"Are you fucking with me? The same shit again," his voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Carlos this is the second time this has happened, you are working in one of the most prestigious companies in the industry, I can't afford even the slightest failure, I told you the first time," the shouts continued. "I swear to God, if you screw up again, it won't be just a verbal warning," I hear a sudden hit and then the screamings stopped.)

Though I couldn't understand the words, the urgency in his tone was unmistakable. Something had gone wrong, something significant enough to rouse Javier's ire.

For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of whether to intrude on his private conversation. But the intensity of his emotions drew me in, compelling me to linger just a moment longer, listening in on a world I couldn't begin to comprehend.

With a heavy heart, my steps continued to walk towards the living room, and there he was. A bottle of Whiskey along with his phone and his feet, were on top of the table, his legs streched and crossed. He was typing something with one hand, on the laptop that was over his tights, while his other hand was holding a glass with Whiskey on it, and a cigar between his fingers.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. I had only just met him, and yet here he was, a comforting presence in the midst of my confusion. Gathering my courage, I stepped into the room, my eyes meeting Javier's across the expanse of the table.

He looked up, his expression softening at the sight of her. "Hey," he said softly, setting his glass down on the table. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

I opened her mouth to reply, but the words caught in my throat. I struggled to find my voice, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a leaden blanket.

"Where am I?," I finally managed to croak out, my voice barely above a whisper.

Javier's brow furrowed in concern. "You fell asleep in my car," he explained gently. "Yo didn't tell me where you live and I didn't want to leave you alone on the street, so I brought you my place."

My mind reeled at the revelation, my memories slowly coming back to me in fragments. I remembered the bridge, the overwhelming despair that had threatened to consume me. And I remembered Javier, his strong arms pulling me back from the edge, his voice a lifeline in the darkness.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

Javier shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "You're not trouble," he said firmly. "You're a person in need, and I couldn't just walk away."

I felt a lump form in my throat at his words, a swell of emotion threatening to overwhelm me. I had never been good at accepting help, at letting others see my vulnerabilities.

I was confused about his change of mood, frigtened of knowing who he really was.

"I think I'll go home.."

He got up from the couch upon hearing me and walked toward me. His decision made me take a few steps back. "Don't be scared bonita (pretty)," he smiled reassuringly, "I'll take you home. But promise me you'll be okay."

"It's okay, I'll take a cab this time, thank you," I hurried to the entrance noticing his footsteps following me.

I could see how he was looking for something in the drawer of the entrance drawer. "Here's my card, call me with anything you need," I take a small card from his hand. "I'd love to hear more from you," he kissed the palm of my hand. "Please be careful."

His gravelly yet soft-toned voice made my skin crawl. His bright brown eyes, his half-muscled physique, his scent, details I hadn't noticed a few hours ago.... He was such a man.

"Thank you Javier, it's been a very low moment and.... I will ask for help I promise," I smile slightly.

He opened the door winking at me, making me feel a thousand things inside me.

Who is this man?

[To be continued...]