His "Perfect" Kitten

Chapter 01

The cold air was nipping at my face as I was walking home from my best friend, Damon's, house. I tightened the black jack around my small frame as I shivered from a gust of wind. I regretted not taking Damon up on his offer for a ride home. It was pitch black outside, not a star in sight. The streetlights gave off a dim glow, barely lifting up the street.

I tucked a piece of my blond hair behind my ear as I neared an alley. I turned into, taking a short cut to my house that I always took. I heard a bunch of yelling as I was walking down, making me slow my pace.

I saw a group of people encircling around something. Curiosity sparked me as I weaved my way through the crowd to take a look in the middle. In the middle, there stood 2 men throwing punches at each other. My eyes widened as I took in their looks. The one delivering the punches was huge. He was the kind of guy that could crush my 5'5 frame with his pinky. His muscles flexed as he threw punch after punch. He rocked on the balls of his feet, his stance strong. He wore only a pair of gym shorts, his perfectly crevassed chest on show. His body was shiny due to the thick layer of sweat he had covering him like a second skin. His du kissed skin shone even under the dimly lit alley. His dark brown hair was messily pushed out of his face, giving a good view of gods creation. His strong jaw was clenched as he repetitively hit his opponent. His grey eyes held a bone chilling glare as he stared down his opponent. There was a cut just above his bushy eyebrows, and there was a bruise forming on his cheek.

My heart pounded, my mind telling me to leave, but my body wouldn't move. Just as I was about to turn around, his grey eyes met mine. A gasp escaped my lips as he stopped hitting his opponent. The world slowed as his grey eyes stared down my brown ones making my belly erupt in butterflies.

I covered my mouth as a fist connected with his cheek, making his head whip to the side. Blow after blow was thrown, some from him, others from his opponent. He could easily win against this guy seeing he was bigger and obviously more experienced. I watched as his jaw ticked as he threw one last punch knocking his opponent out cold. Cheers echoed through the alley as the mysterious stranger walked away. I quickly made my way through the crowd in the direction he walked.

"Hey wait." I called, speeding up my pace as fast as I could with my short legs. He made long ways from the crowd before he stopped turning to me.

"What's a little girl like you doing out at a time like this?" He asked his voice husky. My heart sped up as I got closer.

"I'm not little! I'm 17 years old!" I huffed crossing my arms. I saw him smirk as he looked down at me.

"And that does what exactly? Still a little thing." He smirked. His voice sounded like sex and any girl would swoon at the sound of it.

"You're bleeding." I stated looking at the cut above his eyebrow, and the cut on his bottom lip.

"Yeah kitten, that's what happens when you fight." The nickname made my stomach clench and I could help a smile form on my face.

"Lemme patch it up." I said not wanting to leave this sexy stranger.

"It's okay kitten, I'm a big boy who can take care of himself." He whispered huskily before turning around and starting to walk off. Quick! Think Katherine!

"Come on, just let me help." I said grabbing his wrist in my small hand making him stop in his tracks.

"And why would a little kitten want to help someone like me?" He asked turning around. Why did I want to help him?

"I just don't want your cut getting infected. Come on! My house it just a few blocks down. I can quickly patch you up and then you can go." I persuaded, my hand still on his wrist.