My Mischievous Millionaire

Part 3- Rude Awakenings

ALEX'S POV

I woke up to an uncomfortable feeling in my side. "Where am I?" I said in a haze.

After my eyes had settled, I found myself in what seemed to be a living room. It sure was beautiful, black and white being the dominant colors. I seemed to have just been tossed onto this hard, leather couch.

I got up, groaning in pain. Clutching my side, I dragged my body towards the exit, but wait, where's my bag?

"Where's Goku-- " I said aloud. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

I turned around only to discover a tall man standing in front of me. He was definitely society's idea of handsome. He had a strong jaw with gripping ice-blue eyes. To be honest, he frightened me.

CHRISTOPHER'S POV

"I'm so s-sorry, sir, I swear I didn't trespass--" Her green eyes began brimming with tears. "I don't know how I got here p-please don't hurt me. " She nervously continued.

I've never met a more terrified person. All I did was clear my throat. The early morning sun started rising and the rays began shining through. I finally saw her face. She was badly hurt. Who did this to her?

"What is your name? " I sternly asked. I should've gotten rid of the discontent in my voice first, I seemed to have frightened her even more.

"A-lex, Alex Haytham, sir. " She responded in a whisper. I noticed that she always spoke in a whisper. It reminded me of a swift breeze.

"Well Miss Haytham, last night, I bumped you with my car-" I replied, lacking any form of lustre. "You were in my way. " I continued.

"Oh." She whispered, "I'm s-sorry for c-causing the accident..." She trailed off.

It wasn't her fault, but I wasn't going to admit that.

I walked towards her and she began to stiffen. For every step I took forward, she took one back until her back finally hit the wall. I raised my hand with the intent of chafing it through my hair, but she flinched.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get in your way. Please don't hurt me!" She frighteningly exclaimed. Hot tears no longer threatening to fall, streamed down her face. What caused her all this internal and external melancholy?

I watched as she dropped her head down and wept, not too loud. I don't know anything about her and I do not know if it's okay for me to ask any questions about her life.

"Stop crying." I stated.

She looked up at me with sparkling eyes, cheeks soaked with tears and her hands on either sides of her face in a ball.

"I'm sorry, sir." She apologised in a crackling whisper, while drying her tears.

Sir? I'm probably just a few years older than she is.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just woke up and--" She began, speaking a bit clearer now.

"Not in my house, in the city. Are you from her?" I asked.

"N-no, sir." She responded. She's certainly not giving much away.

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