Fight For You

Chapter Two.

It would have been simple to keep sitting there with Theo, drinking our coffee until there were remnant rings at the bottom and we had been comfortable enough to lean back in our seats and converse about absolutely nothing. It would have been simple to just talk with another human being, yet somehow, I'd managed to cut myself off from people I didn't know. Or, mostly from the rich. They usually turned out to be pricks.

Yes, he had a beautiful face, but that was it. I had known men with beautiful faces with the most beautiful facades, and I'd promised I wouldn't let myself be fooled again.

Before I began my walk down the street in no particular direction, I changed my text to Emma, telling her that I'd be ready in about an hour.

"Excuse me, miss?" a male voice called. I looked up from my phone and saw that it was Theo's driver, Matt. He was leaning against the driver's door, finally looking at me.

"Yes?" I wasn't feeling so angry anymore: I wasn't a person to hold grudges.

"I am so very sorry. It was never my intention to...hit you with the car. My deepest apologies. If you ever need anything, here is my card." He dug around in his suit jacket and pulled out a white, rectangular card. I walked over to him and held out my hand. He placed the card on my palm and read it aloud.

"Matthew Hernandez." I looked up at him. "I'll let you know, Matt."

"Have a good night, miss." he said, giving me a small nod.

"You too." and I began to walk in the direction of my house.

Today hadn't been as productive as I thought it'd be. That wasn't to say that I probably wouldn't be limping tomorrow and my hand wouldn't feel like it was on fire.

I began to wonder exactly who Theo was. Expensive suit, well put-together, a driver...plus he knew who Pierre Daniels was. And I didn't mean the way society knew him: as a billionaire CEO. Theo knew him on a secretive level. The kind that said something along the lines of I-have-info-on-you-that-I-can-use-against-you-when-I-wantkind of secretive.

When I got home, I painfully trudged up the stairs to my front door. I called Emma on my way through the door.

"You're not cancelling on me, are you?" she answered.

"No," I told her as I shut my door. "Can you pick me up?" I asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" I could practically hear her frown.

"I'll explain later," I told her. "But I might need a little more than an hour before you pick me up."

"How about around six?"

I pulled my phone back to check the time and found it to only be one in the afternoon.

"Yeah, six should work."

I took two Aleve and climbed back into the shower to ebb the pain away. Around four in the evening, the pain had subsided and I had my hand bandaged. I decided to make myself dinner in case Emma wanted to go on a drinking parade. She was the one who loved to drink, yet couldn't hold her liquor.

I decided on making a cheeseburger since it was quick and simple.

Around six thirty, Emma rang my doorbell. I buzzed her up and unlocked the door. I went back to my cheeseburger as I waited for her to get upstairs. I heard her heels against the carpet as she jogged and then she knocked on my door.

"It's open," I said, my mouth full.

She opened the door, grinning at me. "Hey!" and she closed it behind her, locking the knob. "Are you ready?" then she frowned, noticing my hand as I went to take another bite. "What happened?"