Clumsy Is My Middle Name!!!

Chapter Three

Updated on: 09th Sept' 20.

Chapter Three - Being Named As A Trouble

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ALEX'S POV

I knew I needed Melanie and I had decided to go to her but, I refrained myself from doing so and letting my desires taking over me. I huffed and settled down.

It was almost midnight, but I was restless. There was a call and I was quite surprised to see that. I saw the caller ID, Melanie. I immediately took the call.

"Hey!" She cheered on the other line. I had a poker face, more like a distressed face.

"Mel, I'm missing you so much. God damn! When are you coming home?" I asked her impatiently.

"Look at you, getting all cranky. You need to get laid." She teased and I felt angry.

"And that's the reason I'm missing you. Where the hell is you?! I'm coming. You don't want me to get another girl, do you?" I asked as I cocked my head and looked in the mirror with a smirk on my face. I heard her gasp.

"Dare you, Cruz! I'm home. Come here. I'll be waiting." She said and she hung up the call. I chuckled to myself because I knew she needed me, too.

I immediately looked out and Dory was playing with Browny. She asked me where I was going. I didn't want her to get upset, so I just said that I was going to get some ice-creams for us. She immediately smiled.

You have to remember to get ice-creams after you've done your part of playing. My brain snapped at I mentally groaned.

Dylan was ready in the car. I had called him to get ready. He immediately pulled out of the curb. Melanie stayed a little far and we had to go through a low-key area, before.

I was getting excited to see her. It was getting tighter in my pants and I needed her body. I could've found any girl, but she was my mistress and I wouldn't want to do anything wrong.

I had committed to staying loyal to her and she was, too. She satisfied my sexual needs and that's all I had asked of her. We both were loyal and we'd like to keep it that way until we broke it off.

There was a sudden stop to my thoughts as the car jerked to a sudden stop. I put my hand further and saved myself from getting any hurt.

"What is it, Dylan?" I asked him rushed.

"Some lady crashed in front. I'm pretty sure I didn't drive on her." He said and immediately got out of the car. I, too, got out of the car behind him.

There was a woman sprawled on the concrete road. She was two inches away from getting the car on her. I looked at her back and there was a gang of bad looking imposters, probably chasing her.

I shut my eyes trying to get my frustration under control. I fell on my knees and pulled her fragile body up. I pressed my ear to her heart and it was almost thumping. I sighed, but she was unconscious.

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the car. There was no way I'd leave an innocent woman to die in the nets of those imposters.

"Dylan, drive back," I ordered and he immediately took a U-turn and drove back to the penthouse. I tried to see the woman but she had a scarf like a thing tied around her face.

I wondered if she was a Muslim.

I had heard things about Muslim girls. Some of them worked in my office, too. They always kept their face covered under such scarfs and they just showed their faces to their husbands.