Kitten

Chapter 7: First Aid

Lily's POV:

"Hello Kitten".

My heart was racing hearing the same pet name he had designated to me at the bar. Even though I had a large amount of wine in my system yesterday, I still felt the same way I did when I was drunk. There was something so powerful about him, the way he spoke was so dominating and his looks could easily make people do a double take.

"Kitten? What the hell. That's my wife you're talking to".

Matthew stared between me and the man with a sinister frown knotted on his eyebrows. His eyes showed anger, but he had no right to be jealous.

"You know this man Lily? Wow, have you been sleeping with this prick behind my back? Such a whore".

Anger burst inside me like a volcano ready to cause destruction, but the man stepped in front of me and shielded me from Matthew's accusing eyes. As if he had the audacity to accuse me of cheating when I caught him on our sofa straddling a slut.

"I'd leave if I were you" the man growled at Matthew with sheer menace.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it? She is still married to me, I can do whatever or call her whatever I want".

I could feel my heart breaking in two watching the man I loved hurt and insult me this way. This is not the man I once loved. This is not the man I married. For the first time in my life, I was scared of him. But I was not going to let him get away with all this.

He was the cheater. He was the one who destroyed our marriage, not me.

Pushing past the tall handsome man, I rushed over to Matthew and threw my hand straight at his cheek making his head lean to the side.

"You lost the title of my husband the moment I walked in on your little secret affair. And how dare you stand there accusing me of cheating when you are the only one guilty".

I hated the idea of laying a hand on anyone, but I couldn't stand another moment of listening to this bastard. I felt nothing but satisfaction as he held his reddened cheek staring at me with complete shock.

"You have no control over me or my life anymore. Consider your ass divorced" I spat before grabbing my large box of KFC and stormed away from my car and the two men.

I could feel the tears stinging at the edge of my eyes threatening to trickle out, but he didn't deserve to see my tears. I wasn't going to cry over a worthless human like himself. But my traitorous body went against all my strong thoughts and feelings and soon enough the tears I had kept at bay for so long broke like a dam.

Thankfully the car park was lonely and dark so nobody would be able to stare at the heartbroken girl walking away to goodness knows where. The pain in my heart was too much and I felt my breaths start to hitch and come out shakily.

I thought my life was perfect. I thought everything had come together yet my life had crumbled in a split second.

The tears became too much and soon enough they blurred my vision blocking my view of my surroundings. And before I could utter out another word, I felt my legs collide with a hard force, but they carried on moving forwards unable to stop myself from whatever was blocking my legs.

The force threw me forwards and I felt myself fall face first towards the concrete floor beneath me.

"Ow" I groaned as I picked myself off the floor and rubbed at my head only to notice my fingers coated in red. Blood. My blood. A painful piercing sensation tore through my head making my body fall to the floor in shock and suddenness.

"Kitten".

I could hear a voice call out from behind me, but I wasn't paying attention to him. My eyes were glued to my precious bucket of fried chicken that lay on the ground with all 9 pieces of chicken laying around the over turned box.

"Noooo" I whimpered as I gazed at all the wasted goodness.

"Fuck kitten. Your head". I felt my body being picked up and turned to face one hell of a handsome face. I was so devastated about my fallen chicken that I had completely forgotten about my bleeding head.

"Come with me, I've got a first aid kit in my car". The man carefully helped me up and instantaneously wrapped his arm around my waist supporting me as I put all my weight on my legs.

"M-My chicken". My voice was quiet, but I knew that he had somehow heard me.

"It's just chicken" he chuckled.

"It's not just chicken, it's KFC" I retorted back disregarding his comment completely.

"Come back to my car and I'll buy you as much KFC as you want".

He made a very good offer. I may have been foolish for accepting his offer. My dad always told me not to accept sweets or treats from strangers yet here I was accepting his offer of unlimited KFC. But even though I didn't know this man whatsoever, I felt strangely safe in his presence. I couldn't even wrap my head around it.

"Ok" I mumbled whilst leaning further into his side before letting him guide me away towards his car.

I couldn't help but subtly lean in closer to his strong and tall body. He smelt so damn good. The kind of smell that you want to drown yourself in.

Would it be creepy if I ask him what aftershave he uses.

"Here we are Kitten".

The man opened his car door and gently guided me to the rear passenger door.

"Your car smells like flowers" I blurted out randomly as he started rummaging around for a first aid box.

"Is that a good thing?" he chuckled as he pulled out a packet of sterile wipes.

"Hmm. I love flowers. My husband never brought me flowers. He saw them as a waste of money". I didn't know why I was talking so much, perhaps I was just filling in the silence desperately trying not to make it awkward.

"What a prick. I'm sure one day you'll find yourself a man who would drown you in nothing but flowers. That's what a woman like yourself deserves".

This man certainly had a way with words. He was so smooth, but I felt a sense of peace with him.

"Thank you, um"-

"Alexander. My name is Alexander and you're welcome Kitten".

"It's Lily, not Kitten".

"Pretty name Lily, but for you I prefer calling you Kitten".