DARK TYRANT

CHAPTER TWO

Darien Knight liked walking during the night. It was the only time he could go out without being seen by others. Without seeing all the horrified looks and being pitied because of the scars on his face. Even then he still wore a hoody in case he ran into anyone. He hated to hide but he had to.

He'd been merely a boy of eleven when he was in the accident that almost took his life but didn't spare his father, Darius Knight. His father was a wealthy man who had his hands deep in the business world and politics. Travelling from country to country but Darius Knight was thankful for not his wealth but his family.

Darien knew his father loved both his mother and Darien more than anything. And he had mourned his father for years.

Darien smiled sadly as he walked to the bench he usually sat on. He'd never have what his parents did. Women were either scared of him or laughed at him. It wasn't his fault that the drunk trucker that hit them made the car flipped over and the glass cut into the right side of his face.

The scars were horrific and couldn't be fixed as much as he wanted them too.
The other side of his face was perfect but the other was nothing but damaged. Long scars covered his cheek, one went as far as his eyebrow and down to his jaw but his eye hadn't been damaged.

He could still remember the words spoken behind his back. Words from the people he'd once called his friends.

Monster.
Ugly bastard.
No woman would have him.
Who'd want a monster?
Women would only want him for his money.

He closed his eyes, mourning for the love he couldn't have because of his ugly scars.

Fuck! He hated his life.

"Hello", a sweet feminine voice called softly. "Can I sit here?"

Surprised, his head snapped up and he saw the most beautiful female he'd ever seen in his life.

Long cherry black hair fell down in luscious waves down her back, the light in the park made her eyes glowed a beautiful gold like a wild cat. She was five foot five, one foot four inches shorter than his six nine. Perfectly tanned skin that didn't look like it came from a tanning spray. Her simple long-sleeved black dress hugged her full breasts and emphasized her small waist and wide hips. Her legs were long even in her sandals and looked as smooth as butter. She looked quite young, she was probably eighteen or nineteen.

Instant erection. She was surely god's gift to men but wouldn't look his way twice because-

"Hey mister", a soft hand touched his," are you okay".

He jerked his hand away. She touched him. No one except his mother and doctors had touched him after the accident. His cheeks flushed, he had always been shy even when he was a kid.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I've had a shitty day", she sighed tiredly.

She wasn't going to leave him, was she. He'd have to scare her. 
Reaching back he pulled his hoody down and exposed his face and closed his eyes anticipating her reaction. She would scream or run away screaming, they always did that to him. 
  
A soft gasp escaped the female. But she didn't scream nor was she running away.

Confused more than anything, he asked," why aren't you screaming or running away?" He looked at her and saw that her lips pursed and looking at him as if he wasn't even speaking English.

The female blinked. "Why would I do any of that? Is it the scars? They don't exactly bother me. I'm a doctor, I've seen and dealt with people who had worse". Suddenly she looked insulted. "I'm not easily scared, sir. I'll have you know I've dealt with soldiers recovering from wounds and PTSD. I was attacked too. A few of them had episodes and attacked me".

Oh! He licked his lips. " I just thought you know...would react like all the other women that saw me". He thought about the soldiers who attacked her. He didn't know why but he hated the thought of her being hurt.

The female walked towards him and sat next to him. "I'm Hazel". She offered him her hand.

He placed his large hand in her small soft one and shook it. " I'm Marcus". Before he pulled his back and placed it in his lap.

Her name was as beautiful as she herself.

"What do you do for a living?" Hazel asked curiously. "I'm a psychiatrist at Fateful Health Care".

He tensed. A psychiatrist. She was a shrink, he hated shrink. His mother made him saw a shrink once. An old bat name Samantha Kenneth. The bitch was so cold to him. "I'm into properties". It was partially true. He owned a chain of hotels, clubs and restaurants all across the globe. He'd lately bought an island resort and restore it to its glory. " Wait..arent you a little young to be a psychiatrist?" When she said she dealt with solider, hed thought she meant she did volunteering work.

"Would you relax, I'm not going to use my and I quote 'shrink abilities' on you", she huffed. "I got my own problems and FYI I'm twenty-five".

He relaxed. "That's still too young". He took a moment to study her and noticed how tired she was. "Are you okay?"

"Yes...no. It's my family, they're always putting me down", she smiled sadly. "They love my older siblings more than they do me".

He reached over and touched her hand. " I'm sure that's not true". This female was perfect and a doctor.

"It's true. Try being told your whole life that 'your sister is prettier than you' or 'why can't you be more like your sister' by your own parents", she looked at him. Her eyes filled with tears. "They turned a blind eye to their faults. They're always comparing us like it's a competition".

"They did that", he scowled. The female was beautiful and smart if she a psychiatrist at such a young age. She must be a genius. No parent should compare his or her child. His mother would never do that to him. "I'm sorry about your parents. They sound like a bunch of idiots". He caressed her hand. "You said siblings?"
She nodded. "My oldest is a brother, Byron, he's into real estate, super-rich and my sister, Melanie, is an actress also rich".

"Is it because you're not rich?" He just had to ask. Her family was a bunch of twisted twits.

"Yeah", she licked her lips.

His eyes went to her full pink lips. Her upper lip slightly bigger than the bottom but just as perfect. His cock twitched.

"They sound like a bunch of assholes", he grumbled. It was true. "You deserve better".

She looked at him surprised but then smiled. Her full lips curved. Dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

Oh hell, his cock was going to explode. This woman could tempt a monk when she smiled. Hell, she could tempt him merely by existing. He couldn't help but picture those full lips wrapped around his cock and almost groaned.

"Thank you so much", she released his hand and stood up. " It was nice to meet you but it's getting late. I have a busy schedule tomorrow", she looked at him. "Marcus. I'd like to see you again. Tomorrow, same time same spot?"

She wanted to see him again? Did he want to see her again? Yes, he did. For the first time in two decades, he met someone who not only saw him and his scar but accepted him. He loved talking to her. It was easy. He'd even held her hand. It was nice and she seemed to like him. Even though he was disappointed that she was leaving but still nodded.

"Yes, I would love to".