Protecting Miss Billionaires

Chapter 20 - Vein Fettish?

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Hazel's POV

I carefully make my way towards the kitchen but stop dead in my tracks when I see a figure moving in the dark.

A SERIAL KILLER!

But how did he break into the house? My eyes slowly follow his steps as he now moves towards the stove. And what's he doing in the kitchen?

Nevertheless I carefully move forward and pick the baseball bat placed near the fridge, gripping it with both my hands.

I move closer without making any sound but couldn't look at the person as his back was facing me.

My eyes narrow when I see a sharp blade shine in the dark as he picked one.

Did he see me? Is he here to kill me?

I was half expecting him to lunge at me with the knife but instead he tilts his head and starts... ummm... chopping?

I stand at my place completely dumbfounded. Did a murderer just break into my kitchen... to have supper?

What the hell!

No wait! This could be a trick. Maybe he sensed my presence. Yes! He must be the same guy from the hospital. 

I feel a sudden adrenaline pass through me as I move towards him in determination.

"Drop down your weapon." I put on my best commanding voice, trying to sound as intimidating as I could with my bat pointing towards him.

The guy goes still for a moment. And for a second I thought he would adhere but instead he lifts his hand up, raising the knife along the way.

Wrong move!

I swiftly lunge at him, swinging the bat over his head. "Die!" At the same time, the lights flick on.

"Ouch! What the..."

Oh no!

My eyes widen in shock realizing who I just hit.

"DAMON!"

"Who else could it be? Ow!" He rubs his shoulder after dropping the knife on the counter behind him.

A wave of shock and guilt passes through me as I watch him wince.

But I have to say, I'm quite impressed by his quick reflexes. Even though he wasn't able to go scratch free, he was still quick enough to dodge the hit so the bat only ended up brushing his shoulder.

"Lady, are you a gangster? Where did you even get that from!"

I immediately hide the bat behind my back in embarrassment and straighten my posture.

"I can still see it." He says flatly.

This time, I drop down my hands, throwing the bat away.

"Wha.. what are you doing here?"