She thought no one would love a broken girl, he thought there were more pieces to love.
~Daniel Jonathan Parker
A Broken Girl with a Dark past, A Hotshot Millionaire.
What happens when they both cross paths with each other? Will David find his way t...
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Ava
I woke up in an unfamiliar surrounding. I sit up in the bed as I held my head because I was having a splitting headache. Where am I?
I tried to remember what happened last night when I see David enter the room with a tray. He was wearing a black hoodie and tracks.
Holy shit! He looks so hot. I am not even kidding. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He looked so different than I saw him yesterday but he still looked so good. How can someone look so good in just a hoodie? He looks like he came out of an Ad commercial. God help me. What am I doing here? Oh no...
"I see that you are already up. Good morning." He smiles at me. The type of smile I could get used to. He places the tray on the bedside table and then sits in front of me.
I don't know what sight makes me drool. David or pancakes. Control Ava! Concentrate at the sight of pancakes because I haven't had a good meal in days but I would love to have him. Get your dirty mind out of the gutter. I tell as I try to take a look at the tray. There was a teapot with two cups and a plate that was covered.
"Good morning, Tell me it's pancakes."
"Yes, You are right. I made them myself." He takes the cover off to give me a peek and then covers it again.
"You can cook?" I was a bit surprised when he said he cooked it himself. That's impressive.
"Yeah I can, I don't want to brag but I make the best pancakes in the world." He winks at me and that makes me bring a smile to my face. Why does he have to look so alluring to the eyes?
What concerns me more was I cannot recall who he is? I saw him somewhere but where?
"I can judge that later but I am confused as I can't remember a single thing. How did I end up here?"
"You fainted at the club last night and I couldn't leave you there also I didn't know where you live so I brought you home and the doctor checked by. He said you haven't eaten properly for days."He explains. That makes sense. I don't remember when I had a good meal.
"Long story. You may not have the time to listen to it." He must have better things to do than listen to my past. I don't talk about it often. It's a bitter part of my life I don't like to be reminded of and that is why I don't talk about it.
"What makes you think that? I understand you don't want to because I am just a stranger who just helped you out but I will listen to every word if you are willing to." His eyes filled with concern and looking at him. I knew he was telling the truth. Honestly reflected in his eyes and that stirred a conflict within my mind.
I felt like talking to him. I don't know what came over me. Maybe because I was holding my emotions in for so long and somehow his words comforted me and I hugged him.
