Impressing the Clients

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I felt the cold floor tiles under me as I groaned at the excruciating ring on my head. I held onto my ringing head and sat up. I couldn't get my eyes open because of the pain in my head.

"Hey, hey, hey," a man came close to me, "careful." I fluttered my eyes open and looked at the man.

A waiter.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Ma'am, I came here and saw two men on a fist fight. While you are lying here unconscious and uhh-naked," he blushed at his last word and continued, "so I wrapped you with your coat from your table and immediately called security. The men are held at the back office while the police are on the way," he replied.

"Here," he offered a pack of ice for my head, "let me."

I flinched at the touch of the cold contact but relaxed eventually.

"You should have this checked at a hospital, ma'am," he suggested as he lightly patted the cold compress on my side forehead. I just nodded.

"Mind telling me what's the last thing you remembered?" He asked.

Ian. He tried to rape me. He hurt me.

"M-my boyfriend was trying to-to," I can't even finished my sentence when I started to tear up. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he rubbed my back gently.

"How about let's get you out from this cold ground and sit you on the couch while we wait for the police?" he offered me. I only nodded again and wiped my tears.

"I want to see them," I stopped walking by the restroom door.

"But ma'am, you're hurt," he protested. "Seeing them might just stress you further."

"I can handle it," I gritted, "Dan," I read his name tag.

He nodded and led me to the back office. He opened the door and my eyes opened wide at the sight of the man who sat across from Ian.

Oliver.

They were both tied to their chairs. I was frozen at the doorway, staring at him. Not paying attention to my fucking boyfriend who violated me, I'll deal with him later. How the fuck was he here?! Right, he may be assigned by his crazy bosses to follow me here. Fucking crazy twins!

But right now, I can't be fucking mad at him or his bosses. He saved me. He saved me from god knows what could've happened back at the restroom.

I stood there staring at his bruised face. He saved me.

"Baby, baby," Ian pulled me out of my thoughts, "I'm sorry." He sobbed. I looked at him blankly. I didn't know what to feel. Or say.

"I'm sorry baby, I was out of line," tears fell down his cheeks. "Baby please say something."

I approached Ian slowly and stood in front of him, just staring down at him. A single tear trickled down my cheek.

How could he do this to me? How can he be just another monster in my life? I can barely believe what he just did. I swore he would've done so much worse by the look on his face at the restroom. He was full-on monster, ready to kill me.

He leaned his head onto my stomach and sobbed. "I'm sorry baby, please."

I took a single step back and slapped him hard. He grunted at the sting, "I deserve that, yes. Just please, forgive me. I'm so sorry," he kept his head down in embarrassment of his previous actions.

"Where's my house key," my palm spread open at his face.

"Baby, no. Please no," he looked up at me, pleading. I stayed my palm in front of him, not bothering to say any word to him.