He’s a beast, I’m his beauty - Chapter 4

*Storm POV*

As I am trying to get out of here and find Kendra, I guess I tripped over my own two feet and found myself on the floor. Before I had the chance to figure out what exactly happened this large hand is in my fucking face offering to help me. I refuse, brushing him away and storm off to the bathroom to wipe the damn wine he spilled all over my dress. I tried to call Kendra and Kelly but neither of them is answering, I take it Kelly is still in the booth and Kendra found a date. I continue to try and wipe the wine from the dress but at last, there is no hope. Great, I smell like old fucking grapes. I decide I’m ready to go home and end this horrible night, I knew I shouldn’t have gone out tonight but noooo these hoes had to make me. I storm outside where I am greeted with a cool breeze and suddenly I’m not so mad. I just stand there in the middle of the field trying to figure out how I’m going to get home, especially since now that I’m outside I cannot get a fucking signal. While I do that stupid ‘hold your phone towards the sky and hope for a signal trick’ I hear someone walking towards me, and since we’re outside in the middle of nowhere I instantly start walking faster away from them. I turned around for one second to see who it was hoping it was either Kendra or Kelly but no one was there weird, when I turned back around to look at my phone he was standing there. The guy from the VIP lounge was standing right in front of me, just fucking great.

“Actually you can, can you tell me your name?” He said with a smile, GOD that smile could guide ships home it was so bright and beautiful.

“Umm, No. How do I know you’re not a serial killer or something?” I say as I slowly back away from him making space.

“Well If I was a serial killer, we are in the middle of nowhere I could’ve killed you already and no one would be the wiser. I’m just asking for your name.” And there it is again, that smile that makes my panties a little wetter every time I see it.

“Fine, my name is…” and before I could finish he interrupts me, “Don’t say Puddin Tain, because I like pudding. Don’t even use a spoon, just lick the cup” he says and starts laughing.

“My name is Stormy. Storm for short” I say slightly blushing because this guy is not only sexy as fuck he’s a damn pervert. Whichever of those girls that were there for him is one lucky girl, but if he had a girl why is he out here?

“Stormy, I like that. It suits you. You’re probably calm but when pissed very fiery like a lightning bolt. My name is Danny, Nice to meet you.” He then reaches his hand out to shake mine. Not trying to be too awkward I shake his extended hand. His hand is strong with calluses like a working man. He just stands there in front me not saying a word as if he’s studying me. I start to back away and walk the other direction, “Where are you going?” He shouts after me. “Away Danny, It’s been real.” and I through up the duces. Fuck I still need to get home. After about 30 minutes of walking down the dark road using my cellphone as a flashlight to see, I hear a car pulling up next to me quick. I feel like I’m about to have to fight for my life and when the car finally approaches me it none other than Danny from the club. “Would you like a ride doll?” He said through the open passenger window. I should take the ride because my bare feet are starting to kill me because of this dirt road and now it’s starting to fucking rain but instead I get smart and curse him out. “First of all I’m nobodies “Doll”, and Secondly I can walk” And with that, I walked past the truck and kept on walking. I can see the headlights shining past me and that lets me know he’s still behind me. I keep walking until I finally reach the first stoplight and I’m standing there waiting for the light to change and suddenly I feel these large hands around my waist and in one swoop I’m in the truck. I thought eating cake would save me from being kidnapped Facebook lied. “Where to ma’am?” He said you could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he said that, I hesitated at first but realized my feet were literally bleeding and being stubborn is getting me nowhere but to the emergency room. “Take me to 1534 Cliveden Street please.” And with that, I slump down into the seat, big leather seats so comfy. The ride was smooth and I barely noticed we were sitting in front of my house for 10 minutes. “Thanks for the ride, Danny.” And I start to climb out of the truck but landing on my sore bleeding feet was not the best of ideas. I started limping towards my house which was three houses away because I didn’t want him to know my real address and I left a trail of bloody footprints on the sidewalk, after about 5 minutes of me walking on my heels I felt that swoop again and now he’s carrying me wedding style to my front door. “Which house is yours?” He said and I pointed towards my house. He carried me up the stairs and only put me down long enough to get my keys and open the door. He proceeded to carry me inside even though I protested and told him I was fine. He sat me on the couch and asked where the bathroom was, what a bossy bastard, I told him and tried not to move. My feet were killing me, definitely won’t be doing anything else this weekend. After about 10 minutes he returns with peroxide, Neosporin, gauze, ace bandages, and vaseline. He sat that stuff down on the floor next to me and then proceeded to the kitchen where he filled a pot with almost boiling hot water and grabbed a rag. I laid there staring at him as if he was some sort of spectacle, what in the world is he doing? Before I could ask he got down on one knee and took my feet and began washing the dirt and rocks off of them, then he inspected them for glass. After cleaning them completely he poured the peroxide over them and them the Neosporin and vaseline and wrapped them with the gauze and an ace bandage. I couldn’t even speak, what do I say I have this Greek God taking care of me and he doesn’t even know me. Unlike my friends who haven’t even called me, noticing these bitches haven’t even called while I check my phone.

“Where’s your room?” He asks as he picks me up again to move me, I point to the first door on the left and off we go. He takes me into the room and sits me on my bed and then takes a step back. “Are you gonna be ok from here?” He asks looking at me as if I have a second head, but I’m still speechless. He just stood there waiting for me to say something, I finally found my voice. “Yes, I can take it from here. Thank you. Not sure what planet you’re from but it’s weird to be all up in a ladies’ home.” And I go to jump up and walk into the bathroom and instead I fall back on to the bed screaming in pain. I guess I won’t be fine after all, but he can’t stay here all weekend that’s absurd. “Ok wonder woman, I think we should learn when to ask for help.” Where’s the pharmacy?” He demanded, the nicey-nice stuff seems to be dwindling away. “2-blocks away, can’t miss it.” He gets up and walks out of the house shutting the door behind him. While he was gone I managed to scoot to the dresser and find myself a t-shirt and pajama shorts to put on and scoot to the bathroom to not only use it but brush my teeth and put on deodorant. By the time he came back I had inched my way to the living room and was already watching Rick and Morty on Hulu. As he walked in and saw me on the couch, he never even broke his stride to the kitchen “You’re very stubborn” he says as he comes back with a bottle of Ibuprofen and glass of water. “Take this, Drink this, and let’s get you in bed.” I took the meds and drank the water and he again swooped me up and back in bed I was. “I’ll be out there on the couch if you need anything.” And he disappeared from my sight. What the hell am I thinking? There’s a weirdo from the club in my living room taking care of me like I’m his girlfriend or something. I know I should probably call the cops but I feel safe with him. I can’t explain it but having him here makes me feel a little better. I lay in the darkness listening to him pace back and forth in the living room and before I know it I fall asleep.