C2 Unexpected encounter

Olivia's POV

At a tender age, my mother left me at the stairs of Saint Catherine's orphanage before she committed suicide. The orphanage gave me a second chance at life.

Sister Catherine is a god sent who takes care of all my needs, including that of other children. All these good things would come to an end if the orphanage home is pulled down.

Politicians were ready to demolish our orphanage and build a mall, and if that happens we will become homeless. They even forced sister Catherine to sign or else pay them the sum of 30 million.

How do we get such a huge amount of money? They know fully well we can't afford it. I was walking down the road and thinking about what was happening at the orphanage while returning from college.

I did not notice that I had walked into the highway and that a car was driving toward me and honking. Thank God the driver was good and was able to stop the car, but it was too late, I had been knocked down to the ground. I was lucky that I only fell and hurt my knees, I was not run over by the car.

Before I could check if I was bleeding, the silhouette of a man loomed over me and I heard a voice from above.

"Are you okay, Miss?”

My head whipped up to look at the owner of the voice, and my jaws dropped. Blond hair and baby blue eyes. He was by far the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. He was clad in a dark suit that hugged his lean but well-muscled body.

"Are you okay, miss?” He asked again, tapping my shoulder and bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry!!” I mumbled as I looked away from his piercing blue eyes that looked as if they could see into my soul.

"It's okay, it seems you were lost in thought," he said with a smirk.

"No… No, I'm fine” I mumbled as I struggled to get up from the ground.

"Ouch". I cried as pain shot through my body from my knees.

“You're hurt and bleeding,” he told me in a grim tone as his eyes dropped to my knees.

My eyes dropped to my knees and widened in horror not because of the sight of the blood on my knees but at the sight of my torn jeans. “Shit!! My jeans are torn” I cursed myself.

"What!! You're hurt and all you care about is your jeans” the man asked in disbelief.

“My knee will be fine in two days, but it takes years to buy a new pair of jeans” Tears filled my eyes. We already have problems with our home that would soon be taken, why did I have to add buying a new pair of jeans to it?

"Why? He asked, confusion etched on his face.

“My parents died a few years ago. I don't have people who buy me everything I want. Sister Catherine in the orphanage home can't afford to get me a new pair right now”. I said, looking at my torn Jean.

“Oh, so you live in an orphanage? He asked, and I nearly slapped myself for letting it slip out. He had already heard it, so I had no choice but to agree,

"Great!! He murmured to himself with his eyes still on my bleeding knees. I made to leave, but he grabbed my hands and drew me back to him.

“What? I snapped.

"I mean you need first aid,” he said as an explanation for holding me back.

He helped me to his car and opened the door. I hesitated for a while as I did not know this man, but still, I got into his car.

He got on his knees on a foot mat, “Get the first aid box, Lucas”. He ordered the man in the driver's seat. Not only that, but he brought out scissors from the first aid kit and ripped my torn Jean, making me cry in anger.

"What in God's name are you doing?". I tried to take back my foot, but his hold was strong.

"Lucas would get you a new pair". He told me as he cleaned up my wound, applied ointment, and bandaged the wound. After he was done, his hand continued to rest on my knee, and I was beginning to feel weird about his touch. I felt butterflies running in my stomach. I quickly pulled his hand away.

"Thanks, I … .need to leave now,” I said as I jumped off his car.

"I will drop you off and Lucas is not back with the jeans. You can't go home like this,” he said, grabbing my hand for the second time.

“ Thanks, but I can manage”. Before I could walk away, he swept me off my feet and carried me back to his car. He dumped me unceremoniously before getting in and locking the car door.

"What do you think you're doing? I shouted as I reached out to open the door. My heart filled with dread when I realized that I could not open it.

"I won't hurt you,” he said in a calm tone.

“I don't trust you!” I shouted in anger.

“Why not? Have we met before? Have I done anything bad since we met? He asked with a smirk on his sensuous lips.

"Sister Catherine said,” I should not trust anyone” I snapped.

"She said that it was because of bad guys, I guess” he chuckled and leaned toward me. “I'm a bad boy, and I like you” he winked at me.

"This is my card, give me a call”. He said and with a flirty look, he pushed it into my jeans pocket.

Before I could speak, his driver knocked on the glass window and the man brought down the glass to receive a package.

"I need to go now,” I said as he pulled me closer to him and placed his fingers on my lips, and I stared at him directly into his eyes.

"Don't fucking touch me”. I mumbled as I slapped his hand away.

He smirked and said nothing. Instead, he relaxed back on the chair before opening the door for me.

I got down from his car and to my surprise, I was at the orphanage. I didn't even know when the car moved, and how did he even know that this was where I was coming?

“This place is now mine” he chuckled while waving a thick file in my face

“What!! I exclaimed in shock.

"I just bought it as my new project and I decided to come to check it out but saw your beautiful face and got distracted for a moment”. He said with a flirty look.

“That means you're the CEO of Alex Enterprise? I asked in shock, and he smirked at my question. He brought out the package that his driver had handed over to him and shoved it in my hands.

"What's this?

"A pair of jeans,” he answered.

"I don't accept gifts from strangers". I told him as I tried to return the packages.

"You don't have the money to buy another one. The one you are wearing got turned because you were knocked by my car”.

See the way he was behaving like a good person. It was as if he had not planned to drive us away from the orphanage home.

"I hate you. I spat in anger and flung the package at him before turning to march off.

How can you be so heartless to buy an orphanage which was donated by the owner to shelter innocent, poor, and homeless kids?

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” I asked in anger as he dragged me back.

He shoved the package into my hands again. “When I give you something, you don't reject it. I will be here in three days and I hope to see your wound get healed. And you should also put on the Jean.” He said in a dominating tone before getting back into the car. The car zoomed off.

"What the hell?” Is he giving me orders……