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David's POV

"Thank you for the dinner my love" murmurs Marie.

I park at the bottom of her house and lose myself in the contemplation of her face with its bright eyes.

"It was nothing, I like spending time with you" I said.

She offers me a smile, I only find her more beautiful.

"My daughter must surely be home, she might surprise us" she suddenly worries.

"When are you going to tell her for both of us? It's serious when I tell you that I want to marry you. How old is she? 8-10 years old? She will understand that her mother wants to meet another man, I don't see where the problem is" I said.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes closed, then her dark gaze meets mine.

"Actually David, I'm afraid of his reaction. The problem is that my daughter is 18," she replies hastily.

My gaze widened, somewhat surprised at his revelation.

“I had my daughter when I was 15,” she continues following my silence.

She lowers her head, avoiding my gaze when I would like to ask her how she had her daughter so young. Other questions cross my mind but I don't ask her any, feeling her embarrassment and giving her time to confide in herself when she feels ready.

I raise his face with my thumb and forefinger telling him to look at me.

"I understand, but it doesn't change anything, I won't judge you" I said.

And for answer, she pulls me by the neck and kisses me tenderly, I participate with pleasure in the kiss, growling with satisfaction.

She then pulls away from my lips and lays her forehead against mine.

"I love you" she breathes.

"I love you too "

She finally pulls back and smiles at me, biting her lower lip, that little gesture that pisses me off.

"If you don't stop right now, I might lose control of myself" I growled in my voice filled with desire.

A melodious laugh escapes her then she approaches me to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Goodnight My Love"

And without waiting for my answer, she gets out of my car. I watch her with a smile on her face as she gives me a hypnotic sway just to provoke me and I love it.

When she is on her doorstep, she waves to me that I answer, she finally comes in and I start right after my car.

This woman will drive me crazy for sure..

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During the trip, I drive at high speed, impatient to find my home after my long day.

What is disturbing in this district is that the alleys are rather dark.

A silhouette from nowhere appears in my field of vision and stops in the middle of the road. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly, I brake violently, swearing, and swerve to the side, narrowly dodging it.

"Shit !" I thundered as my body rested heavily on my seat from the impact.

I straighten up escaping yet another insult in search of the unconscious person who threw himself on the road without looking where he was going. I frown when I see it's a woman and she immediately starts running; behind her, a man in pursuit.

"Help! Help me please" I hear him scream.

What have you gotten yourself into, David? Without thinking, I get out of my vehicle and chase them.

I go through nooks and crannies but I can't find them anywhere.

A shrill cry attracts my attention, I manage to locate where the sound echo comes from and my legs stop in front of the unpleasant spectacle that awaits me.

The young woman lying on the ground is strangled by her attacker.

I hasten to act by pushing him violently backwards. Seeing the state in which he put his victim, I afflict him with powerful punches, just to make him understand his regrettable act which only testifies to his weakness. He tries to defend himself but it's a waste of time for him, that's what happens when you attack the weakest.

His swollen face is gradually covered with blood, he begs me to stop but I think it's not enough for a brute like him.

"Stop, please stop" she begs me.

She's right, I don't see myself going to jail for this loser either, and I think he's learned his lesson.

I raise this dirty guy by the collar of his sweaty clothes and threaten him, it's enjoyable to read the fear on his battered face. We play less clever now. He flees without looking back like the perfect coward he is.

My attention is on the young woman, I approach her slowly so as not to rush her, she is shaking like a leaf.

"Miss, are you okay?"

In the dark, I can't quite make out his face. Her tremors redouble and I realize that she finds herself in her bra. I immediately look away and cover her with my jacket.

She doesn't move, she's weak, I'm about to talk to her but she faints.

I rush to catch her before she falls to the ground and pulls her against my chest, challenged by her fragility.

Leaving this young stranger alone in this state is unthinkable, so I do the craziest thing that immediately comes to mind.

I pick her up gently and take her to my car. I deposit it on the passenger side, take my place and start without further ado.

After about ten minutes, I park in the parking lot of my residence.

I go around my car starting to regret my choice. What possessed me to take her there? Beneath her moan of pain, I hasten to lift her again. I enter my home, turn on the switch and carry her to my room where I deposit her carefully.

I finally manage to detect her face, I notice that she has a few bruises and her mouth is bleeding.

I head for the bathroom, get something to be able to treat her.

I sit down next to her and start wiping the blood that has spilled from her lips.

I soak a cotton ball in disinfectant and gently apply it to her lower lip.

When there are no longer any bloodstains on the wound, my body stops leaning over hers, I contemplate her. She looks quite beautiful, my gaze drifts to her parted lips that I have just applied first aid. Instinctively, my index finger walks over them but I withdraw it as quickly as if I had burned myself, becoming aware of my thoughtless gesture.

I straighten up and my examination continues along his body.

Her white sneakers are worn out, the pants she's wearing seem way too big for her, a sloppy style of dress that isn't unpleasant if it's neat.

My eyes continue their exploration and stop on the jacket that I had put on him earlier.

The buttons are not closed, which gives me a glimpse of a rather flat stomach covered in moles.

What particularly catches my attention is that navel piercing and that black lace bra that belies her unfeminine style. And strangely, this contrast is attractive.

But damn it, what's wrong with me staring at her like that?

She must not even be in her twenties, pull yourself together David!

I jump when a ringtone rings, it's not my phone so it can only be his... His phone but of course what an idiot! I should have remembered to check if she had one before taking her home.

I look around for him when I see a flashing light from the pocket of his jeans.

When my hand ventures on his pants, she wakes up and emits a cry, surprising me in this posture on his body that could be confusing.

Frightened, she takes refuge on the edge of the bed, her knees bent over herself.

The ringing has stopped... and so has the time when my gaze meets his.

I imagined her eyes would be black, hazel, minnow, whatever...but not that mesmerizing, deep color.

This young girl is beautiful, an angel, that's what she reminds me of...