Chapter 1

Opening my eyes, the darkness faded away. The first thing my eyes caught on was 'The street boy who almost killed me'.

"Damn you! Quit skating for God's sake, if you don't want to end up in jail!" I yelled, but the next second, I was squeezed hard against the wall, but not too harshly. Very soon, realization hit me. His body was pressed against my body. He rested his head on my shoulder for just a moment, but it seemed like hours to me.

Quickly, he covered my mouth with his hand, which immediately stopped me from yelling my lungs out. His eyes shot an angry look at me.

"Calm down woman! I will quit skating, but just don't draw attention or we both will be sentenced to death," He whispered into my ear, making my cheek red like a tomato. He must have noticed my red face and quickly removed his hand. But instead of moving away from me, he pulled me closer to him. This time my head rested on his hard chest and his chin was touching my forehead.

Jesus, Is he some kind of pervert?

A lump formed in my throat when I realized how very close we stood. If I even tiptoe a little or he lowers his head down a little...

...Something dangerous would take place that I have never experienced, even though I was married.

Marching footsteps were heard all over the place. A few men with weapons were running through the streets. I shook off the urge to bite his hand and kick him off, due to the fear that they might find me, and take me back.

I swallowed the lump and we stood there for a few more minutes. The sound of marching footsteps was gone. There was no sign of them anymore.

Assuming that the men were gone, I took the opportunity to cast off a punch straight to the man's face. He let go of me and landed on his butt.

He looks at me with surprise in his greenish colored eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him.

When he got on his feet again, he took a grip of my hands and started dragging me towards the dark street. It was an empty street with some abandoned looking houses on both sides of the street.

"Where the hell are you taking me? And what are you planning to do with me?” I paused, “Release my hand-" I said, trying to free my hands from his clutches.

"Trust me. I have no sexual desire towards a woman who can throw such a manly punch.. Besides, your injuries need to be treated, Madam," He says, making me frown, which reminded me of our collision that caused me to fall unconscious.

"Treating my injuries?" I raised an eyebrow at him, "Seriously, you want me to believe that crap. Don't you try anything funny or else-" he quickly let go of my hands. Guilt was written all over his face.

"I am just trying to take responsibility for my actions." His eyes kept wandering around as if he was afraid of getting caught.

"I’m fine." I took a few steps back to lean on the nearby wall. I clenched my fists ready to hit him again.

"Yeah, you do look fine. But what if you faint again. After our collision I would have declared you dead if it weren't for you breathing. I feel guilty for knocking you off." He stepped closer, but maintained his distance after taking a glance at my fists.

"Mister, thanks for worrying about me, but I am a tough lady. And anyone could tell that something fishy is going on. You keep looking here and there. It's like you are running away from something. You must be a thief or something, I don't want to be near you." His eyes widened for a few seconds then his lips curled up into a smile.

"Alright then, tough lady. Can you stop drawing weird conclusions?." He took a step closer to me. "Don't worry. I won't do anything to you. It's just, I think we should clear up our mess." His eyes fell on the ground and he didn't look up.

Something told me that this guy wasn't dangerous. His facial expression softened as if he was gonna cry soon.

I nodded slowly and he started to lead the way, I followed him from behind still maintaining a safe distance between us. Glancing at him I wondered, are dangerous people this handsome nowadays?

Taking a turn, we walked for a while before ending in front of a shop. The old brown broken board hanging over the store reads 'CUPID'S LOVE SHOP' in big white letters.

What the heck? So, this kind of place really does exist.

Bumping me lightly, he says, " We're here, welcome to my precious little shop, and home." He then lets me inside.

We went in and he closed the old door behind us, This put me on high Alert.

The many potions were arranged over the black colored stands, with bottles and some kind of ingredients all over the table, and that gave me the perfect vibe of a wicked witch shop rather than a 'Cupid shop'.

"Why were you running in such a hurry?" He asked like a gentleman.

My mouth closed tight at his question. To avoid his question I acted as if I was going to faint again.

His hands rushed over my shoulders to prevent me from falling.

Wow! Did he really fall for my trick? He must one stupid fellow!

Within a second, I was being carried in his arms towards the cupboard.

Wait, what the heck? Is he planning to lock me in?

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