It was wrong of me to get involved with a guy like him. He’s the kind of guy that you should keep your distance from and open your eyes to see the warning signs telling you to stay away. But it was human nature to help those who need our help.

The first day I met him I was at the usual coffee shop that I studied at, Fancy Cups. It was a small but unique coffee shop. I usually stayed there after my classes. I’m in graduate school taking my doctor’s program so I can become a medical doctor.

One day I’ll be called Dr. Lucy Richmond

I was the kind of girl who only focused on studying and working hard enough to pay rent. Although I come from a rich family I wasn’t one to ride on the tailcoats of my parents. It was a quiet and peaceful afternoon and I was focusing on my textbook and worksheets in front of me.

The peaceful atmosphere was suddenly disturbed by thundering shouts. My head snapped towards the disturbance to see two handsome tall men staring violently at each other. I thought nothing of the situation since it was pretty normal in New York for people to yell at each other.

Unexpectedly one of the men threw a punch making the other man fall to the ground, knocking the table down as well. Everyone around me including myself started panicking, thinking we might end up getting hit as well. The man who got punched suddenly started throwing furniture and cups as well. I quickly grabbed my worksheets as I inched towards the door, knowing that this fight will only escalate.

My eyes were glued to the fight but before my body could reach the door the fight came to a complete stop. The man who had the upper hand accidentally hit the girl who also happens to be the owner of the shop. Gasps sounded through the room as they watched the pretty red head fall to the ground unconscious.

The man who hit her suddenly ran out of the coffee shop while everybody else either went back to their seats or went to the red head to see if she’s okay. I noticed the other man all alone on the ground, he was panting as he looked irritated. His cheek looked swollen and he bled a few places.

I gently put my worksheets back on the table as I slowly made my way towards the bleeding man. It isn’t smart to approach him since he looked like he was always up to no good and he seemed irritated at the same time.

I stood in front of the man and got a good look at him. Putting his minor injuries aside he was a pretty good looking guy. He had long chocolate brown hair that stopped at his collarbones, and even though it seemed like he just rolled out of bed his hair still seemed silky. His grassy green eyes showed irritation, despite his annoyance his eyes hinted a hidden sadness. What made his eyes pop out was his strong arched eyebrows and thick eyelashes.

He had a strong lean body and although he just got his ass handed to him he still seemed like a tough guy. If you looked closely he had a light stubble on his sun-kissed skin. He had distinctive cheekbones and an angular jaw that made him devilishly handsome.

I was too busy getting a good look at the man that he caught me off guard as his piercing green orbs snapped to me.

“What you looking at?” he practically growled. Instead of answering his question I held out my hand for him to grab, he stared at my hand for a minute and as his hand started inching towards mine I thought he was going to accept it but instead he slapped my hand away.

“I don’t need your help.” He pushed himself up as he straightened his leather metal studded jacket. I just stared at him not knowing what to do. I was never the one to ever approach the opposite sex. I was either focused on my studies or doing my field study as a doctor. I noticed that he had droplets of sweat rolling down his face mixed with blood. I grabbed the handkerchief that was in my sweater’s pocket and held it out for him.

He glared at my offering but as his eyes drifted to me he noticed that I didn’t particularly had any expression. He snatched the handkerchief out of my hands and roughly wiped his face. I still stood there staring at him, internally I was wondering what should I do? Should I leave and go back to my table or should I wait for him to give back the handkerchief?

When he noticed that I wasn’t going anywhere his irritated expression was suddenly replaced with a mischievous smirk. I was taken back by his sudden change of moods.

“Waiting for a thank you?” he asked. It would be nice if he could thank me so that my impression of him would be better because as of now I’m judging him by his looks.

I stood there blinking wondering if I should nod or not. He unexpectedly started walking closer to me that his body heat was intimidating. His face was clean of sweat and blood, he definitely is drop-dead gorgeous.

I’ve never been this close to the opposite sex, it made me feel excited, rebellious. I’ve always been the girl to follow the rules and keep safe even if it means staying away from parties and especially men. Without warning he snaked his arm around my tiny waist and pulled me closer to him where my breasts were practically pressed against his strong chest.

I could feel my nipples hardened as I gave a breathy gasp. His smirk never disappeared as he connected his gaze with mine. His gaze suddenly moved up and down my body.

“Who knew someone could look absolutely sexy in a sweater. Want to warm my bed for tonight? I can thank you properly there.” He asked.

I could feel my cheeks reddened from his question. No one has ever asked me that, I should feel disgusted instead I felt a certain thrill. Like I was playing a game, predator vs. prey to be exact.

“You’re not much for words are you?” he asked “I’m fine with that but I would also prefer you screaming my name all night long.” he whispered in my ear making goosebumps spread down my back. I wasn’t able to recover from the goosebumps when all of a sudden he nibbled on my ear making my legs quiver.

I’ve never felt this before, this feeling of want. In the moment I wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms. His lips suddenly trailed from my ear along my jaw to capture my lips in what seemed to be my first kiss. It wasn’t tender nor loving but it was filled with passion and lust.

I never knew kissing could be so addicting. As I melted more and more into his kiss I wanted even more of him.

“You! What the hell are you still doing here?” we were suddenly interrupted by a woman who worked here. My eyes widen when I suddenly realized what I was doing. I quickly pulled back as I bowed my head not wanting to meet his gaze, afraid that I might kiss him again. I heard the man in front of me chuckle as he said “That’s one hell of a thank you, don’t you think?” he asked me. I slowly looked up to see him licking his lips which made me bite my lower lip. What was he doing to me?

“What are you doing playing around? We don’t need the likes of you here.” the female employee shouted as she pointed at the man in front of me. The man broke our eye contact and smirked at the female employee.

“I heard you. Besides I’ve already had my fun.” he said as he casually walked away. He didn’t even gave back my handkerchief, not that it was important. I didn’t understand why my stomach clenched painfully as I saw him walk away not even saying a word nor giving me a glance.

What happened to me?

I touched my lips still feeling the tingling effects of his kiss.

I wanted more. I needed more.