The damsel in distress.

Katie.

Before my mind could fully register if who I thought was there was or if it was just my drunken stage that was making me hallucinate, the man pinning me down was suddenly lifted. A loud crashing sound came from somewhere across the room, followed by the shout of several men.

I felt myself being lifted up and snorted when I heard the familiar scent of Evan Blackman, the man who I was not expecting to find me so soon.

“You have a whole lots of explanation to do!” He yelled at me before dumping me on the nearest chair he could find.

Fuck!

That was exactly why I was trying my best to avoid the man.

Evan Blackman was a man - in fact, he’s the only man - I could call my father’s best friend. Though he was only thirty years, but he was the only man my father was close enough to and listened to. At first, I thought it was because they were business partners, but I soon found out that my father respected the man a lot and just valued him enough to get close to him.

But for me?

Each time I came in close contact with the man, I wanted to strip him naked and ride him until every juice that came out of his prick ran down my cunt. Heaven knows I would have carried out the must if it was not the fact that the man did his best to always avoid me. All I needed was just me and him locked in the house for only two hours. I would make sure I have him begging for me to go on my knees and give him the best blowjob of his life.

“You looking for trouble, man!” A voice yelled, drawing me out of my wild thoughts.

I looked up to find that Evan was surrounded by about six men. The man chuckled darkly as he loosened the button of the sleeve of his shirt and rolled it up. His hand sleeked to the first two buttons on the bodice of the shirt and he loosened them as well. Once he got that out of the way, he turned his neck left and right to crack the bone lose.

“Unless you don’t mind treating a broken bone or two, step back.” He commanded the men surrounding him.

Rather than backing down at this threat, one of the men lounged forward, his fist tightened and out to punch Evan. Before the fist could connect to Evan’s jaw as the man intended, Evan was able to step side the threat. His hand quickly grabbed the threatening fist and twisted it in the opposite direction. The bone cracked at the same time the man let out a hollowed sound that showed he was in pain.

“Aaarrrggghhh…” he cried out. The moment his adversary released him, he rushed to the ground and quickly crawled away from the fighting scene.

“Next?” Evan asked calmly as he maintained eye contact with each person in the circle.

I watched with sickening satisfaction as two of the men rushed at Evan in hope of pinning him down. He threw out his leg to hit one of the men. The other one got grabbed by the neck with his hand and he carried the man up until his feet were no longer on the ground. The man began to choke and slammed his hands on Evan’s arm to loosen the grip.

Evan let out a chuckle as he tightened his hold on the man. The man began to gag and gasp just to catch some air. Still holding his opponent in the position, Evan turned to look at the other three men who now looked unsure of themselves. The moment they locked gaze with the man, they squabble out of the bar to save their lives. Once the others were gone and the coast was clear, Evan focused on the man he was still holding his neck tightly above the ground.

“When a woman tells you no, respect that!” He yelled, his anger very visible.

I watched in adoration as his bicep and muscles tightened up, showing the obvious sign that the man gym regularly.

“Sir, if you don’t drop him, he will actually die.” The voice of the bartender came. It was no longer the same as it radiated with fear.

“Then he should hurry up and die!” Evan yelled.

That took me out of my drunken state. I quickly got up from where I sat and went over to where he stood. I grabbed his arm and tugged it gently. I realized that the man he was bent on killing was the one who pinned me down and refused to free me.

“Leave him,” I pleaded.

Just like that, the hold he had on the man was gone. I watched as the wretched man slumped to the floor, unconscious. The bartender came over and placed two fingers over the man’s nostril to see if he was still alive. He must have gotten an ‘all-clear’ because he sighed in relief.

Evan ignored that and brought out his wallet, grabbed some notes and dropped it on the table. “I think that should be enough to pay for the lady’s drink and the damages to property.” He told the bartender.

Then he grabbed my hand and began to walk out with me. We were almost at the door when he paused as if he forgot something.

“Just in case it is not enough, reach out to me…” he put his left hand in his chest pocket and brought out a card. Again, he left it on the nearest table to him. “… here.” He finished his words.

That said and done, we were out of the bar and in his car.

“Katie Malory, you have a lot of explaining to do.” He hissed at me. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

I ignored his voice and inched closer to him. Without a care in the world over what I was about to do, I rested my head on his shoulder.

He would take care of me.