My Worst Enemy

Honey's POV.

I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears.

"Just act like you know me."

He hugged me back. His body was warm and firm, causing me to feel a foreign sense of comfort. He brought his hand from his pocket and cupped the nape of my neck before leaning his head close to my ears. His breath fanned my skin, causing a shiver to rub down my spine. "Is someone stalking you?" He asked. 

I tightened my arms around his taut waist and nodded. "Yes, I don't know what he wants."

I should have let go of him, but I didn't. I felt strangely safe in his arms. I turned my head and risked a glance at my stalker. He had stopped following me. Instead, he leaned on the wall and was pressing his phone. It looked more like he was waiting for the man I was hugging to leave me alone. I wouldn’t make that happen.

I looked at him from below his chin. "Please don't leave me."

He patted my head gently and smirked. "I won't. You want to use the restroom, right?"

I nodded, still hugging him tightly. His manly cologne clouding my mind, preventing me from thinking straight. "Yes."

Everything about this man looked dangerous and I shouldn’t be attracted to him like a moth which was captivated by the spark of a flame, but at this moment, I was ignorant. Unaware of the darkness that lurked around him. 

"Then go and use it. I will wait for you here." He said calmly. I didn't know him, but I was certain he wouldn't leave. I nodded and dropped my hands. 

"Alright, I'm coming." I said and entered the restroom.

I didn't spend time in the restroom and came outside. I slightly opened the door and peeked to see if he was still waiting for me. He stood elegantly at the doorway, his broad back was to me. He wore a black suit and fancy leather shoes with a silver bird brooch. Everything about him screamed richness. Wristwatch. Looks. Aura. Demeanor. Dressing.

I looked up and noticed he had turned to look at me. I blushed as I shifted my eyes and stepped out of the restroom. "Thank you." I said and adjusted my handbag over my shoulder.

He waved his hand, dismissing my gratitude. "Don't bother, it isn't a big deal."

I nodded. We walked through the hallway. I uttered a sign of relief when I didn’t see the stalker in the hallway.

"Are you done here?" The man asked. 

I wanted to know the name of this dangerously handsome man who had saved me, but I didn’t know how to ask for his name. 

"Yes, I came to order a designated shoe for my dad's birthday."

"You must be very close to your father."

I smiled. "Yes, I am. He is my best friend."

He snorted. It made a pleasant sound in my ear. "Mine is quite the opposite. My father was my worst enemy."

I gaped at him. How could he say something like that with so much calmness? "Seriously?"

He nodded. "Yes. We didn't get along that much until it was too late."

"I'm so sorry about that." I said with so much concern in my voice.

He arched a brow at me. "You are sorry about what? My Dad?" He scoffed. "Don't be, he got what he deserves."

I shrugged. "No matter how bad he was, he was your father. You should feel sorry for him."

He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him."

"So what happened to him?"

He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."