A Handsome Stranger To My Rescue

Sarah POV

I could hardly believe my eyes as I watched John engaged in an intimate act with another woman. The shock and confusion flooded over me, making my chest tighten painfully and my vision blur at the edges. Tears, warm and uncontrollable, traced down my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend what was unfolding before me.

Then I heard John speak clearly and emotionally: "Oh, Janet, I want you and only you. Sarah means nothing to me." That moment was harrowing, but what worsened the pain and fueled my anger even more was the woman’s words: "You don't need Sarah. You have all of me. Sarah is so pathetic."

At this point, I began to see red. My body is no longer frozen but hot with fury. I pushed the door open hard, but I got no reaction from them. John continued to thrust and plug into her harder. "You asshole! How could you do this to me?" I yelled. I moved quickly, ready to strike John, but he caught my hand in time.

The woman hurried to cover herself, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Meanwhile, John clenched my wrist tightly, his grip firm and intimidating. Then, he raised his hand, about to strike me. I instinctively closed my eyes, bracing for the pain, but it never came. As I hesitantly opened my eyes, I was met with a surprising sight: a very tall, muscular stranger had now intervened, standing protectively over me and preventing John from causing me any further harm. I was left wondering—who was this imposing stranger, rescuing me from a moment of embarrassment and danger?

John furrowed his brow in anger and shouted, "How dare you put your hands on me! You will pay for interfering in my affairs." The stranger, however, ignored John's threats and continued to stare at him boldly. You must not recognize who I am. Remember whose name is on the building. Without hesitation, the stranger threatened, "Get your disgusting hand off of her before I break your fingers!" Then, turning to me with concern in his voice, he asked, "Are you okay, Sarah?" The stranger's tone shifted suddenly as he inquired about my well-being, his attitude softening momentarily.

When John refused to release me, the stranger suddenly intervened, gripping John's fingers tightly and forcibly pulling them away from my wrist. Without hesitation, the stranger punched John squarely in the face. John staggered backward, collapsing to the floor while clutching his face in pain, still completely naked. "I promise you, you will regret this. Do you have any idea who I am?" John shouted through the pain. The man, dismissing John's threats, began to say, "You are a nobody who can be easily replaced," then stepped closer, deliberately leaning down to whisper into John's ear. As he did, John's face drained of color, going pale with fright, as if the man's words carried a dark, ominous threat.

I looked deep into John's eyes, feeling hurt and unwanted. "I thought you loved me. Why would you do this to us, to me, after a year? I said, trying to hold back the tears. "John never wanted you. You were just convenient and all, too gullible to believe John actually wanted to be with you when he had me," the woman said with so much hate.

Unable to continue standing there feeling hurt, I chose to walk away as the stranger persisted in threatening John. I wandered aimlessly through the banquet hall until I reached the open bar area, which was stocked with a wide variety of liquors. Seeking something potent, I instructed the bartender to serve me a strong drink. The bartender obliged, pouring me a dark brown liquor that exuded the aroma of oak with a subtle hint of vanilla.

Regardless of what it was, I drank it down and immediately felt a slight burning sensation in my throat. I welcomed the warmth it brought, as it seemed to numb the pain already gnawing at my heart. I lost track of how long I had been sitting at the bar or how many glasses of liquor I had consumed, but a strange sense of lightness and relaxation washed over me, making everything seem distant and less burdensome.

Suddenly, I felt the room becoming uncomfortably small and crowded around me. As I started to feel increasingly hot, a strong desire for fresh air took hold. I searched for an exit, but it took me some time to orient myself and figure out the right path. After finally stepping outside, the brisk, cold air hit my heated skin, refreshing me and sharpening my senses, making me feel more alert and aware than I had in a while.

How is your wrist? A gentle yet concerned voice called out from somewhere behind me. Startled, I turned around too quickly, and a dizzying sensation immediately washed over me. The stranger behind me noticed my instability and reached out just in time to steady me before I could stumble backward.

His touch was surprisingly warm, with an almost electric tingle that sent a brief thrill through my skin. He looked at me with kind, penetrating eyes, filled with genuine concern as he asked, "Are you alright?" I lifted my gaze to meet his, suddenly noticing how striking his eyes truly were—deep, captivating, and filled with sincere worry. Trying to collect myself, I took a moment before responding,

"You know, you're very handsome. Do you realize that? Also, I want to thank you for saving me earlier," I said softly, my voice tinged with gratitude and a newfound appreciation for this mysterious stranger.

He stared at me, smiling. He then stood me up straight and made sure I was balanced on my feet before he removed his hands from my waist. I could still feel his touch lingering on my skin. He then carefully examined my waist, not to harm me. "Excuse me, I will be right back," he informed me.

The stranger approached me carrying a small bag of ice. With a gentle smile, he said, "Here you go, beautiful. This might hurt just a little." Carefully, he placed the cold pack against my wrist, and I felt a slight sting. After a moment, he paused and added softly, "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Daniel, Daniel Lawrence." He looked at me pleasantly, curiosity evident in his eyes. "And how did you end up with a man, Luke, that beautiful?" he asked warmly. I hesitated for a moment before replying, We met in college."

My body involuntarily moved closer to him, instinctively drawn by some unspoken urge, and as I noticed my own movement, he responded without hesitation, closing the remaining distance between us. His scent, rich and intoxicating, wrapped around me like a warm embrace, clouding my thoughts and making it difficult to think clearly.

His body seemed to support me with a comforting warmth, a stark contrast to the cool breeze that lightly tousled our surroundings. With gentle, deliberate motion, he reached out with his free hand, softly brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering just for a moment on my cheek, as if to silently convey his tenderness and unspoken feelings.

Daniel leaned in closer to me, his face just inches from mine, and softly whispered into my ear, "It's a wonderful night to be under a mistletoe with a beautiful woman." I looked up and realized we were indeed standing beneath a sprig of mistletoe. As I shifted my gaze back to Daniel, he unexpectedly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle kiss.

The sensation caught me off guard—his lips were soft and warm, and the taste was surprisingly pleasant, making me feel a thrill I hadn't anticipated. Just as he began to pull away, I instinctively leaned forward again, eager for another kiss. This time, the connection deepened, and our lips found a more passionate, lingering embrace.

His lips were irresistibly tempting, a sensation that lingered beyond the moment, while his scent enveloped my consciousness, swirling in my mind and leaving a vivid, intoxicating impression. His muscular, unyielding body pressed firmly against mine, electrifying every nerve and sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. As we finally parted just enough to draw much-needed air into our lungs, our breath was heavy and ragged. "My mate. You are mine now," he declared with possessive certainty. I wasn't entirely sure if I imagined it, but I believe I heard Daniel correctly.

The rest of the night passed in a complete haze, and eventually, darkness enveloped me, sending me into a deep sleep. I awoke later to a sudden, intense brightness streaming through the window, piercing my eyes. I blinked repeatedly in an attempt to clear my vision, but the harsh sunlight only intensified the pounding in my head, making my headache feel even more unbearable.

I finally managed to open my eyes, and it took a moment for me to realize that the room I was in felt unfamiliar and foreign. A wave of confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together how I had ended up here. Frantically, I checked over my body to ensure I hadn't been touched in any harmful or inappropriate way again. Relief flooded through me when I confirmed I was unharmed. Slowly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, trying to steady my trembling hands as I stood up cautiously.

My mind racing, I decided I needed to find my phone, just in case I needed to call the police or someone I trusted. As I crept toward the doorway, a sudden knock echoed through the room, causing me to freeze in place. Before I could react, the door swung open wide, revealing a man with a cheerful, almost innocent smile on his face. He spoke warmly, 'Good morning, Sarah. I brought you some coffee,' his tone was pleasantly contrasting with my growing sense of unease.