PROLOGUE: *Accidentally met*

Cursing under my breath, I stepped into the sun, grumbling, “Why do I always get this migraine?”

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and I was heading home. The sun beat down on my head, as I trudged towards my home. I was exhausted from having worked all day. Mr. Robinson, my manager, had worked me to the bone, making sure I earned my meager pay. I felt my knuckles ache from scrubbing floors, cleaning surfaces, and washing used sheets. All I wanted right now was a few minutes of peace and quiet.

As I made my way down the street, no cab was in sight. I wasn't sure if I had the energy to walk any further. My legs felt like lead, and every step was a chore. I decided to stop beside a shade and take a rest, until a cab came by.

The sudden roar of the Lamborghini's engine shattered the silence, and the car flew past me with alarming speed. I yelped in terror as I held tightly to my handbag, my heart pounding in my chest. If the driver had swerved even an inch to the left, I would have been hit. I was lucky to be alive.

Then the car halted to a stop laying across the road, and the driver rushed out towards me, alarmed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you on time!" He pleaded as he took hold of my hands and inspected my body. He drew a sigh of relief when he didn't see any bruises on me.

"Who the fuck are you? And why would you drive like your head is on fire?" I questioned the moment I found my voice.

“I'm so sorry, Ms. You appeared out of nowhere, and it was almost too late to avoid hitting you. I had so much on my mind. Regardless, I'm sorry.” He said, raking his fingers through his hair.

I stood in silence as the driver vented his frustrations, spilling out a litany of woes that had caused him to lose focus on the road. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy, despite the danger he had just put me in. Clearly, he was under a lot of stress.

“Do you mind going to the hospital? To be sure there's no internal injuries?” He asked, pleading with his eyes.

“No. I'm fine." I declined, tucking my hands into the pockets of my Denim pants.

“You don't look fine to me. Please, come with me." He persevered, gesturing to his car.

"Oh I'm fine. It's nothing much, just a bit of a headache. I was heading home before the car swerved towards me.” I answered.

“Are you sure?" He asked, arching a brow at me.

I nodded in response. Satisfied that I was fine, he bid me farewell, got into his car and drove off.