FOUR

"I don't think that's what you're supposed to say to someone you almost killed".

Taken aback Kim stared at the man like he had sprouted a second head. "Almost killed?" She moved closer towards him and tried to pull the hood off his head, he avoided her hand by sidestepping her.

"What do you think you're doing?" He snapped.

"Trying to see if the fall had somehow affected your head because clearly you're out of your mind. Almost killed? Well I wouldn't have 'almost killed you' if you hadn't tried to cross the road with your eyes closed or perhaps you thought you were invincible right".

"I think it's you who has your eyes closed because if you didn't, you'd see that the traffic light had a big red glowing light which means stop" Frustrated and feeling guilty Kim gave the man a dark look, although it was her fault but he was making it worse by refusing to go to the hospital and arguing with her instead. "I advice you to take the driver's test again because obviously you have no idea what the traffic signs mean, a lot of people would be in danger if a menace like you were behind the wheels".

"Okay that's it. You have no right to......" Cut off by a car honk she turned to glare at the intruder, why won't people just mind their business.

"Is everything okay miss?" The driver called out.

"Yes everything is under control thank you" She yelled back. "Now please leave" Kim muttered under her breath waving the driver off. She turned around to give the rude hooded prick a piece of her mind only to find the spot empty. "What the hell. Where the fuck did he go?" Running her hand through her hair she muttered a curse. After looking around and finding no sign of the man, she called in to report the accident.

"Woah, you look like hell. What happened?" Sam asked as soon as Kim enetered her studio office. Sam used to be a very famous ballet dancer until she retired two years ago surprising everyone and even more shocking was when she opened a studio and decided to teach ballet. Kim never questioned her on why she quit because Sam seemed happy and content to teach ballet instead of being in the spotlight. Accepting the cup of coffee Sam offered her, Kim related the event that took place on her way.

"I had to go the police station to give my statement, the officer said he'd give me a call once they find out like he said, who my 'mystery victim' is. Sam I looked like a fool giving the statement because I couldn't tell them what he looked like and it's that bastard's fault and his blasted hoodie".

"Slow down tiger, did you look for him the minute he disappeared?".

"What do I look like, an idiot? Of course I did!" She was angry especially after the officers had thought she made up the story, as if she'd go around making stupid claims about running a man over, just you wait till I get my hands on you sturbborn jerk.

"Maybe he's a creep who....".

"Who enjoys getting run over by random people, yeah that makes a whole lot of sense".

Sam rolled her eyes and said. "I was going to say, a creep who was trying to hide his identity, why else would he refuse to go to the hospital and just disappear like that".

"Oh, that actually kinda makes sense".

With a frown Sam said. "That name actually kinda sounds familiar".

"Nickolas Stone? Of course it does, you'd have to be living on the moon to not know who he is. He owns that famous hotel....what's the name....".

"Stone Hills".

"Yeah that's the one".

"I can't remember where but I'm sure I've heard that name before, a long time ago" Sam said with her lips between her teeth, she did that a lot when she was trying to think.

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"Good morning Mr president" Donnie Davenport greeted as he entered Nick's office taking a seat opposite him. Nick was spotting a dark look and Donnie tried to remember when Nick didn't have the devil's own look on his face, he came up blank, but this morning it was worse the atmosphere inside the office was even cooler than it was outside. Spotting the bandaid above his left eyebrow Donnie deduced that was the root cause of his friend and boss's sour mood.

"What is it Davenport? I'm working" Said Nick sparing his chief executive officer a glance before returning his focus back to his computer. He was in no mood for his friend's cherry attitude, what he wanted to do was throttle his bird brain secretary. 

"You have that meeting with Blake and Co remember? It's by ten thirty and this is ten thirtyfive, you're late boss. What are you gonna do Nicky? fire yourself?" Donnie burst out laughing, Nick was a perfectionist, one time he fired the accounting manager for being two minutes late, the man's temper was unbelievable.

"Shut it Davenport and don't seriously ever call me Nicky ever again. Have Steve show them the contract you can start the briefing without me, I'll be there in five. Now get out of my office".

Donnie chuckled and stood up to leave. "Oh and, how did you get that injury?" As soon as the words left his mouth he knew he was right about it being the reason for his friend's black mood, Nick clenched his fist and glared at him afraid Nick might toss the pen he was holding towards him, Donnie quickly made his exit not waiting for an answer.

"Fuck!" Nick swore under his breath and touched the bandaid above his left eyebrow the cut didn't hurt no, what ached was his pride and the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about the crazy witch who had almost run him over. It's been three days since the accident and for the entire day all he had thought about was the vixen with hair the color of copper and eyes that looked like the color of the clouds before a storm. That day he had gone for a late jog then he had run into Stacy or Sandra he couldn't rememeber her name she was a model he had met at a charity event he had sponsored, she was pretty and had a great body and she was interested in him and so was he, at that time anyway, the sex was good but as a rule he never took the same woman to bed twice. He had tried to end things as smooth as possible just like he always had, expensive pearls, furs and whatever it was women liked but the damned woman couldn't take hints. Usually it was his secretarty Mrs Asher who took care of all his liasons but she was still on her honeymoon and he didn't trust her clumsy replacement so he had tried to take care of it himself, big mistake. Now he, Nickolas Stone who liked women was running away from one, the woman practically stalks him. That day he had planned to take the morning off and relax so he had decided to go for a jog he was on his way down from his penthouse when he had seen Susan whatever her name was swearing at the receptionist and demanding to see him, so he had pulled up the hood of his sweater and raced out of the hotel like his ass was on fire and as if the forces of the universe were against him, she spotted him and chased after him. He had cursed like a mad man as he rushed to the other side of the street praying she doesn't catch up to him that was until a car had rammed into him felling him, then everything went black for a minute that was when he saw her, the red headed angel staring at him with wide eyes.

"Sir....Sir!".

"What!" He snapped, angry at the intruder for disrupting his thoughts.

"The me...me...meet..." James stammered.

Standing up Nick growled making the young secretary whimper in fear. "For fuck's sake would you stop being such a whimp James, you're making me feel like a bully. Let's go" If the pay wasn't so good he would have quit a long time ago, James thought, his boss was simply a beast.

As they made their way to the conference room James tried to stay as far away from his boss as possible, you never know what could set the man off, he was unpredictable and scary especially when he growled like a beast.