My savior

“Wait!”

Scarlett let out a scream, losing her balance on the railing. Not knowing that someone had been the whole time watching her and hearing the sudden voice, she was startled and soon enough, she felt herself free falling into the ocean.

She was going to die, after all, she was eventually getting what she wanted, but why did a pang of regret linger in her heart?

Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut, preparing herself for the impact of the cold water and the feel of drowning, but none of that happened, and confused, she peeled one eye open to take a peek.

Did she grow wings and start to fly?

Her gaze met the view of two big veiny hands holding onto her own. Wide-eyed and utterly befuddled, her eyes trailed up the hand, to muscled arms, to biceps straining through clothing, to broad shoulders hunched from his position, and finally to a masculine face and piercing _ocean blue_ eyes.

Not aware of her gaping state, Scarlett continued to stare at the man, half of his face shadowed by the streetlight standing above them.

The man let out a loud sigh, his features visibly relaxing as he roamed his eyes over her face before meeting her silver eyes again. He didn't make a move to pull her up.

“What are you doing?” he coldly asked, his countenance expressionless.

Scarlett finally looks away from his intense gaze, tears still falling from her eyes, but she could feel a smidgen of relief; she wasn't dying. Although the man was stoic, she could almost feel him judging her.

She sniffled, not responding.

“Should I let go of you, then?” His question caused Scarlett's head to snap back to him, her eyes frantic.

Her legs were completely off any sort of support yet the man didn't look bothered bearing her entire weight, almost as if she were but a piece of paper.

“Do you still wish to die? I can let you go if you want to, I'm not gonna hold you back.” He gruffed and she was quick to shake her head, implying the negative.

Her teary, fearful eyes pleaded with the man when he only continued to stare down at her, still making no move to pull her up. After long, agonizing seconds, he did.

Phew!

Scarlet was heavily breathing, beads of sweetness grew on her forehead as she felt cold at the same time. She was losing her balance, but the manly hands of the man never let her midsection until she was stable to stand on her feet.

"T-thank you!" Scarlet nervously shutter to the man in front of her, the night air was now stormy inciting her hair to scamper in different directions.

The young man stood blank as he gazed at Scarlet without saying a word to her. But after a few cold moments, he finally utter a word in his deep yet mellifluous voice.

"What's your name?"

"S-scarlet... Scarlet Petersburg!" She uneasily replied, this man's distant aura is scaring her.

"Stop stuttering, I hate it!" The man growls, and he watches Scarlet crawl. Then, he sighed softly and tuck his hands into his pockets.

"My name is Nicholas Brooklyn!" The man politely introduced himself, he sounds a bit nice this time.

"You are from the Brooklyn’s family?" Scarlet couldn't help but gasp aloud, her pupils grew at the realization of the man in front of her.

"I'm his son!" Nicholas simply shrugged his broad shoulders, and Scarlet's features wrinkled in shock and laced with astonishment.

This man in front of her is the son of the most popular billionaire in USA Today. His sole name hit the headlines every day. If they say money grows on trees; honestly this man grows one. He's incredibly wealthy, he's powerful, he's superb!

But what was his son doing out here alone in the night?!

"Wanna roll with me to a party?" Nicholas asked, raising his brow sluggishly at her. His plain question snapped Scarlet out of her reverie.

Scarlet thought for a while about his question, she wanted to say 'NO' but then, wouldn't it be best if she gets tipsy and forgets all about her awful situation tonight?

"Yes,” She nods once.

"Come on!" Nicholas gestures, he walks away and Scarlet shakily follows him. It was then she saw the red Aston Martin Vulcan car which was worth $2.3 million.

Nicholas hopped in through the driver's space and Scarlet joined him, as much as the climate hovering in the car ridded her skin; she was still feeling uncomfortable and sensitive.

"Don't be afraid, I don't bite!" Nicholas muttered, barely his voice was loud as he speedily drove off.

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The night is chilly, the night is fresh.

The party has just started and the boys are already getting drunk with a mixture of alcohol, and cigarettes whose smell lingers in the atmosphere.

The girls are going wild lustfully, screaming gaily while jigging beautifully to the noisy electronic music booming in the environment.

At first, Scarlet felt alone as she wasn't used to such a climate or party of a thing. She was simply watching Nicholas's friends swarming around him, praising him like a god.

As for the alluring and sizzling outfitted ladies, they were falling helplessly on his feet. They were dying for his hot touch, blurting at his gorgeousness and manly characteristics and openly offering him a one-night stand.

However, Nicholas seems to be less interested as his blue eyes rest only on one lady, Scarlet.

By the time Scarlet felt like going back to the car since she felt like she doesn't belong there, Nicholas drifted to her in a flash and pulled her deeper into the party.

Scarlet was exasperated and flustered as all eyes falls on them, questioning eyes and shock filling their eyes which says 'Nicholas has a girl?'

"I thought he was single!"

"Who the hell is the bitch!"

The girls in the scenery were very infuriated and at the same time jealous of Scarlet, mixed comments streaming here and there about the eccentric lady with Nicholas, their dream man.

While the boys in the clubhouse were ogling at Scarlet, the girls were viciously feeling to pull her by her hair and push her out of the party. However, it was impossible to do so since Nicholas was fondly clinging onto her, towering over her with his immense stature as if wanting to devour her.

"Get yourselves a room!" A drunken voice said behind Scarlet and Nicholas who were slowly dancing and reeling in the scene.

They both stopped, flipping to confront the voice and it happens to be a young dude, just like Nicholas he was tall, and handsome, piercing stud in his right ear and a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

"Harry,” Nicholas called, his facial appearance was barren when he saw his best friend.

Harry chortle intoxicated "I thought you wouldn't come, I know how much you loathe parties.”

Scarlet was taken aback, if Nicholas hated parties that means he only came just to get her off her miserable and pathetic mood.

"Run along, bastard.” Nicholas muttered.

Harry was now laughing crazily and he moved closer, patting Nicholas's shoulder playfully before nodding off into the crowd.

"Ignore his words, he's drunk,” Nicholas whispers to Scarlet ear because of the clamorous music in the space. However, his voice sound luscious that it sent shivers down her spine.

"Let's get a drink.” Scarlet faked a cough.

Hence, they both jostled into the crowds, and with the people making way for them; they aimed for the bartenders behind the bar counter.

One bottle of vodka...

Two bottles...

Five bottles of Vodka!!!

Scarlet was dead drunk, she was giggling prettily and jabbering words like a crazy woman, some of the people were already awkwardly to her as she sings.

But Nicholas didn't mind at all, instead, he was admiring her while he takes his drink.

"I believe I can fly,” Scarlet flaps her hands as if she was truly gliding in the air.

"Hey man, take her to the room!" Harry threw a yell at Nicholas.

Nicholas groan at his best friend's sharpness but he was right though so he placed the bill on the counter. Then, he hauls Scarlet in a bridal style and went off to one of the rooms in the clubhouse.

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Finally locating a room, it was dimly lit or with no lights on as Nicholas pushed to the bed and drop Scarlet's flimsy body on the bed.

For a moment, he ogled at the woman underneath him, appreciating her beauty that he felt like taking her that very instant but... it was improper.

"Aish…” He scratched his hair softly as he got off the bed and made to walk away.

However, a hand abruptly pulled him back, turning swiftly, and landing practically on top of Scarlet on the bed.

"Make love to me!" She drunkenly begged him.