Attraction

God, I feel caught between a rock and a hard place. I can't even go commit a robbery because I'm terrible at that.

"No, I'm sorry, but I don't think it's advisable for me to let you go in the state you're in, especially when I'm the one who caused you to fall to the ground," I say to the man, thinking I had moved away from him, but he's still so close. "Tell me, do you have any problems I can help you with? I'm really sorry about what happened."

What? It's not like it's the end of the world. Is he really worried about me?

I come to a sudden stop, and before it's too late, I'll make it clear to the big man who, for some reason, affects me with his presence.

Once again, I'm close to him, and I tell him that he doesn't have to worry, that the fault could be shared, as I didn't have the opportunity to see the person in front of me, all because of looking at my phone.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm telling you the truth."

"Why are your hands shaking? Seriously, you should see a doctor," he says with concern, stepping back when he feels his hands against mine. "I have no intention of hurting you."

I lower my gaze and swallow hard when I confirm that I'm trembling. My phone is still in my hands, and the desperation for my mother to call me increases. I want to know the condition of my father.

Returning to reality, I ignore the presence of the man who is still with me. I dial my mom's number. I know she told me she would call me, but the truth is, I'm too worried.

"Not now, honey, I'm still talking to the doctor. He's giving me instructions on the medication your father should take. I'll call you back," she hangs up, leaving me devastated.

"Please, Mom."

"What's wrong?"

"I have to go, I need to get to my apartment urgently. I need to go..." I collapse completely, worried about my father.

"I'll take you, please, so I can be sure you're okay," he insists, this time making sure I don't move away from him. "I really don't see you well. I recognize that I'm a complete stranger, but I can also assure you that I wouldn't harm you."

No, he doesn't know him. I can't go with a stranger, I can't trust him. God, what should I do?

"Please, I need to get there on time," I fight back tears as a wave of worry washes over me. "I live in Charlot. Well, I'll direct you."

"Come on, there's my car... Wait, I have to take this call."

No, I can't wait any longer. I have to take a taxi. My mom urgently needs the money. I don't care if I spend all my savings, maybe everything. I take advantage of the opportunity while he's distracted, and with a quick movement, I stop a taxi. The car stops, and without telling him the address, I get into it, at the same time closing the door and asking him to take me to Charlot. The taxi driver doesn't wait any longer and starts the car.

"Goodbye, I thank you for being a gentleman with me, as I have been clumsy in everything," I whispered under my breath. I watched as he ran towards the taxi, trying to catch up.

"It seems the gentleman wants to take you," the taxi driver said in a playful tone.

"Please, hurry, I need to get home as soon as possible," I looked at the driver. I had no intention of conversing; I was not good at making small talk with strangers. "Excuse me, but I am in a hurry."

The image of that handsome man would disappear in just a few seconds, and now I had to worry about how much money I could send to my mother. Then I would have to find another job because I doubted I would have anything left by next month.

Oh, my mother is calling me, damn it, and I still haven't been able to get home. I just hope everything is okay.

"The doctor has recommended that your father stay for one more day, but he asked me to buy the medicine and pay for your father's stay in the clinic tomorrow."

"Mom, I will send you the money in a couple of hours. You don't have to worry. Everything will be deposited in the card, and you can pay for everything, the medication, the consultation, and the food that my dad should have from now on. Don't worry, mom, everything will be okay."

"Thank you, my dear, I knew you wouldn't abandon us. Your father didn't want me to call you, but the truth is, my love, that I couldn't handle all of this. You are the only one we have to get out of this."

My throat tightens, and before I burst into tears, I tell her not to worry, that I will deposit the money in a couple of hours. I don't want them to worry or feel like a burden because they aren't. They are all I have.

After telling her that I love her, the call ended, and she had to stay by my father's side. Aaahhh... why isn't this taxi moving? I should already be in my apartment. I can't leave them hanging.

I close my eyes and try to take a deep breath. I can't panic, not when I have the money. I just have to find a way to deposit it. Oh, I can go to a quick mart! One way or another, I must deposit that money as soon as possible.

"We have arrived, miss. I managed to get here as soon as possible," he says, stopping the car. I come back to reality and realize that he is telling the truth.

I thought we would arrive sooner, but this man got angry and took another route. Damn it, we were supposed to arrive in fifteen minutes, but he did his best. I pay for the ride and get out of the taxi with a "goodnight."

"Miss," he observes, and speaks with a mischievous smile. Shit! His smile looks so hot and exciting.

"What are you doing here?" I mutter.

I can't resist looking at this man. I don't know why he excites me so much, or why his presence affects me so much. Why is that? Yes, I'm stupid. He excites me because he is an attractive and hot man... I feel like my heart is racing a thousand miles an hour.

No, I have to push away these thoughts. I have to concentrate on what really matters.

"I had to make sure you were okay. I told you I would bring you. Why did you leave? Did you think I would do something bad to you?"

What? Is it possible that I heard correctly, or have I gone completely crazy from the adverse effect it has left on me? He is to blame, who made him so handsome and attractive? In life, you can't have everything, but he seems to have it all. How can he expect me to believe his intentions are good?

"I'm sorry, but I was in a hurry, I couldn't wait a second longer," I excuse myself, not wanting to admit the fear I feel of a stranger showing interest in me.

Oh my God! This man has hypnotized me, I need to regain my self-control and think with my head and not with desire.

"Do you fear me?" he mutters with a husky voice. "Don't take it the wrong way, I just want you to get to know me and meet the girl who fell to her knees half an hour ago," a playful smile appears on his mouth.

"I appreciate your kindness and sincerity, but I told you I'm fine."

Before I can say the first vowel, his phone rings. Seeing who the caller is, his face changes radically. Who could it be? Is it his wife? Is it someone important? Does he have a girlfriend? The intrigue of knowing takes over my mind, I have a thousand questions to ask him.

I watch his conversation closely, and without needing to be a psychologist, I can tell he has a problem from his tone of voice. Before he notices that I'm eavesdropping, I turn my gaze away, although inside, I scold myself for idolizing every part of that man's body. I suppress a sigh because I don't want him to know that I am melting for him like butter. My question is, do people fall in love at first sight? Or is it just desiring and not love?

"Miss," I hear a murmur close by, so close that I can feel his breath on my neck. I close my eyes and shiver at the smell that penetrates my senses.

"I'm listening."

"I have to go. The good thing is that I can leave now, knowing that you're already home, or do you need me to accompany you to..."

"Do you want to accompany me?"