Chapter Four

"Leave." As cold as an ice, she says as Vincent opens the door of the vehicle for her.

She managed to somehow stop the bleeding by pressing so hard on her own hand. They are now at the parking lot of The Atelier in Manhattan where she lives while she is here in New York.

The tall handsome guy just looked at her like what she said is the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. Gabrielle rolls her eyes and started walking to the building now.

She has no time argue more with this stranger. She's getting dizzy probably because of the wounds... but more than that, she's getting dizzy because of how her father is interfering her life again.

Closing her eyes tightly as she begins to have tunnel vision, Gabrielle leans on her side on the wall of the elevator for support. Her right hand is shaking, her top and pants are spilt with her own blood.

"Which floor...?" She hears Vincent ask her before feeling his huge warm hand on her bare shoulders.

"You're cold..." He says before catching her as she gets weaker.

The cut must be really deep and she cursed. If it could kill her, it would've been fine. But it isn't as if a couple of cuts could actually cause her death which she wouldn't mind as her life is just so hateful.

"I'll be fine.." She rolls her eyes pushing his hands away only to lose balance.

"I told you I'll bring you to the hospital!" He says as he catches her and carries her again. This time in a bridal style.

"You're heavier than your weight.." He Scoffs in German, his mother tongue, which she just frowned to.

"Penthouse... No hospitals.." She says softly letting him carry her.

Right now, she wouldn't admit but she needs someone to just be with her. Someone who could care for her. She's at her most vulnerable, not because of the cuts or the blood she lost.

But because of the turn of events that are pulling her back to the life she hates the most. A life under the roof of her father. A robotic life that ruined her...

Her dreams... and her own mother...

Gabrielle hides her face on his chest ass once again, the horrible memories of how she lost her mother flash back to her mind. The elevator finally opens and he starts walking them out of the suffocating room.

Vincent looks at the young woman in his arms. Her eyes are tightly closed so are her fists. He could almost give in to the urge to kiss her forehead as she hides her face on his chest. He can feel her breathing through the fabric of his shirt which pulls him even closer to just holding her tighter and giving in to kissing her. Right at this moment, they are still strangers to each other, yet...

They are not.

He feels as if his body could recognize hers being next to his like this, her warmth feels like home. Vincent shakes his head.

This is horrible!

He'd only met her couple of hours ago. He shouldn't feel this way for this brat! He shouldn't be trapped in her stunning beauty like this.

He had never been this close to this young woman. The only times he'd seen her were those times when he'd secretly follow and watch her from afar-to see what kind of a girl he is bound to tie himself into.

Not this close... Not to this point when he's already seen her like this. Like the vulnerable girl that she's covering up with her strange personality through the scandals she's involving herself in.

Right now, Gabrielle is nothing more than a girl who is bruised... A girl who is hurt... A girl who needs love and protection. Be it from her own father or someone else... Right now, all he wants to do is uncover and break the image she is covering herself with.

She couldn't be that all bitch... She can't be that all hateful towards her father for no reasons. Something must've made her this way. And not that he would admit, but he wants to know and understand where she is coming from.

After all, he will have to spend his future with her and give her his name.. He stops in front of the door of her penthouse and adjusted her a bit on his arms.

"O530..." She says ina whisper and got surprised that she just gave him her password.

It's just that, right now, she's already too tired to argue and oddly, she never thought of asking him to bring her down.

"You can't just give your password like that to a stranger. You know that don't you?"

"Says the man who steals cars and carries a woman he has no business with." She whispers now on his neck as he adjusted her again so he can key in her password with the same hand that is cupping the back of her tighs.

"I will of course give you back your car key. But your password, I will always have your password now. What if I'm a serial killer?"

"Then you're most welcome to come in and do your killing." She says which made him look at her face.

She looks tired with her eyes closed like that but more than that, she looks sad with the little frown on her face. Gabrielle opens her eyes and meets his blue ones. Vincent, as he calls himself has the deepest blue eyes she had seen. The way he is looking at her is making her look at him more deeply.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He asks raising an eyebrow at her as he steps in to her lavish house and finds his way to her bedroom... Trying his hard not to shift his gaze to her luscious devil red lips he is so eager to kiss.

"Will you kill me, Vince?" She asks in a desperately sweet tone, if that is even possible.

Vincent was taken off guard with that question... and the way she called him using his nickname... like she had known him for long.

Before he knew it, her hand is already touching his cheek. He can smell the blood on them but he couldn't care. Like a vampire, he closes his eyes and feels the warmth from her blood covered hand before he opens them again only to find her eyes staring at his lips.

"Will you kill me?" She repeats as she darts her chocolate brown eyes back to his blue ones.

Her beauty is hypnotizing him... and even before he could do anything to stop himself, he leans forward and stops her from saying another silly word by sealing her lips with a kiss..

Gabrielle stayed still as he pressed his lips gently on hers. He is kissing her!

This stranger is actually kissing her!

And even before she could make a fool of herself when the first instinct she had was to push him, she instead hold on to the back of his neck and kiss him back.

Fuck being righteous this time!

She never gave a fuck kissing stupid arseholes in public just to piss her father off knowing that photos of her doing so will be on papers the next hour. Why would she give a fuck kissing this handsome stranger who could very well irritate her father more had she go out dating him in front of his face.

She is sure as hell her father would hate the fact if she dates one of his employees who obviously hates him given how he helped her destroy his luxurious car awhile ago.

For all she knows, Vincent is one of heer father's pawns to either look after her or one of his paid robots to do jobs that they hate. It would be so annoying for him if she can turn this stranger to her side while slapping her father on the face how much of a disgrace she could be to his name by dating just a paid bodyguard or whatever.

And damn! He kisses good!

It isn't a bad idea after all!

Vincent lets go of her lips like they burned his. Again, their eyes meet. Gabrielle looks at him with a confused expression before she opens her swollen lips he just owned seconds ago.

"You're not killing me for sure.." She smiles proudly. Vincent looks at her with a confused expression on his face.

"If you can't kill me... it is most likely because you want to fuck me... you can do any."

She says and his face turns red. Be it with excitement, she wasn't sure...

But the next expression written on his face says otherwise. And the next thing she felt was the mattress on her back as he suddenly throws her on the huge bed of her bedroom she didn't even notice they've already reached.

"What the!" She hissed as she feels her blood boiling up. Now she's awake for sure. Vincent looks at her with anger and disgust across his face.

"You're so cheap fora doctor." He says feeling angered that she just initiated a fucking game with him like that. They just met!

Is this really the kind of girl that she is?!

"Woah! And you're too righteous for a guy who sticks his nose into other people's business, destroying cars with a total stranger, huh?! You're too high for a perv who kisses women he just met! What makes us different, Mister?!" She throws a pillow right to his face suddenly making him angry even more.

Vincent grits his teeth at that. His fist grips on the pillow he just picked up from the floor. 30 mins ago she is just as vulnerable as a bruised and abandoned girl... then she kissed him back as her hand combs his hair seductively and now she's turned into a serpent spitting hateful insults to him.

What the fuck is up with this woman?!

"You work for my father, I supposed, yeah?!"

She starts passing another pillow to him as she eyes him. He didn't answer and just throws the pillow back to her, which she catches.

"Come on, you won't get the same privileges working for my father than playing with me, you know? Unless of course you're gay and you're that old man's toy."

"Clean your wounds and shut up!" He says throwing the other pillow to her face making her curse out loud.

"Hah! Don't pretend, Mr. Righteous! You like me!" She says teasing him more.

"Don't be too full of yourself Gabrielle Davids. Not all guys would go loko for you."

"Yeah right! Says the guy who was just kissing me awhile ago!" She blows air on the strands of hair curtaining her beautiful face.

And he cursed himself. She is damn beautiful! It would have been so much easier to resist and not care for her is she isn't so pretty. But damn it, her face, her skin and her whole body is poison to his resolve.

Vincent rolls his eyes not just because of irritation but because of something else. Something that he'll never admit to this little bitch. Damn she's a viper! And seeing her all blooded and still looking so damn hot as she sits across her huge bed like she's doing yoga makes him throws his head back and walks out.

"Hey! You've got to help me clean my wounds! I can't do it with my left hand!" She shouts stopping him from his tracks and looks back at her.

"This is why I told you I'll bring you to a hospital!"

"I don't have money to pay for the hospital. That old man freeze all my accounts." She says ranting like a little girl.

"Plus, I don't want to be in the hospital.."

"I thought you're a doctor?" He raises an eyebrow as his eyes roam around her room for the first time.

Her penthouse is surely lavish but not in the way he'd pictured it.

"I mean I don't like being in a hospital as a patient.." She reasons out.

"Let me bring you there, I'll pay for the..."

"No way. I wouldn't want anyone to pay for my hospital bills when all I want is to die you know."

"Gabrielle."

"Just get me the medical kit in the kitchen.. Vince." She asks making him sigh.

Can she stop using that tone and calling him using his nickname?! It is making his resolve weaker and he ends up actually giving in and obeying her orders...

Yeah, exactly like what he's doing now as he takes huge steps towards her kitchen.

He is returning to her bedroom after getting the medical kit from her clean and well organized kitchen. To be honest, he'd expected her room to be all disorganized and filled with stupid things. But it was nothing near what he'd expected to see.

Her book shelves in the living room as well as the bookshelves in her bedroom are all filled with medical books. There was not a single crappy or none sense magazine in her house. The paintings hanging on her walls are not even of herself like what he'd expected to see but of nature and sunsets.

He frowns not finding her on the bed as he returns with the medical kit. He only sighs as he hears the water running from the faucet inside what he supposed is her bathroom. The door opens afterwards and reveals an almost naked Gabrielle wearing just her underwears! She's not even wearing a bra for God's sake! It was just her nude panty covering her most private part!

She went out covering her breasts with just her arm across them.

"Would you mind opening my closet for me?" She asks standing across her closet.

He can hear her almost chuckling after he turns around like a boy who hasn't seen a naked woman. Fuck this woman!

Well, that' s what he actually wants to do now.

"Come on! It isn't as if you've never seen a woman in her bikinis! Turn around and open the dresser." She orders her like he's some servant.

Vincent turns around with a grim face, he's so angry now he feels like he's about to throw up by how she's acting. He'd seen the worst out of her in magazines but to experience her himself?!

God damn it! She's her father's headache and she might just be his death!

He starts walking towards her with an angry demeanour that Gabrielle almost backs out looking at his angered face. Slowly, she gulps and tries harder to remain calm and confident. She can't be defeated by his control and intimidating attitude.

"You... are not more than a girl trying to act cool, for me..." He says as he looks at her eyes down to her round plump breasts before he opens her closet takes any shirt and throws it on her face.

"Put it on me then..you know, just like how you dress little girls who can't dress themselves.." She smirks as she lets go covering her breasts and raises both her hands up so he can put the shirt on her.

Vincent is sure as hell his face has turned red now. Not because of being embarassed but because of anger towards her and himself.

He's angry at her for acting so low like this... stripping in front of a total stranger... and at himself for reacting to her and wanting to imprison her in his arms and own her until she can no longer walk.

"I'm not kidding, you've to put it on me, my hand is in pain." She says making him look at her hand that is now bleeding again.

He did as he was told trying so hard not to look at her sinful body that is making his pants tight...

He felt stupid that she's easily toying him and ordering him around like she owns him.

"Anything else for your majesty?" He asks sarcastically.

She just turns around rolling her eyes and seats on the side of her bed before reaching out for the medical kit.

"Isn't it too deep? You might need stitches for it." He asks in his concerned voice again.

Gabrielle looks up briefly inky to look down on her own palms again while shaking her head. His eyes just like his vouce are full of concern as he looks at her cuts.

"Not deeper than quarter of an inch, it'll be fine." She whispers as she presses on the cut, checking if the edges are coming together and if the cut goes down to fats or muscles.

She flinches and instinctively, Vincent reaches out for her hand as he kneels in front of her. Again, their eyes met and she smiles at him... A genuine smile that almost made him smile back if he wasn't bothered that she's just teasing him again.

"You seem like a good guy." She says turning her eyes to look at her cuts again.

Feeling her cheeks burn that this stranger is looking at her with so much concern.

"What makes you say that? After all you know, I might really be just a serial killer."

"Again, I'd say you're most welcome to murder me, Vincent." She smiles drily as she reaches out for an antibiotic ointment.

"Gab..." She cuts him even before he could continue what he was supposed to say.

"He cancelled my licence as a doctor..." She starts as she flinches with every spread of the topical antibiotic she's putting on her palm.

Vincent could only stare at her face. He couldn't be sure if the pain he is seeing from her face is because of the cut that she herself is treating or because of what she is saying.

"Don't trust that man... Whatever he told you or orders you to do... He's a monster. He never thought of anyone else but himself... He could kill just to get what he wants... He could ruin someone else's life just for his own contentment.." She says looking st her

palm.

Vincent wants to just heal her wounds and at the same time he wants to tell her what he knows.. That her father actually sent him not to try and ruin her like what she thinks...

But...

To try to fix her...