Lucky Hamilton frowns at his phone as it rings loudly again showing the same caller ID, for the upteenth time.
Why did he keep meeting women who tried to ruin the fun? He had enjoyed a short lived fling with the blond haired woman he had met at Rick’s party 3 weeks ago and while he had since moved on, she still seemed to be stuck on him. With a sigh, Lucky decides to let the call go to voicemail. When it rings again, he decides to turn it off completely. He tries reaching for his phone to shut it off when a movement catches his eyes; a car comes toward him at full speed. Thinking quickly, he swerves to avoid the collision, but it's a little too late. The car slams into his, and even though he had managed to swerve half of his car out of the road, the impact is still sudden. The side crash sends waves of shock through Lucky's body as his car comes to a screeching halt. He takes a moment to collect himself, then climbs out to inspect the damage. Miraculously, he's unharmed, but the other car is in far worse shape. He rushes over to the vehicle and tries to peer inside and he sights the small frame of a woman. He tries to open the door, but it's jammed shut. Inside, the driver is unresponsive, slumped over the steering wheel. He pounds on the window, calling out, but there's no response. Growing more frantic, Lucky dials 911 and explains the situation while he continues to try and pry open the door. He searches desperately for something to break the glass and then he remembers his emergency hammer in his tool box on the trunk of his car. He gets it out and with a quick, practiced motion, he smashes the glass, unlocks the door, and carefully pulls the unconscious woman from the wreckage. She's petite and delicate, her body limp in his arms. He puts her on the floor and quickly checks her forehead for injuries. He finds only a small scratch. As he leans in closer to assess her condition, her eyelids flutter open. He freezes as he meets her gaze. They’re deep, intense blue eyes that seem to pierce through him and for a moment, time seems to stand still between them. Lucky Hamilton kneels beside the unconscious woman, gently cradling her face in his hands. "Hey," he says softly, his voice laced with concern. "Can you hear me? Stay with me, okay? Keep your eyes open." Her eyelids flutter open again before they close once more. Worried, Hamilton continues to speak to her, trying to coax her back to consciousness. "Come on, stay awake. You're going to be okay." Her eyes flicker once more, and this time they stay open. He breathes a sigh of relief. "Good, good. What's your name?" "Daniella," she murmurs softly. "Daniella," he repeats, his voice soothing. "Nice to meet you, Daniella. Do you have a favorite thing? Something you love?" She hesitates for a moment, as if trying to gather her thoughts. "Painting," she finally whispers. "Painting," he echoes with a smile. "That's wonderful. Are you an artist?" She nods faintly, her eyes struggling to stay open. Hamilton notices her hesitation and decides to change the subject. "Where is your family, Daniella? Can I call them?" "I have none," she replies quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. His heart sinks at her answer, and he senses there's more to it than meets the eye. "No family?" he asks gently, trying to understand. Her eyelids droop again, and he realizes she's slipping back into unconsciousness. Before he can press further, the distant sound of police sirens reaches his ears. Relief washes over him and he unconsciously mouths "Thank you," .It's been 3 hours since the accident.Lucky Hamilton stands outside St. Clair's Hospital, his body exhausted from the entire day.His phone buzzes again and luckily for him, it’s a different name on the ID now. Still, he was in no mood to pick anybody’s calls.Sighing, he shoves the device back into his pocket and rubs his temples, trying to ease the headache creeping in.Inside the hospital, Daniella Blackwood had been discharged just half an hour ago. The doctors assured Lucky that she is fine, having only sustained minor injuries. Her car had been towed away, while his own vehicle, despite a few dents and scratches, was surprisingly intact.Despite the relief that both were relatively unharmed, Lucky couldn't shake off the shock of the accident.He steps back inside the hospital, and finds Daniella sitting in the waiting area, he approaches with a gentle smile "Hey there," he greets softly, trying not to startle her.Daniella looks up, her eyes still slightly red from tears shed i
Lucky makes his way to the parking lot of the hospital and is once again grateful that his car had not been impacted badly by the accident.He gets into his car and for some reason finds himself unable to drive off. He closes his eyes for some time and thinks about what an unusual night he has had.When he opens his eyes, he sees a figure walking out of the hospital. Daniella.She walks morosely for a while and then eventually settles on the steps outside the hospital.Concerned, he opens his car door and approaches her cautiously, the soft glow of the hospital lights casting a gentle halo around them in the quiet night."Lucky?" Daniela says as she sees him, surprise in her eyes.He stops a few feet away, sensing her unease. "Hey. What are you doing out here?"Daniela shifts uncomfortably, her shoulders tense. "Just needed some air. It's stuffy inside."Lucky studies her carefully, noticing the tension in her posture. “There’s no friend coming to pick you up, right?"Daniela hesitat
Daniella sits quietly in the passenger seat, stealing glances at the man who had been a part of her very unusual evening. She finds herself strangely drawn to him despite her usual indifference towards men. He had a calm confidence and presence that made her feel secure. It made her want to trust him. "What's your name?" she finally asks, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "Lucky," he replies with a faint smile. "Lucky Hamilton. She chuckles softly. "I guess today wasn't such a lucky day for you, was it?" "Maybe it was," he says, his eyes glinting with a hint of something she can't quite place. She brushes the thought aside, questioning her own unexpected feelings. What was wrong with her? She normally didn’t feel this way about men. "What's your story?" Lucky asks, turning to her, his gaze steady. "What makes you think I have a story?" Daniella counters, slightly taken aback. "You strike me as someone who definitely has a story," he replies
Lucky drives through the quiet streets, stealing glances at Daniella beside him. He notices that her look is very simple. Her hair is tightly braided and tucked behind her ears as if trying to draw attention away from her face. She wears an oversized hoodie that seems to envelop her slender frame.There is no attempt to flatter her face or body.Yet, her eyes, a startling blue, captivates him.He loved hearing her speak and didn’t mind spending the rest of his night just listening to her talk about all the things on her mind. It surprises him that he was feeling this way about a stranger."Are you good?" Lucky asks, breaking the silence.Daniella turns to him, offering a faint smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, I am now," she replies softly.Lucky's gaze flickers to her hands fidgeting in her lap, and he can sense she's holding back more than she lets on. "If you need to get some more things off your chest,I'm here," he offers sincerely.She nods appreciatively and lean
Daniella steps into the hotel room, acutely aware of every sound and movement. She glances at Lucky as he follows her in, his presence both comforting and unsettling. The door clicks shut behind them, and the reality of the situation sinks in. She feels a wave of self-consciousness wash over her, realizing the enormity of what she has just done. She had just invited a strange man into her hotel room. “Uh, so this is my first time,” she blurts out, her cheeks flushing. “I mean, my first time alone with someone I don’t really know in a room.” Lucky gives her a gentle smile. “It’s okay. We all have firsts.”She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. “I’m sure this isn’t your first time, though.”Lucky raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “First time being in a room with a stranger who almost killed me? Yeah, that’s a first.”Daniela laughs, the sound surprising even herself. “Well, you almost killed me too.”He chuckles softly, and she feels a bit of
Daniella stands before Lucky, her heart racing with excitement and nervous anticipation. If she wanted him to leave, she could just tell and she knew he would leave without questions. But she found herself pulled by him in a magnetic way.. Lucky steps closer, his gaze intense yet tender as he reaches out to touch her face, his fingers traces a line along her jaw. "Are you sure about this?” His eyes are filled with desire She nods. She finds herself unable to say a word. “You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration. Daniella feels a shiver run down her spine at his words, warmth spreading through her despite her nerves. He holds her chin up gently and their eyes lock. Daniella finds herself boldly staring back at him Time seems to slow as he leans in gently and then his lips brushes against hers in a light kiss that sends a wave of electricity through her entire body. This was her first kiss. Of course she didn’t want him to
Daniella wakes up early in the morning, her eyes sandy and her body still tingling from the night before. She stretches lazily, reaching out to where Lucky had been beside her, only to find the space cold and empty. A pang of sadness washes over her as she realizes he's gone.Wow! How could he leave without a word. Last night had been beautiful, one of the best nights of her life. She had come alive as a woman. She had felt so loved and her body had been worshipped.She blushed as she remembered herself asking him for sex again and again. “Give it to me Lucky. Please. Ahhhhhh. Just like that. I love this. .”Daniella face flushes as she recalls the woman she had been the previous night. Who was that woman? That woman had been wild completely. Lucky had also been very fierce. He had been extremely dominant and controlling.“I want to hear you moan. Louder. Scream for me Dani. Yes just like. Do you like this? Do you like my dick going in and out of you?“Touch yourself Daniella. S
Daniella sits in the passenger seat of Naya’s car as they drive off to the car dealership. Naya had been her childhood friend and at the moment, the only thing that felt like family to her. She needed to ger herself a new car since her Porsche Cayenne had been totaled in the accident. Suddenly her mind drifted to Lucky again. She finds herself desperately missing him. How can she miss something that was so short-lived? It has been exactly one week since her encounter with Lucky, and she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him. How sweer and tender he had been with her. They arrive at TR automobiles, which had been recommended by Naya’s mother. They were a new dealership company but they were rapidly growing and fast becoming known for their quality cars. As they browse the showroom, Naya chats about the different models, but Daniella’s mind keeps drifting back to Lucky. She sighs, trying to focus on the task at hand. “This one looks nice,” Naya says, pointing to a sleek