Who Are You?

WHO ARE YOU?

Kayla’s POV

“CPR!” I heard the strange man’s voice go off faintly.

I lay on the cold bus floor with my eyes closed and my body limp, feeling the man's strong hands on my chest. He began to press down on my chest in a steady rhythm, his movements rhyming forcefully and steadily. Then, he paused his compressions and bent down over me. I felt his breath on my face, and then I felt him exhale into my mouth. The air filled my lungs, and I began to feel a little more awake. He continued this cycle, his hands and breath working in tandem to save my life. Then suddenly, I sneezed, splashing a tiny bit of saliva all over him unintentionally.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, wiping his face with his elbow. Suddenly, he bit his lower lip, drawing my attention to it. Immediately, the memory of his lips against mine flashed before me, making me blush.

He looked at me weirdly as if trying to decipher a hidden message in my expression.

“I’m sorry,” I said, staring at his pretty brown eyes. His short black hair was shiny and permed in a good way, suiting his gorgeous round face.

“Who are you?” I queried, getting a hold of myself. I tried sitting up but I was too exhausted and weak to lift myself. He opted in to carry me up but I was too heavy for him to lift alone so he sent for two men that looked like his sidekicks.

“Gary! Lumen! I need your help,” he called out and in no time, they arrived at the scene. One had blue shorts on with a black T-shirt while the other was dressed in corporate wear. They both had something in common which was the wired microphone that went across their necks to their ears. I also noticed how respectful they were towards the strange man and I couldn’t help but wonder who he was.

“Help me,” he said to them. They leaned in at the same time, struggling to lift me from the floor. My face was flustered with shame and embarrassment. I was about 300 kg and was quite heavy to lift. To be honest, I didn’t know how and when I got to this extent. I guess I had overlooked myself because I thought I needed no validation from anyone since everything I had ever wanted, I got. My career as an attorney and my fulfilled love life with my high school boyfriend— Eric Watson was all I wanted and I got them all but now that he had divorced me, I’m worried about how I would cope.

All my life, I had known only my foster parents who took me in after the death of my parents. I was told that they died in a ghastly accident when I was a tender age. They loved and cared for me just like their own and ultimately gave me their blessings for my marriage with Eric but how did I repay them?— I abandoned them, focusing intently on Eric and his family who had shown me one more time that nothing lasts forever and that people change. To be honest, I don’t regret anything at all. I was so in love and everything I did for them was out of love. In fact, I’m glad it happened this way. I had become more exposed and to crown it all, I had learned my lessons.

“Stay put,” the young man instructed, pulling me out of my trance. His gaze was focused and his voice filled with concern.

They gently carried me out of the bus and to the car, settling me in at the back seat. It was a black Sienna car with comfy seats and spacious space. Although I had just entered the bus, they reached their destination, probably why they decided to alight.

“Thank you but where are we going?” I asked one of his men but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he tucked me in and closed the door behind him, walking majestically to another car.

Whoever these men are, they’re rich. I thought to myself.

The strange man got into the car and sat in the driver’s seat. He ignited the car engine and we zoomed off. I had fallen asleep following the suit of the air conditioner in the car, making me not realize that we had gotten to our destination. Even as we got there, I was still very fast asleep but then I felt manly hands lifting me and taking me inside.

I woke up to see a very beautiful spacious room with properties well arranged in it. It had a king-size bed and, a giant mirror with some feminine things. My curiosity was piqued, making me leave the room. I moved from one room to another, trying to figure out where I was. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks, noticing a well-equipped gym room.

I entered it, tracing my fingers on the equipment, admiring its beauty. Turning my attention to something else, I noticed a man standing at the entrance. His presence made my heart skip a bit. I didn’t realize he had been there for a while. He was about 6’5ft tall, with tanned skin, dressed in grey shorts and a white polo that made him appear extremely gorgeous and attractive.

With a trembling voice, I asked, “Who are you?”

He cleared his throat and walked in purposely, enclosing the distance between us.

“I am your savior,” he replied, smiling.

I rolled my eyes at him, “I know you are my savior and I am thankful for that but I mean, what’s your name? What am I doing here?”

He walked away from me, making his way to the giant mirror. Adjusting his hair a bit, “My name’s David Miller. I know a little about medicals and I am a professional bodybuilder,” he said.

I smirked mentally, sensing the pride in his tone.

“A bodybuilder, you say?” I queried, making my way to him.

He nodded his head without saying a word.

I grabbed his hand instantly, tightening my grip on it. “Help me,” I begged desperately

He looked at me ridiculously and freed his hand from my grip immediately.

“You should get back to the room. Your food will be served in a bit. After that, you are free to go. That’s how much help I can render you. Anything more, you’ll have to figure it out yourself,” he said, walking towards the exit…

I rushed to the door immediately with my arms apart, stopping him from moving. “Please, help me. I need to go back to how I used to be,” I implored.

He tried to speak but his phone rang, interrupting him.

“Hello?”

“What’s going on? What? A lawyer? Well, I left the country already, how am I supposed to get a lawyer for this case now?” He queried but before he could say something else, the caller already ended the call.

I looked at him, harboring a thought inside me.

“How about we help each other?” I spoke up

He looked at me perplexed, his brows furrowed.

“I am Kayla, an attorney. I can help you win any case you have and in return, you’ll help me get back the body and beauty I used to have,” I said firmly

“So, what do you say?”