RESCUED BY THE STRANGER

Chapter 4

RESCUED BY THE STRANGER..

EMILY..

When I opened my front door, I pretended to be surprised to see my landlord, who had previously messaged me, standing right there. I had noticed him through the window and knew why he was at my house.

However, in order to buy myself some time until I figured out what to do, I chose to act dumb as though I had no idea what was happening.

"You have no place here; please leave my house." He told me as soon as I stepped out of the door.

"Oh, hello Mr Donald, you are here so early," I said calmly, pretending to be sleepy, as if I had not heard what he said or knew why he was at the house.

" Did you say something?" When I asked, I could see that Mr. Donald was enraged and frowning. I turned and grinned at him.

"Time up, Emily. Get out of my house." He said firmly.

I stammered, "Emhh," and shut the door immediately after me, facing him, as if that would prevent me from being ejected. I knew I had to say something, even though I was not sure what to say.

" The thing is, emmh my mum is sick. So right now, I am... I paused, noticing he was not interested in hearing my plight.

"Please just give me some time. I will get your rent soon." I said in a pleading tone. After staring at me for a long time, he burst out laughing. He stopped once more. I was mesmerized by what was happening and stared at him with a puzzled expression.

"Get out, your time is up!" I jumped in fear as he screamed, startled to my core.

In actuality, the landlord was here to ensure that I either left or gave him his money after I was given a three-day notice to pay my rent or vacate the property.

I had no money and could not afford to go homeless. "Please give me more time," I pleaded, but he would not listen.

"This is not good." I muttered, unsure what to do about the situation. I could not afford to be homeless, especially right now.

" You should get your things out. I am changing the locks," he said in an emotionless tone, not even looking at me.

" What!!!" I exclaimed, "You can not do that; this is my house." my voice quivering as I spoke. "Where am I supposed to go?" With my heart pounding and fear taking hold, I asked.

He turned and laughed uncontrollably as he ridiculed me.

"You have forfeited your right to full ownership of this house because you blatantly neglected to pay rent for months after I gave you the lease." He said firmly.

I understood I had no claim to the house, but what could I do in these circumstances? I had nowhere else to go.

"As you are aware, I have been going through a tough time; my mother has been sick, and I also lost my job." I answered pathetically, my eyes brimming with tears. For a moment, I thought my tears would appeal to his good side, and he would let me stay.

"I understand your predicament, Emily, but I manage a business, not a nonprofit. Just get your stuff out." He said, his words were hurtful, and I wondered why he was so cold-hearted. I was pleading for an extension, but he was not willing to listen.

"I have nowhere to go." I told him again, "Sincerely, I do not care; just get your belongings out of my house, or I will call the police." He replied, telling the men he brought with him to change the locks if I did not want to move.

With nothing left but desperation, tears streamed down my face as I begged him for an extension due to the hardships caused by recent events. To no avail though; all he cared about was getting his money or seeing me out on the streets.

As I continued pleading, my voice trembling with desperation, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a well-dressed stranger approaching. Ignoring him at first, my focus was solely on convincing my heartless homeowner. I noticed something had caught his attention. But as my eyes wandered to see what had caught his attention, I couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief when I recognized the stranger.

Anger welled up inside me as I confronted him, demanding an explanation for invading my home once again.

Why are you here?" I asked angrily, my voice laced with frustration and confusion. "Do you know him?" My landlord questioned, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected encounter. But I disregarded his inquiry, my attention fixed on the stranger in front of me.

"What do you want and how did you find me?" I demanded, my voice filled with a mix of anger and vulnerability. My landlord chuckled mockingly, enjoying the power play that was unfolding before him. "You have no house anymore, so stop pretending," he sneered.

"You are homeless and still have a loud mouth." He mocked, "Anyway, here is some cash, that should be enough for her rent." Ryan's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression unreadable. He reached into a bag he was carrying and pulled out a wad of cash. My eyes widened in disbelief as he handed it to my landlord, who eagerly accepted it with gratitude.

"What is this?" I asked, bewildered by the unexpected turn of events.

"Consider your rent paid for the next few months," Ryan replied calmly. "I believe you deserve another chance."

"What did he want to prove?" I asked irritably, looking at him with displeasure.

"But why?" I questioned, still struggling to comprehend what was happening. " I don't want anything from you, cheap slut." I cursed at him as I tried to take the money from my landlord and hand it back.

" Do you have any money?" My landlord asked refusing to return the money." Excuse us, we have some unfinished business to discuss." Ryan said, peering into my eyes. With those enigmatic words hanging in the air, my landlord made his exit. I was furious with everything happening and couldn't contain my emotions.

" Get out of here, Ryan. Leave me alone." Ryan was at my house again and now had paid my rent. "Would he not just leave me alone after everything that had happened?" I was puzzled just looking at him.

"How did you know my address?" I asked furiously, my voice laced with curiosity and concern. "What do you want?" I asked again, as no response was coming forth. Flashes of what had happened between Ryan and I flooded my mind. He refused to respond. Instead he continued to stare at me seductively.

Get out of my house, Ryan. I don't want to ever see you again," I said firmly as I approached the door. However, before I could even reach the doorknob, he forcefully pushed it against me and barged inside. Panic surged through my veins as I scrambled to grab my phone for help, but his strong grip sent me crashing down onto the floor. Despite my desperate pleas for him to stop, he ignored them completely and pressed his lips against mine in a forceful kiss.

A soft whisper escaped his lips, breaking the surrounding silence. "Calm down," he urged gently. The anticipation grew as his hands moved beneath my panties, exploring every inch of my delicate flesh with deliberate strokes against my throbbing clit. Meanwhile, his talented tongue traced a path from my breasts to their hardened peaks, creating an electrifying connection that fueled a fire within me.

The room was filled with an eerie silence as I mustered every ounce of strength to push Ryan away. My voice quivered, "Get out! Leave me alone!" But his grip only tightened, overpowering my feeble attempts to break free. Fear gripped my heart as I desperately searched for any means of escape.

In that condition, the door flung open, a glimmer of hope flooded over me as Ryan turned to see who it was, relishing his grip on me. I got up and ran behind the stranger. He had come to my rescue again.

The stranger stared at Ryan with a cold determination in his eyes. "You have no right to be here," he stated firmly. There was an intensity about him that sent chills down my spine. With one swift motion, he grabbed Ryan by the collar and forcefully dragged him towards the door. "Get out," he commanded, giving no room for argument

As the door closed behind Ryan, I turned to face the stranger who had just saved me from an assault. Confusion and gratitude washed over me in equal measure as I tried to make sense of his unexpected act of kindness.

"Thank you," I finally managed to say, my voice filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. "But why are you doing this for me?"

"Nothing, he was trying to take advantage of you and I did not like that." You left your bag in my car and I checked it and found your address and decided it would not be fair for me to throw these things away if I could return them."

"Thank you." I said, collecting the bag and the piece. " Can I offer you something to drink?" I asked, wanting to thank him. " Please don't say no. " I added, pleading.

Alright then, some whiskey would do." He said, it was early in the morning, "Why would he want something like that to drink?" I wondered.

" I don't have that, but I guess I have a little something." I told him and went to get a drink for him and handed it to him. He took it and thanked me. "It's the least I could do," I said with a smile.

We found ourselves sharing stories and laughter, and the initial awkwardness faded away completely. As the day wore on, a newfound friendship blossomed between us. " He seems like a nice guy." I muttered, smiling at him.

He seemed like a different person as we talked. " Did I judge him wrongly at first?" I questioned myself as we talked.