Chapter 25 Forgive Me
Sadie suddenly felt a weight lift off her as the four women were flung away by an invisible force, crashing into the male escort from earlier. The five of them collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. Tears finally fell from Sadie's eyes, and her vision cleared.
Micah, like a hero from a fairytale, had come to rescue her.
His eyes scanned Sadie, the red mark on her cheek igniting a flicker of anger. He stepped forward and extended his warm, large hand toward her.
Sadie's burning palm was soon clasped in Micah's solid grip, pulling her to her feet and into a tight embrace. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and she could hear the steady thump of his heartbeat.
Looking up, she met a pair of deep, ocean-like eyes that reflected her astonished face. "Do I look like him?" Micah scoffed, pointing disdainfully at the male escort, who was still groaning on the floor. "How could you mistake us? What's the point of having eyes?"
Sadie barely registered his sarcasm. She nervously touched his face, then his arm, exclaiming in surprise, "You're okay? That's great! You're really okay! But what about the blood in the booth? I'm sorry, it was my fault yesterday. I shouldn't have let those women near you. What did they do to you?"
Micah's cold eyes softened momentarily. He cupped her chin, lifting her face to meet his. "Take a guess," he teased.
"Stop joking!" Sadie pushed his hand away and asked anxiously, "Did you get into trouble? How can I help you? Are you really okay?"
Her hands continued to roam over Micah's body, checking for any signs of injury.
"Stop touching," Micah's breath hitched. He quickly controlled her hands, holding them firmly against his chest. He gave her a mischievous smile. "If you really want to touch me, come to my place tonight."
Sadie then realized how inappropriate her actions were. Her already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Andrew, standing awkwardly to the side, pretended to be invisible. He had no interest in being part of this intimate moment.
Micah wasn't used to an audience, either. With a quick gesture, he pulled Sadie out through the back door. The bodyguards of the wealthy women moved to follow, but Andrew intercepted them with a swift kick, clearing a path.
As they stepped out of the nightclub, the heavy metal music faded, replaced by the quiet of the night. Micah gestured to the bodyguards trailing them, and they immediately melted into the shadows.
Sadie was oblivious to the external details. She tugged on Micah's sleeve, her voice filled with remorse. "Male escort, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I promise I'll never treat you like that again!"
Micah winced inwardly at the term' male escort' but decided not to correct her, fearing it might spoil his game. "Come with me."
"Where to?" she asked tentatively.
"You'll see," he replied, making a subtle gesture. Andrew tossed the car keys over, and Micah caught them effortlessly. He opened the passenger door to a sleek Aston Martin and motioned Sadie inside.
Sadie's eyes widened in shock. "This... this is your car?" She sat in the passenger seat gingerly, afraid she might damage something expensive.
Micah narrowed his eyes at her.
"I get it. This must be a client's car! Right?" she exclaimed, convincing herself of the story she'd concocted. "Besides working at the bar, you must be kept by rich women so you can drive a car like this."
Micah pressed his forehead, exasperated by her inventive reasoning. But he nodded, deciding it was easier to let her believe her own story.
Exhaling deeply, he decided to take control of the conversation. He asked, "What happened to you?" His eyes roamed over her disheveled appearance, filled with a silent question that went unspoken.
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