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allowed myself to fall asleep! Once I heard the valet get in and start the car up, I knew that I was fucked, so I stayed put and hoped with everything in me that nobody would access the backseat. I had managed to encounter yet another situation, only this time I was feeling as though I might not make it out. There was no way I would get lucky twice in one night. My time was up. The guy was staring at me, and his gaze was one of confusion, coupled with anger, while mine rested solely in fear.
    I felt a lump in my throat that made it increasingly difficult for me to swallow. All I could do was match the intent look that he was giving me. And as much as I didn’t want to, I couldn’t help but notice that he had sex appeal. Under the garage’s light, his hair was the color of dark java, with thick lashes and brows to match. He owned an athletic build, a finely trimmed goatee with a full beard, which surrounded a nice set of lips, and a head of hair so thick and wavy. If he allowed it to grow out, it would for sure have a deep wave pattern similar to that of Brody Jenner’s. Not that it was the time for me to be thinking about anything even closely related to how nice looking he was. That very thing was what had gotten me into this very place—in a stranger’s car with no way out.
    “What the fuck is going on?” he asked angrily, his dark eyes bearing down on me. “Why the fuck are you doing in my car? Did somebody send you here ?”
    The tears started to flood my eye sockets once again. The shaking was so intense that my lips trembled, sending my teeth clacking rapidly against each other. I tried to keep the frenzy at bay by hugging myself with both of my hands, squeezing as tight as I could, but it provided minimal consolation.
    “Please let me explain,” I begged, my voice trembling. I had no idea if he was up for explanations, or if he had already decided that he would have me arrested for breaking into his car, but giving him the details was all I had.
    “Start explaining. And quick ,” he demanded.
    I slowly held my hands before me, palms outward, to show him that I didn’t pose any sort of threat, and asked, “Can I get out of the car, please? I know I have no right to ask for favors, but my legs are aching really badly. Once I’m out, I’ll explain everything .”
    The truth of the matter was that I needed this man’s help. I had nobody, and I had nothing. He looked from my face to my hands, and then scanned me up and down before lowering his guard.
    “Go ahead and get out of the car,” he ordered, slightly tossing his head to the side.
    In an effort to straighten my legs, I felt a pain shoot up my calf, and then my thigh. “ Arrgghh !” I squealed, as tears streamed down my cheeks. I rubbed my hand up and down, against the pained area. It took me a few seconds to regroup, and to gather my composure in a way that didn’t make me look like a struggling handicapped person. I rose from the space on the floor, and lifted myself on top of the seat, then reached down to where my heels were and slid them back on my feet. I then reached up to lift his seat, so that I could exit. When I stepped out, I made sure to close the door, but I reluctantly remained on my side of the vehicle. The look in his eyes wasn’t exactly a green light to proceed anywhere near where he stood. It was more, Say what the fuck you have to say and be on your damn way before you meet a fate you didn’t count on . I struggled through the numbness in my legs, then lifted my left leg and ran my palm downwards to ensure that they were actually still a part of my person, since I could barely feel them. I had to have been crouched for close to two hours.
    “My name is Alika—Alika Collins. And I promise you I wasn’t sent by anyone,” I confessed, lowering my eyes from his surprisingly, patient gaze. “The truth is I ended up in your car…” I paused. I didn’t know how to present the rest of the story. For all I knew, I could have