My Billionaire Customer Watched Me Dance In The Rain — Then He Saved My Life
Part 2
I stood completely frozen on the snowy sidewalk while the wind howled around us.
My heart hammered painfully against my ribs as I stared at the man in the backseat.
The two dark SUVs idling nearby looked like massive shadows against the white storm.
I didn’t want to get into the car.
Every single survival instinct I had developed over the last month screamed at me to run away.
But David Rossi looked at me with an intensity that anchored my feet to the concrete.
He didn’t yell.
He didn’t demand obedience.
He just held the heavy car door open and waited for me to make a decision.
I asked him what exactly was happening.
He glanced toward the mysterious vehicles behind me before looking back into my eyes.
He said he would rather explain everything somewhere warm.
I tried to argue.
I told him that wasn’t a real answer.
A tiny crack finally appeared in his terrifying composure.
His jaw tightened noticeably.
He said my name and quietly begged me to get inside.
Hearing a man with that much power say ‘please’ caught me completely off guard.
Slowly, my trembling hands released their tight grip on my thin coat.
I climbed into the luxurious warmth of the backseat.
The driver pulled away from the curb before I could even buckle my seatbelt.
The snow-covered streets of the city blurred past the tinted windows.
The silence inside the cabin felt thick and heavy.
I finally gathered enough courage to ask him why those cars were following me.
David didn’t look at me when he answered.
He kept his gaze fixed on the passing city lights.
He told me that people had started asking questions about where I worked and where I lived.
My stomach dropped into my shoes.
I asked him why anyone would possibly care about a broke waitress with no family.
He finally turned his head to look at me.
The absolute certainty in his eyes made my breath catch in my throat.
He said people pay very close attention when he starts caring about something.
I stared at him in complete disbelief.
I reminded him that we had only shared coffee a few times at the cafe.
He said that was more than enough.
He didn’t take me back to my cramped, freezing apartment in Queens.
Instead, the driver navigated toward a towering building of glass and steel overlooking the river.
The doorman practically bowed when David stepped out into the blizzard.
We rode a private elevator in total silence until the doors opened directly into his massive penthouse.
The view of the city was breathtaking.
The wealth surrounding me was overwhelming.
But it was the exhaustion hiding behind David’s eyes that truly terrified me.
He was a man who carried entire storms silently so nobody else had to see them.
He took off his coat and asked his staff to bring me dinner.
I tried to tell him he didn’t have to take care of me.
He just looked at me and said he couldn’t stop thinking about me since the night in the rain.
My entire world shifted in that exact moment.
I had spent my entire life being invisible to the people who were supposed to love me.
Now, the most dangerous man in the city was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
As I stood in his penthouse watching the snow fall, I realized I had to make a choice—run from the danger surrounding him, or stay with the only man who made me feel safe?
