Millionaire's Society Mistress

By: Marie Kelly

Chapter One

The younger woman was never sure what had woken her from her fitful sleep. Whether it was the car jerking violently to the left, or the scream of the woman by her side, but her eyes had flown open catapulting her from unconsciousness to awareness in an instant. Her body had straightened in the uncomfortable passenger seat, aware of the way the other woman had let go of the steering wheel, her arms coming up defensively before her face as the car had lurched up the embankment, before in almost slow motion it had flipped, flying upside down before crashing down onto the roof. The sound of metal scraping against tarmac and splintering glass filling the air before an eerie silence had settled on the scene.

The younger woman had not even had a chance to open her mouth to scream, any sound she would have made lost as she had felt blackness flooding through her, swamping her as she had slipped back into unconsciousness once more, held securely into her seat by the belt which dug into her small body, suspending her like a limp ragdoll.

She was sleeping. Irritably she had pushed away the hand which had roughly moved her shoulder, her soft mouth murmuring incoherently that it was too early. The shaking had become more insistent as her eyes had flickered open the woman confused seeing smoke and hearing a voice…a man’s voice. With a frown of confusion the sounds had become sharper, the fuzzy comforting silence dissipating as her senses had awoken.

“Miss, miss can you hear me?” the voice full of an urgency she could not understand.

Trying to move she had groaned, the flash of pain in her arm streaking through her, hearing again the muffled voice of the same man as he had talked quickly to someone else.

“This one is alive – hurry we gotta get her out”

Hands had grabbed her, more focussed on speed than gentleness, the seatbelt cut as she had been hauled out from the side window, pain once more streaking through her from different parts of her body, the pain seeing her once more slump into unconsciousness.

She never knew how long she had been out, but as her eyes had once more opened she had smiled, her lips whispering up to the face of the handsome man who looked down on her, his eyes full of concern with a glowing light silhouetting him.

“Are you an angel?”

Seeing as his lips had twitched, a small chuckle leaving him.

“Nobody has ever called me that before”

The woman looking to the right, wincing as pain had once more coursed through her, seeing the light was actually further away, full of heat, heat generated from the burning car, its flames filling the sky.

As she had made to sit up, the unknown stranger had placed a restraining hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“You’re hurt pretty bad”, his voice kind and soothing, “Help is on its way so stay still”

Frowning she had looked around.

“The driver….” her question stalling on her tongue as her eyes had fallen on the body further from her covered by a blanket, a moan escaping her.

“Oh my God” tears springing to her eyes, “Is she dead?” Beside her the unknown man had nodded, his face becoming more somber.

“I’m sorry, who was she?”

The woman had frowned moving her arm as once more the waves of nausea had overcome her and the darkness had engulfed her, peaceful pain-free darkness.

As her eyes had once again flickered open, she had focussed on the brightly lit room so unfamiliar to her, she had groaned as pain had flashed through her small body, her look moving to the window beside her where a man had turned to smile, hearing his unfamiliar voice.

“It’s nice to see you finally awake”

The woman had given a shaky return smile to the tall stranger frowning softly as she had tried to place his face, sensing something familiar about him.

“I’m sorry…do we know each other?”

Her soft voice questioning as he had pulled up the chair by her bedside, grinning warmly.

“Wow…from angel to stranger” he had chuckled seeing her confusion, his voice becoming more gentle.

“I was one of the men who pulled you out of the car”.

She had given him a thankful smile recognising the OCP uniform he wore, his tall lean frame filling it well. Dancing sparkling blue eyes had added to his good looks, his dirty blond hair fashionably cut flicked around his handsome face.

“Thank you…I owe you my life” her voice full of genuine emotions as he had given an embarrassed half laugh before his features had become more serious.

“I’m sorry about your friend…there was nothing we could do for her”

Noticing as the woman lying in the bed had nodded softly.

She was beautiful, no stunning the policeman had thought to himself. Not even the bruises on her face and shallow cuts could hide that. Dark glossy black hair fell around her slim shoulders, her green eyes so unusual and large had watched him thoughtfully. She had been lucky. The car had collapsed on impact, with only her side remaining partially intact, although she had not escaped completely unscathed, her arm and leg broken, both encased in thick white plaster.

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