Hellbound With You

Abigail didn't turn around to look at him again. She walked straight inside the building, seemingly unaffected, but on the inside, her heart was still unable to calm down. However, by the time she stood outside Kelly's door, Abi looked like the tears she tried so hard to hold in, were about to burst out.

When Kelly opened the door and saw her expression, worry carved on her face and she immediately went to hug her friend. Abi felt herself calm down a little when she felt Kelly's arms around her, like a protective blanket.

"What happened?" Kelly asked as she led her friend to the couch. "Did that Mr. Qinn do something bad to you? Tell me! What did that bastard do to you?!" Kelly was angered. It was because this was the first time she saw her Abi look like this. Her innocent little Abi, who always shone brightly like a happy sun now looked like a sad and hurt little puppy. Oh, my precious Abi!

"What happened? Did your gorgeous Mr. Qinn do something inappropriate to you? Did he scare you?" Kelly asked again, sitting beside her and holding her hand.

"He rejected me," Abi uttered, looking utterly depressed.

Kelly, on the other hand, almost puked blood. 'Goddammit! Who does that bastard think he is to reject her precious Abi! Is that man blind?!! Damn right, he is! Or maybe, he's gay!! Yes! He is definitely gay!' Kelly raged inwardly.

Kelly suddenly had the urge to go out and find a guy outside and beat him up hard. She needed to do something to vent her anger or she wouldn't be able to calm down. She was angry - angry at that bastard and at herself. How could she have let anyone hurt her Abi within just a few hours, and on her very first attempt to leave her shell, too?! She shouldn't have let her go. She shouldn't have trusted a naïve girl's choice of men!

"I'm so sorry, Abi. Don't be too upset. There are plenty of other nice guys out there who know how to appreciate a woman. Think about that while I quickly pop downstairs to buy us a drink, okay?" Kelly tried to sound calm and collected but she was still fuming on the inside as she walked out of the apartment and headed towards the elevator.

She looked around to see if there was a guy out there but she didn't see anyone.

"Guhh!!!" she angrily growled as the elevator doors opened. She walked in and to her delight, a man was inside, standing quietly in the corner. He was tall and lean, wearing a white hoodie and his dark chocolate hair covered his eyes. He was also wearing a surgical mask.

He looked a little suspicious but Kelly just smirked at the sight of him.

"Hey dude, do you want to make some easy money?" she suddenly asked and the man looked at her, surprised. "Let me beat you up and I'll give you as much money as you want," she added, moving closer to him.

The man blinked but didn't reply.

"Okay, how about this? Fight with me. I will still pay you for any damage I cause. Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you hard. It will just be a little beating," she grinned and the man in the hoodie finally lifted his face. Her face was now fierce and mocking, purposely mocking the man to fight her.

The man looked like he smirked behind his mask as he shook his head in obvious disbelief. Kelly had obviously done this before from the way she was acting. She had beaten countless men since she was 18 years old, including a few of the bastards who dared to stalk her gorgeous Abi.

Kelly had a tendency to vent her anger physically but this only started after the night of her debut. For some reason after that day, every time she got extremely angry, she would want to vent her anger by beating someone up, preferably good looking men. She had trained regularly ever since she was a small child because she was the daughter of a rich family. This was something her parents made sure she did so that she could protect herself in case of any kidnapping attempts, so she had exceptional fighting skills to begin with. This was why she still hadn't met a guy who managed to defeat her. Most of the men she asked like this willingly let her beat them, maybe for the sake of money or they just didn't want to fight a girl. She also met some men who agreed because they thought that they could eventually turn the tables on her and make her regret it and some just willingly let her beat them obviously because of her looks and status.

Of course, Kelly had some limits. She wouldn't hit their faces unless the man chose to properly fight her and she always compensated them nicely with money, so there had been no trouble about her uncanny behavior to date. She knew she was being unreasonable but she couldn't stop. This was the only way for her to pacify her anger.

"Dude, don't you want to? Are you scared of me?" she taunted him, hoping to get a reaction, even performing the iconic kabedon on him. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little. You're a man, after all." She whispered. "C'mon, say yes now."

The man's eyes glimmered in both amusement and disbelief as he looked at her through his hair.

"Okay," he said, and Kelly rejoiced. It seemed like this man was pretty much the same as those other guys who became curious or maybe thought that she was a little crazy, but still wanted to see if she was for real or just flirting. 'So this man is the same as them, huh? Good,' she thought, because she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"You're not going to fight back?" she asked and the man shook his head.

A smile carved on Kelly's face. "Okay, here we go," she said and like a tigress, she attacked him with the same intensity as her frustrations.

When the elevator doors opened, the man was already leaning by the wall, his hands on his abdomen as he panted and winced in pain.

Kelly, on the other hand, just gave him a check and with a quick 'Thank you', she left the man without a backwards glance.

The man in the white hoodie watched her until the elevator closed again. He straightened up and fixed his clothes and stared at the check in his hand. His eyes blazed before a soft chuckle left his mouth. He only agreed because he didn't want her to pester him more than this. He couldn't afford to be recognized after all. But she was actually a hooligan and she beat him up for real. Damn! What a girl! Was she a gangster?!

The man in the white hoodie laughed again. He was so damn amused. Who would've thought that he, of all people, would be beaten up by a girl inside an elevator?!

Once the man left the building, he went straight towards the black Lamborghini waiting for him on the other side of the road.

He entered the car and removed his mask.

"She's safe, Alex. She's not with a man. She's with her friend and you don't have to worry, she's with an interesting hooligan girl. I believe she's a capable female bodyguard." He mused and the man in the passenger seat glanced at him.

"And you let the hooligan girl beat you?"

"Well, it was a good experience, for me and for her, haha. She just beat a prince and gave him a cheque for five thousand dollars. Haha. That was indeed unexpected!" He didn't stop laughing until he looked at the silent, moody creature next to him.

". . ."

"Sigh… Okay, let's go. I don't really understand why you let the little lamb go. It's not like you at all."

"Silence!"

"Sigh…"