Overreacting? Overwhelming? Or just plain childish? Whatever it was, it was genuine. Nobody will ever fake such a burst out, especially not Angela. Its completely natural, actually because ever since she finished high school, she hasnt ever been touched by the perks of being an adult and beautiful. She didnt have much friends, she didnt go out, she wasnt approached by someone? Well, she was but was oblivious as ever because who knows what a date is, right?

Her mother died very early and she didnt know much about interaction. Like, an approach, liking someone, loving someone, a sincere physical contact. It would be awkward and extremely difficult to be explained by a father rather than a mother. Thats why she was in this predicament.

Ever since, Sir Ryan touched Angela. She became quite. Too quite. Not the jokey mood she'd have when someone tries to be funny. Not a confident expression. Not even a smile. It was all gone. She took it seriously and thats her right. Brenda and Charles, even Jéan, were worried about her but they quite didnt understand what to do. Jéan tired to be humorous but it still didnt work.

What made it even hard was Angela hearing that her Father needed a bit more time. A week more, per say but longer, obviously. Angela felt more empty and alone and ...nothing. It didnt help her. What a time for such a "pleasant" surprise.

3 days passed and Angela was like this eversince. Days and nights, the moods were alike. Angela just woke up, helped jèan, brought breakfast, lunch, dinner, helped Brenda and Charles, and cleaned everyone's room. Like a cyborg but a sad one. Like Wall-e.

Every second, she thought of nothing. An abyss was filled in her mind. Whenever she saw Ryan, she would just walk by like he didn't exist. She'd just have a plain expression embedded on her face with no intent of conversing. Ryan started to eat late for some reason but that didnt put him in a tight spot because Angela simply didnt forget her duties. She would serve the dish and leave in an instant. She was empty but not arrogant to stop serving her masters.

Ryan felt embarrassed for his actions. A feeling of regret and sadness...remorse, is it? on his face, most of the times. Whenever she saw her, he'd get reminded of the innocent eyes and voice, which were begging to be heard and listened to. But spirited and selfishness is what placed all of them in such a unpleasant situation. Instead of a direct appraoch with respectful intent, you get on their neck and start to drive them crazy. At first, it was funny but now it was out of hand. Then, flirting with them? Showing your body and coming close to them? That is just inappropriate. And that is exactly what Ryan thought and understood.

It was the fourth day, another party. Really, guys?

What was delighting was the fact that the party was held on the lawn with numerous guests and many hired caterers. Now, Angela can hide and be alone and avoid doing alot of leg work. The caterers were male/female mixed and both seemed to catch the beauty of Angela. Surprised, they'd just stare in awe and think 'How is such a girl working as a maid?!' but Angela didnt pay attention, she'd just pick up trays with champagne and leave without making so much of an eye contact. But she did lead them by addressing them what was lacking and where.

But the awful thing was for Angela, that it was held because the export to other states proved to be fruitful and it was whoms plan? The same person who proposed the deal. Ryan Reeves. This wasn't exactly awful but more like weird, a bit uncomforting. Who could blame her, though?

The guests were not stereotypical guests from movies because the lot were different. Filled with young and elder people alike with not a bit of arrogance in their tone. Smiles that would wanna make you smile too and a tone that was soothing. There were some young peeps too and all were dazzling.

During the party, Ryan was minding his bussiness slowly sipping champagne and standing in the middle like an idiot, looking here and there.

"Hello? Are you Ryan?" A soft voice came from behind.

Turning around 360, Ryan saw who it was. A gorgeous hazelnut haired girl. His age, of course.

"Uh..Yeah, that's me." Ryan said causally. Not surprised by the girl.

"Sorry, where are my manners? Haha. Im Ruby Anderson." The girl laughed fakely and extended her hand.

Ryan shook it slowly and nodded his head, unsure of who the heck he was speaking to.

"You spoke to my father, Richard Anderson? The Anderson's automobiles owner."

"Ohh... yes, yes. Sorry, I didnt know. Just not feeling myself." Ryan spoke truly.

"Not loving the party, I guess. First person to meet who doesnt like the extra attention."

"Do you?"

Ruby stopped and forced a laughter, swallowing the sudden reply.

"So, i wanted tips from you because im studying bussiness and I wish to join my dads company or start my own so I thought you'd give me directions." Ruby said, coming to the point.

"Oh, Really? Thats great" Ryan continued his talks. Finally, distraction. He was still thinking about Angela and that incident. This was a fine opportunity to share his knowledge and avoid the guilt. Personally, he liked the request.

During the talks Ruby saw Ryan as he explained his background and moxie. To her, it seemed Ryan was speaking in slow motion with his eyes googly and sparkles raining down on him.

'Whao. God really is unfair.'

The talk ended.

"Thank you for sharing that advice. I hope I can make him proud...my dad." Ruby left waving at Ryan.

'Damn it! He's so cute! Why didnt I ask for his number? Oh, wait. I'll take it from dad. YES!'

Angela looked here and there, maintaining her position at the sides. Just thinking absolutely nothing until she saw a girl of her age...with Sir Ryan.

A hazelnut haired girl, her age, with red lipstick and a slightly brownish complexion. Bright white dress and low heeled shoe. She was gorgeous, indeed.

Angela saw the girl speaking with her master with a smile. Within moments even Ryan started to smile and laugh in between as he continued his talk with the young girl.

Angela felt her heart skip a beat upon seeing the smile which seemed genuine, on Ryan's face. Why? Was she feeling jealous? But how is that possible? She clearly resents Ryan's actions but why was she feeling her heart skip before this very sight?

Whatever it was, she didnt pay much attention but did realise the fact that she glared at Ruby for a few moments as she slipped away.

The ceremony ended and the caterers were cleaning up the mess at the Reeves's residence. Angela was feeling more off than usual and requested Brenda to take the day off so that she can step out and take some fresh air.

It was around 10 and Angela kept on wondering here and there looking awfully alone and attempting to enjoy the outer worlds virtue : freedom.

During the whole time she kept on thinking about her father and how the life was before working as a maid. It was good. Surrounded by loving people, getting paid, receiving love and respect, being alone with her dad and herself. It was perfect for her but this new job wasnt that bad either. It was perfection too but the incident made her wanna think, otherwise. If only Ryan was understanding or she wasn't naive maybe this annoying phase wouldnt have revealed its ugly face.

As she kept on walking she passed a bar.

'69 BARS CLUB. Even the title was catchy. She slowly passed to see someone right infront of the mirror. An African American adult with her prince, Ryan. Angela quickened her pace and left the bar in the distance so that she can breath peacefully. She didnt want to think about it and didnt want to face him either.

'You've got to be kidding me?'

What are the odds of meeting someone whom youve been thinking for the past 20 minutes continuously? Speak of the devil, indeed.

Angela panted and panted, catching her breath until she heard a voice.

"Hello, girly. You lost?" A croaky and creepy voice came.

Angela turned to the right to see an elderly fellow, a begger, sitting on the curb, leaning on a pole.

She looked at him and turned her face immediately.

"Want me to walk you by? You seem lost?"

"No. Im fine, thank you." Angela walked forward.

She kept on walking and walking until she noticed that the voice of her footsteps was getting louder and louder as if it was amplified and perfectly synced. Turning around to see who it was, she couldn't. She was taken down. She felt a hand closing her mouth, making her focus shift to the face of the attacker. It was the same elderly begger.

"Where'd you think you're going, sweety?" The man whispered and smiled creepliy.

Angela wanted to scream but her mouth was closed and of course, every store was closed and noone, literally noone was around. Her hands kept on rebelling but the man wasnt phased even a little. Briskly, the man dragged Angela toward a narrow alley while she tried her best to scream and rebel.

Her mind was going blank, her heart pounding, body going numb in shock.

'God! Help me! Somebody, please! Help!'

"Ryan, dude! You alright? You've havent even conversed since we got here!" Mike spoke nonchalantly.

Ryan looked at the beer in his hand and took a sip before he replied.

"Sorry, I just...Im sorry."

"Angela, right?"

Ryan slowly lifted his head and nodded.

"Its no use telling you whose fault it was but I gotta tell you, I was stoked to see how hot she was." Mike smiled to make Ryan laugh.

Ryan didnt smile.

"I hurt her, Mike. How can you do that to someone who works for you and does all these favours without any catches?"

Mike sighed hard as he sipped some cola and started.

"Ry, listen. Mistakes happen, we're humans not angels. There is a devil lurking every corner and even preachers cant control themselves. We aint perfect, homie. You gotta stop moping and think about your next step."

"What 'next step', Mike? What am i supposed to do? I dont know anything anymore, man."

Mike realized Ryan was upset and still depressed.

"You don't know what it feels like, Mike. When you hear the whimpers, the innocent voice and the sight of her eyes which...were...Oh God! They haunt me. I wanna do something about it. But I dont know what."

"You cant just go and say 'sorry, we cool?'. But you can wait. Wait, patiently. Trust in yourself and in God. Fate has its funny nature" Mike laughed "It was fate for you to fuck up but it will be fate that will clean it up. Just wait." Mike expressed.

Ryan still wasnt convinced but he didnt intend to make Mike feel so creeped out.

"You're right. I should wait."

"You see? Thats it. Anyways, today's your big day, congrats for that. Ashley and Jessica were askin' about you. You havent met them in like forever, dude. They are your friends, too."

"Tell em, im sorry. There is so much work nowadays, its crazy. Tell em I'll meet them in a while. So wassup?"

"Well, if its not too late to tell you but I think Ashley has crush on you. Now, I know how you feel about your maid but I just wanted to tell you that."

Ryan felt no feeling of shock because he was didnt seem to care. There was someone else in his heart.

"Lets get out of here, man. Getting late."

Mike shrugged his shoulders and stood up with Ryan.

Ryan stepped out of the Bar and waited for Mike to open his car. In the distance, Ryan heard a faint voice. A voice asking for help. Turning to the left, he felt a vibe that something was wrong, something bad was happening.

"You coming, Ryan. Whatcha looking at?" Mike seemed annoyed.

Ryan didnt turn to answer Mike. Within seconds, Ryan started to briskly run where he was looking at.

"Ryan--Shit, Damn it! Wait!" Mike closed his car doors and chased after his friend.

Angela was dragged to the alley and in between she successfully moved the attackers hand and screamed.

"Ssshhhh. Be quite, this will end in a minute."

Angela's eyes were gonna pop out in shock as she saw him slowly moving his hand down to her pants.

"Arent you a sweet little thing? You left something for me down there? I bet it is more sweeter than your voice." The attacker started cutting her pant with a small pocket knife.

Angela never felt more helpless in her life. She was weak, alone and getting assaulted at night. Tears running down, mind begging for mercy and just loosing its grip.

Ryan kept on running until he reached a small alley where in the distance he saw, under minimum visible light, a guy briskly moving his arms on a figure which was laying on the ground. He ran as fast as he could toward the guy. The man took out his...ahem and looked at the girl who just gave up, thinking 'This was it'

THOP

Ryan with his full force punched the back head of the old guy making him fall on the side and groan in pain. As the light settled, Ryan looked at the semi-victim on the ground and recognised the face and who it was. Angela. In tears.

Ryan felt his eyes getting teared, his throat feeling a large lump that wasnt going down.

His hands were shaking with rage and were itching to break each and everything in its path.

Ryan layed on top of the guy and started punching him with full force and strength, as much as he could muster.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! DONT...FUCKING...TOUCH...HER!..." Ryan's voice cracked and his punches became even more intense and quick. He kept beating him until the guy managed to run away because Mike jumped on Ryan and stopped him.

"Ryan! RYAN! STOP, CALM DOWN, DAMMIT!" Mike tried to restraint the handsome hero.

As Ryan calmed, he glared at Mike with eyes that could only show rage. It appeared Ryan was gonna attack his friend as well but there were much important things at hand.

Just then, Ryan came to his senses and saw Angela lying down on the ground. He crawled to her as briskly as he could.

"Angela? ANGELA ?! Can you hear me? Hey, Hey, Angela?" Ryan blabbered.

"Hey, Ry--. Shit. That's your princess, aint she?" Mike spoke in awe.

Ryan placed his fingers on her neck to feel a pluse and there it was. But was unconscious at the moment. Ryan slowly examined her body to see if there were any injuries. Luckily, there was nothing but reddened arms, which was done by the attacker as he dragged her across the alley. And...Angela's...pant was ripped abit. Ryan again felt the same rage and with more adrenaline brewing threw his system, he tried to stand up.

"I'M GONNA KILL THAT FUCKER!!! HEY, MIKE, WHAT THE FUCK?! LET ME GO!" Ryan struggled to break Mike's lock around his neck.

"Ryan! Jesus, man. Calm down! RYAN! He's gone. He's gone, Chill, chill, chill." Mike struggled afew moments before Ryan gave out "Think about her, Ryan. Focus on her."

Ryan sat down, picking Angela and supporting her body on his leg. He kept on staring at her, saying nothing, just staring and touching her cheek, feeling remorse for what she had gone through. Slowly, he stood up and carried Angela's body, bridal style.

Mike observed the loving expression on Ryan's face, how worried, how caring, how sensitive, how concerned is he for Angela. Everyone would do the same for any girl who was being sexually assaulted but this was different. Mike smiled, thinking with happiness 'Our boy really is in love. You did it, brother'

"I'll bring the car around, follow slowly."

Ryan kept on looking at the raven haired beauty on his arms as he slowly nodded without making eye contact.

Mike, rushed to his car and brought it closer to the couple.

Ryan sat on the back with Angela lying her head on his lap.

Mike drove but kept his eyes on Ryan. He really was worried.

"Ryan. Im sorry, for what was about happened to her, man. But it didnt, you stopped it. she's fine. Just unconscious."

"Its...I..I mean, yeah thats...good. But what if I had arrived a minute late? what if I wasnt quick enough? I cant begin to imagine what wouldve happened to her and how she was gonna live her life, remembering this incident." Ryan sighed hard "Plus, I hurt her, Mike...and now this. Why does she have to suffer?"

Mike understood Ryan's frustration but couldnt feel what he was feeling, currently but seeing he was his friend, he responded and consoled as much as he could.

"Ryan...Dont dwell on the past. What has happened, has happened, you cant change that but you can certainly fix it. And you did, you were there for her, you protected her and her respect. Though, you couldn't change the whole incident but knowing you saved her from getting assaulted will definitely make her wanna forget what would have and wouldnt have happened. Have faith."

Ryan, felt a substrate weight lift off his heart as he heard the kind words from his friend.

"I hope so, man. Thanks, dude."

"Anytime, brother. You know what, I guarantee you, she will forgive you tomorrow. Better yet, 100 bucks says, shes gonna kiss you tommorow." Mike smiled mischievously.

Ryan smirked and nodded slowly as oppose to saying 'You're on'.

Angela's eyes slowly opened. Looking here and there without moving a muscle, she thought of a cliche sci-fi sentence.

'Where am I? Where the--this Is my room. Im at the reeves residence. What?! Sir Ryan?! What is he doing here.'

Angela thought as she turned her head around, studying the room to see Ryan, sitting on a chair, resting his face on, Angela's bedside.

"What? Im still wearing yesterdays clothes. Didnt I change last night? Last night??--" Angela remembered last night. She remembers herself running away from the bar where she saw her master. She remebered the begger, who then attacked her. It was all a bit hazy but what was making it difficult, was to see Ryan just close to her and it was making her feel scared and shy. Slowly, crawling out of her bed, she entered the bathroom, where she washed her face and sat down, recalling her latest ordeal.

Her eyes shut as her mind went to deep thinking. Slowly, everything was coming back and in order. She remembers the guy, touching her and slowly un-buckling his belt. Suddenly, she remembers bits about, him being knocked to the side by an anonymous guy.

'Okay, I remember being attacked. But what then?'

The scenery in her mind started to clear as she saw glimpse of the person beating the begger and screaming as hard as he could...it was...Ryan.

'WHAT?! WHAAAAATTTT??!! SIR RYAN WAS THERE TOO??!! Wait, wait. He helped me yesterday? He SAVED ME?!'

Angela felt her heart flutter, as she again and again remebered the scene of Ryan screaming and punching the rapist, saving her. Her breath stopped and her face started to feel warm.

"What? Why am I feeling...satisfied?"

Why, indeed, Angela? Why, indeed?

Her mind didnt stop, it still thought more to remember the next event. She remembered, the feel of, bulkiness on her head...on Ryan's lap.

'What? Really? That happened?'

Also, remembering the touch of Ryan's hand on her cheek as he kept on caressing it.

'Wha-wha-what?'

Her mind started to blank. Not sure what to make out. She placed her hand on her cheek and again felt the chills. She...smiled. Angela smiled wholeheartedly and blushed even more as she realised that Ryan protected her, carried her, respected her, didnt do anything to her and stood by her side whole night, waiting for her to wake up.

Heart skipping numerous beats, face getting ruddy, shyness taking over, Angela let out a short giggle. Thinking of none but one individual, her master : Ryan Reeves.

Mike was right, she wasnt thinking about the assault at all.

Angela looked in the mirror, staring at herself.

"He protected me last night... Even After I slapped him and acted like a kid. He...He helped me."

Nodding she continued "Thats it."

Opening the bathroom door to see a worried handsome feller standing beside the bed and looking concerned.

"Angela! You're awake..thank god...um...W-w-why am I here?...Well,...You see. I...I... Are you a-a-lright--? Ryan kept on blabering as he saw Angela slowly approaching him, unsure of what to say once she wakes up. His heart beated very rapid and wasnt slowing down as the distance between them started to reduce.

"Hey..."

Cup

Angela tiptoed, held ryans head with both of her hands and claimed his lips. Smiling and kissing at the same time as her heart fluttered and gave in.

Ryan held nothin but shock as he felt the sudden kiss of the gorgeous maid.

'Uhhh,What?'

After a few seconds, Angela broke the kiss and lowered her arms to his back. Making eye contact and grinning wholeheartedly, she hugged Ryan and rested her head on his bulky chest.

"Thank you for last night...Ryan."

Ryan's eyes widened as he heard it, her voice in peace and of all words, saying his name. Eyes tearing up and a smile across his face, Ryan felt lightness on his chest as he realised things were working out.

Placing his arm around her back Ryan spoke "So..does that mean im forgiven for my mistake?"

"What 'mistake'?" Angela said seriously then smiled again, looking down, as she felt shyness.

Ryan felt his heart throb and face redden as he heard her slight giggle.

Ryan looked into her eyes and felt lost, like he didnt want this to end. He just wanted to stay like this for the whole day. Beautiful. It was beautiful for him.

Moving forward, Ryan kissed Angela sucking on her lower lips which Angela replied by kissing back, slightly with wildness.

Their body tensed up as this was like nothin else. Enjoyable. It felt good and tasty, per say. This was technically, her first kiss if honesty is in the line. She enjoyed it, kissing the handsomes guy's handsome lips.

The kiss broke and both of them laughed and touched their heads together.

"Go, get freshed. I'll make something for you."

Ryan liked the sound of that, he let go of her and winked to Angela before leaving her room.

As Ryan exited, Angela looked up in the ceiling as she whispered to herself "Thank you, God. Thank you so much." And grinned to herself again as she couldnt stop herself from thinking about Ryan.

Ryan stepped out and leaned at the door as he looked at the celing whispering "Thank you, God. Mike was right, I just needed some patience and faith. Guess, I owe him a 100 bucks."

Love was in the air. Things are getting VERY interesting.