The Special Agent: Andrew Pierre

Chapter 9

Olivia needed some time alone so she asked her parents to go home with the chauffeur and she left for the bar.

She could not remember the last time she took time off to spend time alone.

 Her routine was pretty much the same, worked 9 to 6pm everyday, went home to spend time for her son, then went to bed.

“I’d better have the time of my life now. Who knows if the jerk I am about to marry will let me taste alcohol,” she thought to herself.

When she got in, she asked the bartender to give her the strongest drink they had.

Olivia reminisced about her days before she got married. She had spent all her time partying with her friends and enjoying her life till her ex-husband walked into her life.

She had thought he was the best option for her, he made her cut off her friends in a harsh way, saying they were bad influences that didn’t want them together.

Her girlfriends tried to warn her about him, they said he was seeing other girls. Her love for him had blinded her so much that she believed him over her childhood friends.

That caused her to lose the ones that loved her the most.

Now, none of them would still speak to her, besides she had not reached out to any of them out of shame.  

As if that was not enough punishment for her, the universe decided to find her another man that didn’t match her standards.

 A poor, divorced man.

 After downing two glasses, “I will not let another man mistreat me this time out.” she said aloud, drunk as hell.

Andrew chuckled aloud as he heard the words that came from the woman that sat next to him in the bar. It was like she was saying the words he was thinking.

He came here thinking about how his marriage lost the plot, then he figured that it must have been because he left the reins to his wife’s hands and let her act as she liked.

Shortly before he came into the bar, his mother called him again, he spoke to his grandmother who informed him that her old friend’s granddaughter who had a son was looking to remarry after her divorce. 

She had explained that his late grandfather shared a great bond with this old friend and if he was alive when Andrew was born, he would have been betrothed to the girl in talks.

He refused his grandmother saying he didn't want to go into another commitment and he didn’t trust himself to be capable of handling another woman.

His grandmother shed a few tears and managed to coax him into giving in, using the marriage request as her dying wish. 

Being a sucker for his grandmother's emotional blackmail, he gave in to marrying the woman he had told her about.

That made him reinforce his decision that he would never let any woman treat him like the way Bella did to him.

Shortly after, the drunk woman got up and left the bar.

A part of him was worried for her but he wasn’t going to push himself to do any unnecessary favors to a woman, especially when they could take his kindness for granted.

Still, his mind wasn’t at rest seeing as she walked out in that state, he kept on thinking about it.

“I will just make sure she is fine and I will go home.” he convinced himself

He paid for his drink and stepped outside. There was no one outside the bar, only a few cars were passing.

“What was I worried about?” he sighed and pulled out a cigarette from his chest pocket. As he was about to light it, he heard a loud scream from the dark alley.

“Shit.” he cursed and dropped the stick then ran in the direction of the scream.

“Help!!” Olivia screamed at the top of lungs  as the man pinning her down to the wall ripped her clothes into two.

He was twice her size. She had spent the last two minutes trying to struggling to shove him off her.

Tears escaped the corner of her eyes, she instantly regretted her decision to come to the bar on her own. 

The universe sure had a way of dealing with her.

“Please help me!” She screamed again, her voice breaking as her strength faded.

 Hoping that someone heard because she had lost all the energy in her. 

Just as she was about to pass out, someone torethe man’s heavy weight off her.

Andrew grabbed the attcaker hovering over hertby his neck and threw him away so he could quickly catch the woman before she fell on the floor.

 She was so fragile in his arms.

“Does this woman not eat at all?” he muttered.

Olivia had developed bad eating habits after she fell into depression so she was normally smaller compared to other women her age.

Andrew wondered why a woman dressed in designer clothes looked like she was malnourished. Her eyes flicked open and met his eyes before she passed out in his arms.

Her chest was revealed.

The bastard had ripped her clothes off.   How could he even think of assaulting a woman that was this fragile?

Andrew could not help but admire how her boobs hung beautiful  on her chest. 

Guilt rushed through him, he quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around her to cover her exposed body.

If something had gone wrong with her, he would never forgive himself because he could have prevented it from happening.

He lifted her in an attempt to take her to the nearest hospital when a strong hand pulled him back.

“That chick belongs to me! Hand her over to me at right now!”

Andrew carried on, ignoring the man completely. He didn't have the luxury of time to be having a conversation with him.

“Do you think I will just let you have her to yourself?” the man yelled as he tried to catch up with him.

His words angered Andrew, he was talking about the woman as if she was some commodity he had found on the floor. 

“I got her first and you stole her from me.”

Andrew could not believe his ears. One  would have thought he had hired her as a sex worker from the way he spoke like he paid her when he attempted to r=ape her.

He  stopped in his tracks, causing the man to do the same, he closed the gap between him and the man, he headbutted him causing him to fall down.

“The Police will come pick up your perverted ass.” he spat at the man and tapped his wristwatch, “Joe, call the cops.” 

The next morning… 

Olivia opened her eyes, she was in the hospital, she turned on her side to see that she was in an ER. 

A cheap coat was wrapped around her body, and quickly peeled it off out of disgust.

She saw that she was naked beneath it, memories of the previous night flashed, she palmed her face in shame.

Just in time, the hospital’s notice announced it was 12pm already, “Liam.” She shrieked in horror and jumped out of the bed.

Before she even knew what she was doing she had boarded a cab and was on her way home.

For the first time in five years, she had missed her routine. She was supposed to take her son to school that morning but she had recklessly spent the night out.

She had never entrusted him in a nanny’s care, her mom was the only one she trusted Liam with, and she took care of him only when Olivia was not available.

The cab dropped her off at her parent's place, she pressed the passcode.

 The door opened and her aunty, Blossom was standing right behind it

“Hello Aunty….” Before she completed her statement, a deafening slap landed on her face.