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When We Collide (Part 3)
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Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1 | 2

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

The busy streets of New York seemed so empty, so gloomy and definitely not comfortable walking through. In the corner you could hear the faint sound of cars driving but so far on the road not a single car was in sight.

The only source of lights was the many ones from the building above. If you looked up you were able to spot a few people in the windows despite the time being in the middle of A.M. A woman standing in front of a stove, a pair on the floor above watching TV on the couch and if you looked to the left you could tell someone was about to go to bed.

At moments like these you would be in the stage of overthinking about everything but, it seemed so empty. You could tell that you were still drunk, your head was spinning heavily and your feet were so sore to the point of forming blisters.

But you were still so determined to walk home on your own.

You had absolute no idea how long you had walked, you were almost confused if you had taken the right turn. Everything looked the same in the darkness and without any battery on your phone, you were left with your own lack of navigation.

If you looked to your right there was a small diner down by the corner, having neon lights that seemed to need new lamps with the constant on and off motion with glisters. Nobody seemed to be inside and even if you struggled with the urge of wanting to sit down just for a moment you continued walking.

Stupid, stupid high heels. Why had you decided wearing it tonight, you weren’t on the job and Luke hadn’t requested it. The more you thought about it, the more control he had over your life and it was making you angry. You had done it out of habit, something that he had created. God how you hated that.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol that you suddenly became angry and stopped to hit a trashcan but you needed it. You needed the satisfaction of letting out all the drunkenly emotions at once because right now you couldn’t feel anything else but misery.

You really shouldn’t have showed up tonight and that wasn’t proved until now because it had also started to rain. Not violently at first but one rain drop turned to five and before you knew it, it was raining so insanely you had to seek shelter by some dumpsters.

You were stupid, this thing was stupid, everything around you was stupid! All you wanted was to be in your bed with your sheets tucked up to your chin away from everything that seemed to remind you of reality. You wanted to take your heels off and kick them as far as you could but you had to face that you would be needing them on Monday.

That didn’t prevent the angry thoughts from taking over your mind so distracting that you hadn’t seen a shadow cast in front of you. In fact you stayed in your position for a while hoping for the weather to clear up when somebody suddenly cleared their throat.

It sounded as if the whole alley exploded but it was only you knocking down one of the silver dumpsters, looking over your shoulder with such wide eyes you looked like someone who was ready to let them pop out from your face.

“Shh, you’re waking the whole neighborhood!” A homeless man hissed, his mouth lacking a tooth and you carefully tried to collect the trash but realized how nasty it actually was and let go of the items in one piece.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know somebody lived here.” You said the last part as if it was a question, watching him push past you to take a seat between the dumpster you had knocked down and another, there was a small mat with broken holes he could sit on.

“Well I didn’t expect strangers would come and invade my home!” He made a motioning hand as if you were completely in his space and without hesitation you took a step back. He made a motion of a circle and he didn’t have to explain to let you know that this was what he preferred as his home.

“Well I’m very sorry.” You commented sarcastically with wide eyes, you almost couldn’t believe this. One second you were at a fancy ass party and now you were discussing personal space with a homeless sitting with two blue plastic bags with whatever food he had found from other dumpsters.

“I didn’t see your mailbox with your name on it.”

It was as if a challenged look on his face appeared by your words and he forcefully clapped onto the dumpster you had knocked down where you noticed a name had been engraved. He was still looking grumpy as hell and continuously tapped his finger on the metal.

“You see? My house, my rules now get the hell out of here!”

You couldn’t really do anything else but take a few steps back with your hands raised in surrender. He was a smart guy after all, the dumpsters made sure that wind wouldn’t affect his presumed cold body and he was sitting right below the roof from the building behind him.

You leaned down to grab a newspaper that you assumed wasn’t his wanting to use it as your form of umbrella. It was completely drowned down and filled with dirt but at least it was better than nothing. Your leather jacket wouldn’t be any help in this.

“No no!” He screeched and pointed at the newspaper furiously, “My newspaper.”

You already had seen it coming but you still dramatically rolled your eyes. He definitely wasn’t your friend and you couldn’t believe that he wasn’t being reasonable with you. He was after all already ‘home’.

“Fine, fine.” You screeched and returned it to him by hand, “I don’t need it, Henry.”

You made sure to put huge pressure onto his name that you assumed was his from his trashcan mailbox look alike, but he still wasn’t pleased. If it wasn’t for the fact that you realized you were insanely cold and freezing you would have continued to argue with him.

When you walked away from the alley you continued to glance over your shoulder just to make sure he was actually staying at his seat, seeing the biggest smirk on his face by chasing you away. This probably wasn’t the first time, you assumed he was that type of person that also ‘owned’ one of the benches at Central Park and fed the pidges with old bread from the local bakery.

The streets hadn’t become less scary but at least you had gained a bit of attitude. You wrapped your arms around your form just to protect yourself from the wind and walked towards east. Or was it north? God this made totally sense why you had been kicked out from college.

It was a spontaneous act but you knew if you continued you would end towards a place that was wrong. When you thought about it you knew no matter what way you turned it wouldn’t matter because you were already lost and that Henry guy most probably didn’t own a phone.

You turned to the left when the green light was finally up for you to walk, it was actually weird that you followed the rules considering nobody was around. That didn’t last for long.

You almost felt a shock go through your body when a car drove through the traffic light without hesitation or lack of speed, it was as if the person behind the wheel had his own personal race on the road and even if you weren’t close to being hit you still felt your heart skip a beat by the sudden surprise.

“Hey jack ass, law says 50 kilometers per hour in built-up areas!” You yelled over your shoulder not expecting that the person would react but the car hit harshly on the break and your eyes widened when they started to back towards you by the traffic light.

You cursed below your breath for being stupid and cocky, tempted between leaving and running but where to run? He hadn’t taken notice of driving through a poodle of water that literally hit you square across the face and made you even wetter than you already were.

Your jaw fell the second the car was right in front of you, the front passenger being hard to see because of the lack of lights and the sun darkened window but once he had his window rolled down you wanted to roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Well aren’t we already the biggest fanfiction couple possible?”  Luke grinned lightly, one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other leaning on the rack of the window.

“What are you doing?” You questioned in a mix of confuse and frustration.

“Driving? Or I was driving until somebody yelled at me for driving too fast. Is it cold outside?” He jokingly commented, seeing you shiver but you tried to remain the attitude and stuck your nose in the air.

“It’s pleasant tonight thank you for asking.” You said through gritted teeth.

He grinned lightly by your answer and bit down on his lip with a smile and he pressed onto a button opening the door to the passenger seat. You quivered an eyebrow by his attitude, placing one hand to your hip.

“Come on Y/N drop the attitude.” Now it was his time to roll his eyes, “You’re cold, you’re far from home I understand you’ve wanted to play hard and all but now we need to face reality. You can stay at my place for tonight, I’ll promise you will sleep in a room of your own preference.”

You still didn’t seem the slightest convinced and you shifted between your heels while looking at him.

“Haven’t you been drinking at least three bottles of white wine and champagne?” You questioned with a skeptical glare, it was most probably why he had been driving this fast without realizing the troubles and future accidents if something went wrong.

“So what it’s not like the world is spinning? What’s the worst thing that can happen, the police will show up charge me with a ticket and I’ll pay that off with $5000 extra tip? Everyone is happy and so will you once you’re back in the heat.”

He didn’t seem like someone who wanted to argue more than this, he was after all getting drops of rain in his face by sticking it out to look at you. You bit down on your lip unsure because you could feel the heat coming from the car but you still didn’t want to give in.

“But what about-,”

“Whatever it is we will fix it.”

“But I don’t-,”

“Y/N get over yourself and get in my car okay otherwise I will reduce your earnings!”

The last bit seemed to be enough to pull you over the edge and you hurried towards the other side of the car without slipping but Luke stopped you right before you could take a seat.

“Woah woah Lamborghini Veneno alarm here, wrap this Willoughby Siberian White Goose blanket around you to make sure you don’t make necessary mess or ruin the black leather seats!”

He threw a white soft blanket in your embrace that he had pulled from the back and you rolled your eyes once again but still did as he was told. You didn’t even want to ask how much it was worth but it was soft like a baby bottom so you didn’t say anything but took a seat and pulled the seatbelt over yourself.

“Now let me show you how much horsepower this bad boy has.” He excitedly said and pressed down on the speeder. You almost fell down to the back of the seat, barely seeing anything through the window because of the heavy rain.

The ride was what you could almost compare to death zone. Luke was literally driving so fast you didn’t even think to this point that it was because of the alcohol, it was only because the car actually had such power to do it. He liked being in front and he liked showing himself to everyone passing by but it was weird because there was literally nobody in sight.

It was only when you were near Newark Airport you saw a bit of civilization but it wasn’t for long because Luke was racing out of the road. You hadn’t realized how hard your heart was pounding until you were suddenly in front of a white large minimalistic house with a lot 400 times bigger than your small dorm room.

The rain had slowed down during your ride but it was still falling down from the dark night sky when you opened the door and you saw a short man running towards Luke with a large umbrella in his hand.

“You live here?” You asked almost in disbelief, feeling how the goose blanket had gotten a different color because of your wet clothes and you sincerely hoped you hadn’t ruined it because there was no way you would be able to pay it back.

“You say it as if it was a surprise.” Luke smirked and closed the door impatiently by his butler being too slow for his liking but he decided that tonight he wouldn’t scold at him for not being on time. He was, after all, a little bit later home than usual.

“Good evening Mr. Hemmings, welcome home.” The butler announced he second he was in Luke’s reach and opened the umbrella above his head. It was kind of sad considering though that Luke was at least 30 centimeters taller than his butler but he wasn’t pulling on a single grimace.

“Thank you very much Patrick, the evening has been delightful.” Luke responded back politely and looked over at your direction to see you almost want to gag and roll your eyes. This was too good to be true.

“Patrick, may I introduce you to my dearly assistant, Y/N Y/L/N.” He motioned his hand towards you in introduction and Patrick’s eyes followed his lead towards you standing next to him

“Well good evening Mr. Y/L/N.” Patrick said and politely bowed down, one of his white gloved hands being held behind his back while the other was still holding onto the umbrella.

“Would you like an umbrella as well?”

“No I’m perfectly fine.” You sarcastically said as you felt one of the raindrops go into your eye, you were surprised he hadn’t made a simple expression. It was as if he had totally forgotten about the rain or most likely just pretended it wasn’t there. You assumed that was a property you would gain by working for a guy like Luke.

“How lovely.” Patrick said as if it was actually pleasing to hear you were perfectly fine and he nodded his head towards the house in motion for you to walk.

“I’ve made sure the maid has changed your sheets for tonight as you prefer Mr. Hemmings. They have also been heated up just for the right temperature so you don’t have to go to bed in cold sheets. A glass of warm milk is also on the nightstand and if it isn’t correctly heated I will make sure to inform Rhonda down by the kitchen.”

Your eyes widened but you didn’t say a thing. Of course it wasn’t a surprise that you weren’t the only one being requested to make sure the temperatures were alright, Luke had a full on company serving him for perfection.

You walked down the long walk that seemed shorter than it actually was, passing by a few fountains that literally smelled like soap and in the corner of your eye you also noticed a few bushes cut out as figures. You really hoped none of them were cut as a shape of Luke but when you saw one of them looking pretty much like him you shivered to yourself.

Your eyes didn’t get smaller once you had been invited in through the house, it pretty much matched what you had assumed it would look like from your impression of the front yard.

The floor was marble and so shiny it was almost better than a mirror. A large chandelier was hanging above the at least four meter tall ceiling and in the middle of the large ball room was a staircase. To your left you could spot a large open door that lead to what you assumed to be a dining room and to your right you could spot from another door assumingly a living room.

Patrick was quick to take off Luke’s jacket and blazer, wrapping it over his arm and waited for him to take off his shoes. You stood a bit confused not really knowing what to do with yourself and when you looked down at the floor you could see you were drippling from the clothes.

“Patrick I know it’s late but as it is Miss. Y/L/N’s first visit would you mind giving a small tour and find her some comfortable warm clothes. Also I’d prefer if we showed her, her room for this night.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Patrick replied and gave Luke a small nod before he leaned down to grab his black lacquer shoes and hurried towards another small room to place hang outdoor wear.

You looked at Luke unsure of everything but just by the look of his face you could see he was insisting on his requests. You weren’t that tired after all and a small hour tour of something you would never actually get to live in your life seemed okay. To play rich for just one night.

“Okay so if you could follow me Ms. Y/L/N I will show you to your bedroom. It is a nicely room with personal bathroom and Egyptian cotton sheets. They are one of the nicest ones ever made in New York!”

You barely heard half the words he was saying about the room because you were too focused on looking at everything else on the way. You had walked up the stairs to the second floor and passed by a few hallways until you actually came to the room, being the one by the end of the long road. The house tour was only a part of the lead to your room but that was okay, you didn’t need to see that much to be impressed.

“Now if you’d like to tell the restaurant staff what you would like on your eggs in the morning there is a card over there for you to look at and all you have to do is pull onto this string and service will be up.” Patrick explained once you were inside the room and he hurried towards the windows to pull down the curtains.

You looked around the room taking everything in, it was almost as if the bed was bigger than your dorm room in total. You could tell Luke was looking at you with the biggest smirk possible but you were too focused on looking at everything else to glare over at him.

Now let me take this.” Patrick said and shrugged off the goose blanket from your arms, looking down at it for a short moment thinking what to do with it before he hurried towards a closet and pulled out a bathrobe and matching slippers.

“The closets here are also preheated so we can make sure our clothes are warm. There are fresh washed towels in the bathroom in case you want a shower.” He opened the bathroom just to give you a short peck and threw the blanket he was still having in his hands over his shoulder.

You were almost too stunned to say anything you barely got the chance to let out a thank you before Patrick had hurried towards the door, politely bowing down.

“I wish you both the best sleep you can get. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Patrick.” Luke replied back with one hand resting in his pants pockets, waving lightly at his butler before his eyes adverted back to you.

He looked at you as if he was expecting you to say something so instead you kept quiet. You actually had a million questions to answer but you felt like it would take all night and in fact you were actually so tired all you wanted was to get out of your clothes and go to sleep.

“Are you staying for the show or?” You questioned once you had settled with wanting to get the wet clothes off, cockily looking towards Luke and his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“Well if you’re offering.” He casually said and smiled, laughing when you rolled your eyes by his way of taking your question serious and started to push him towards the door to get him out.

“What?” He pouted almost fake and looked down at you with soft eyes, “No goodnight kiss?”

You rolled your eyes by his words and lightly smacked the door in his face, deciding that this would be the end of the conversation for tonight.

“Goodnight Luke.”

Part 4

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