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Kybella Vonshire (Bella)

“Help! Help!” Bella screamed.

The lobby was full of people, but no one heard Bella.

She slowly limped into the hotel lobby from her hotel room she shared with her boyfriend, with blood gushing from her face.

The pain was too much to handle, and she fell to the ground from light-headedness.

Everyone in the busy hotel lobby overlooked her in pain but Adonis.

Adonis, the NBA shooting guard of the Dallas Mavericks, standing six feet, six inches, with a solid, muscular build.

He wore a neatly trimmed beard and his hair in a clean fade.

He had a quiet confidence about himself, and he looked like a leader.

Seeing she was distressed, he quickly ran to help her.

He introduced himself, “Hi there, my name is Adonis. Ma’am, are you okay? Please tell me what happened?” He leaned in and asked me, anticipating my response.

“Please, help me.” Bella replied without looking at the man helping her.

“I’ll call 9-1-1 for you.” Adonis began to take his phone out of his pocket to call for help.

My stomach lurched.

“No, don’t call the police. He’ll kill me.” Bella whispered in Adonis’s ear as he held her up, her body trembling.

No response.

He reached out and gently removed my black sunglasses, looking in my disoriented eyes.

Her eyes were discolored and beaten so badly that she could barely see out of one of them.

“Please, just get me out of the lobby, sir.” Although Bella couldn’t completely see who was helping her, she loved the way he smelled.

Bella smelled the scent of Dior Sauvage on him.

From her experience, any man that wore Dior was fine.

He approached her in the most calm and sincere way.

She had to trust him to help her escape because there was no other choice.

As he picked her up, she wanted to cry in his arms.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and the room seemed to spin, leaving her grasping for stability.

She threw her arms around him.

It was something about his spirit that calmed her tingling nerves.

“Before I leave with a stranger, can you at least give me your name?”

“My name is Adonis Ferguson. Most people call me Game. I’m the star guard of the Dallas Mavericks.”

My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was really him, my favorite NBA player, holding me.

“Hi, Adonis, I’m a big fan of yours! If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind helping me get away? I’m sure that if my eyes weren’t swollen and beaten, I would’ve recognized you.”