Being The Billionaire s Captive

HIS LITTLE toes curled under the impact of the fall, and tears sprung to his eyes the moment his knees connected with the rocky terrace of the sea cliff. He wailed in pain as little droplets of blood stained the gray stone, and not a single soul stopped to help him.

Little Raphael's eyes watered even more as he watched camper after camper waddle passed him, no one even acknowledging his presence.

He knew he wasn't the most likable kid at camp, and he was merely forced to go by his dad. Still, he wished someone would show him a little compassion...a little attention, at least once in his life.

Giving up, he tried to wobble to his feet with his knees still burning, but he was surprised to feel little cold hands holding onto his left arm.

His eyes widened in shock and gratitude as he turned to meet the eyes of the human who acknowledged that he indeed existed. When he did, the immense beauty was more than his little nine year old mind could process. The life and light that they held completely contrasted to how he felt.

She smiled warmly at him, encouraging him to stand straight. He blinked a few times, never once breaking his gaze from her admirable brown pools. Her eyes flickered to his knee for a quick second, as her smile immediately transformed into a frown. Raphael's heart sunk at the absence of her beautiful smile. But it was short lived when he heard her voice instead.

"Are you okay? How did you fall?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet like any eight year old, but it did something to him. It took a while before he answered after recovering from the shock of hearing her speak.

"I'm-I'm okay" His voice sounded small, but she heard him clearly. She quickly perked up at his accent, realising that he wasn't a local at all.

"Where are you from?" She questioned as she bent before him, slightly pushing up his shorts so that she could get a better look at his knee.

"I'm from Puerto Rico" He replied, slightly wincing when she ran her index finger over the base of the wound.

She paused abruptly, taking him by surprise and scaring him half to death when he thought he had just scared her off. However, his doubts were soothed when she smiled at him even wider.

"Say that again" She instructed.

"What?"

"Say that again" She repeated, this time with her eyes glistening even more. For the first time in forever, Raphael felt his lips pulling up in a smile.

"Puerto Rico" He obliged, loving the way how she squealed at it. He didn't understand her excitement, but he wanted to keep it alive.

He didn't even realise when she grabbed her water bottle from her bag pack to wash the dirt from his knee, he was just too invested in her.

"I know we're not allowed to say things like this..." She subconsciously looked around her as if checking to see if anyone was around, as her voice fell into as loud whisper, "But that was kinda sexy"

They both burnt red at her statement, before they erupted into childish giggles. She knew her mama would've given her a proper scolding if she heard what she had just said, but Tami had waited so long to use the word after somewhat learning what it really meant, and this stranger's accent really described the word in her head.

"There you go" She beamed proudly as she rose from her stooping position, and his eyes flickered to his knee, where he saw that she had wrapped her large ribbon that was holding up on of her curly pigtails around the wound as a substitute bandage.

His smiled grew larger, feeling much better. He didn't believe it had to do with the wound being managed, but the wonderful feeling of being cared for.