Crush the Mountain God

Crush the Mountain God

Author: Milly West

Intro:

A movie star falls into the water—and photos of her struggle flood social media.

No way—I refused to be saved by anyone! But then, from the water appeared a godlike, towering figure. He saved not just my privacy and reputation, but also my heart.

This “god” led me into an ancient courtyard. With my phone dead, I fell deeply under his spell and boldly made my move.

But reality is always cruel…

Chapter 1: The Fall

My name is Kelly Spatz. I’m a 22-year-old rising movie star, and today, I was cruising around Lake Tahoe on a custom-made Italian “Bianchi” bike, earbuds in, music pulsing through me. The last traces of sunset painted the horizon—it was breathtaking.

The sky darkened quickly. I still had ten miles to go before reaching my hotel in South Lake Tahoe. That would bring today’s total to forty miles—something I couldn’t wait to brag about to my manager Evelyn, who constantly worried I’d slack off in the mountains.

The moon shimmered over the lake, casting a silver glow like something out of a fairytale. Then, a blinding beam of headlights cut through the night. A supercar’s roar filled the air, followed by a girl’s scream. White light swallowed my vision. I flinched, raised my arm instinctively.

Then—suddenly—a sharp turn.

"Ahh—!" I screamed as the bike veered out of control, crashed over the rocky roadside, and launched me straight into the freezing depths of Lake Tahoe.

Ice-cold water rushed into my mouth and nose, burning. Panic surged. “Is this how I die? Tomorrow’s headline: ‘Starlet Kelly Spatz Drowns in Lake Tahoe—America’s Sweetheart Found Wrapped in a White Sheet.’” A grim image flashed in my mind.

But then—I stood up. I was just two meters from shore.

Pain jolted through my foot—probably smashed against a rock during the fall. Before I could react, the engine roared again. Blinding lights swept across the water, catching the reflective stripes on my cycling jersey like fire.

I ducked down instantly. No one could see me like this—drenched, disheveled. If a photo leaked, tomorrow’s top search would be: “Kelly Spatz Rescued After Falling into Lake—Soaked and Makeup-Free.” That would be a career-killer.

Without hesitation, I stripped off my jersey, left in just a cropped sports bra. The wind was merciless. Goosebumps popped up all over. Then—water splashed behind me.

A snake?

I turned in panic—and froze.

There, beneath the moonlight, a figure emerged from the forested shoreline. Tall, strong, and moving with quiet power. His shoulders shifted with each step, muscular arms exposed beneath rolled-up sleeves. Black fishing waders clung to his waist. He looked like a sculpture come to life—Venus, reborn from a lake.

No. Not Venus.

More like Poseidon, God of the Sea—only instead of a trident, he carried a fishing rod.

Chapter 2: Poseidon on the Shore

He stopped in front of me, eyes sharp in the moonlight. His deep voice rumbled, “Biked straight into the lake, huh? Shore’s over there—walk yourself out.”
He gestured casually toward land. His chiseled features cast long shadows under the silver glow, making him look even more godlike.

In that moment, I almost believed in divine intervention. My fear of the sports car vanished.
But wait… shouldn’t a god lend a hand?

He climbed out of the water, set down his fishing rod, reached into his jacket pocket.
Panic surged in me—oh no!

I scrambled out of the lake, lunged at his arm, hanging off his bicep like a wet cat. He flinched, eyes wide—good lord, even his shocked face was gorgeous. My wet hair clung to my forehead, water dripped off both of us, and all I had on was a sports bra. I probably looked like a half-drowned ghost.

“No photos! Absolutely no photos! I’ll sue if you try!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he frowned, yanking free. From his pocket, he pulled—not a phone—but car keys.

Embarrassment hit me like a wave. I took a shaky step back, forcing a nervous laugh.
The night wind bit into my damp skin. Suddenly, warmth wrapped around me—his jacket.
“Wear it,” he grumbled.

The smell hit me—faintly earthy, slightly sweaty, mixed with lake water. My heart swelled with unexpected gratitude. My body relaxed for the first time.

Without a word, he strode back into the water, lifted out my poor, soggy bike.
“My phone! It’s in the bike pouch!” I cried.
Predictably, it was dead. Black screen, no reaction.

Damn it, iPhone 15, weren’t you supposed to be military-grade waterproof?

“Don’t try to turn it on yet. Dry it first. Where are you staying?”
“Lake View Hotel.”
“That’s far,” he said, hesitating. “I’ll drive you.”

“No way! I can’t go back like this—I have to clean up first. No one can see me like this.”
His face darkened slightly. “Not many places out here. No Airbnb nearby.”

“I don’t care! I just need somewhere, anywhere, away from people.”

I flashed him my best damsel-in-distress eyes.
Strangely, just standing near him made me feel safe, like I could trust him completely. And besides… have you seen this man’s face?

“You’re famous?” he asked, tilting his head, studying me.
“Kind of. You recognize me?”
He shook his head. “Plenty of YouTubers shoot videos around the lake. You one of them?”

I rolled my eyes. Please! Do I look like an influencer? I’m Kelly Spatz, America’s sweetheart, one-in-a-million natural beauty—not some social media girl.

But… maybe it was for the best if he didn’t know.

“Hop in.” He tossed my bike into the back of his pickup.
“Hey, careful! That’s expensive!”
He snorted.

Chapter 3: Mountain God

Sitting in the passenger seat, I couldn’t take my eyes off his profile.
“What?” he asked, eyes on the road.
“Just… looking at a handsome guy.”

He gave a soft grunt, like he was used to this kind of flirting.

“What’s your name?”
“Richard Taylor. Call me Ricky.”
“What do you do?”
He hesitated.

“No worries if you don’t want to say. Secret agent, maybe?”
He chuckled. “It’s complicated. Mostly, I’m a mountain guide.”

Ah, not Poseidon after all—a mountain god!

“So, you must have lots of women signing up for your climbs, right?”
“Not really. I guide climbs over 6,000 meters. Mostly hardcore mountaineers. Women just looking at my face usually don’t have the skills. Someone like you—”
He gave me a sidelong glance, voice tinged with amusement. “Skinny like a baby chick, no body fat. I wouldn’t even consider you.”

“What the hell! This body—” I almost blurted out “has men drooling over it,” but quickly switched. “Do you know how many women dream of a figure like mine?”

“Pretty? I don’t think so. My niece watches influencers like you and starves herself over it.”

“Again, I’m not an influencer!”

Fuming, I tossed my hair. Had no man ever insulted my looks like this before? Growing up, I’d been showered with compliments, and in showbiz, I was used to nonstop praise and flashing cameras. Yet this man, in just thirty minutes, had completely rattled my world.

Chapter 4: Into His World

We stopped at a simple old three-story American-style house.
“Sorry,” Ricky said with a hint of guilt, “I was just teasing earlier.”

I shot him a teary glare but silently followed him inside.

The little yard was filled with flowers and the scent of blooms. A huge oak tree stood near a wooden porch hung with large animal skulls.

Inside the cozy living room, he grabbed a small first-aid kit.
“Sit! Don’t move! That knee needs cleaning or you’ll scar.”

His commanding tone made my heart soften a little. Watching his long lashes as he concentrated, my mind drifted again.

“This might sting. Hold still.”
“Ow, ow!” My leg twitched, but he held it firmly.
“Now you feel the pain? Weren’t you all wild on the road earlier?”
“That’s because you pissed me off!” I pouted. “I’m fit, okay? Low body fat doesn’t mean unhealthy! I work out every day.”

“With gear that fancy, even a schoolkid could bike around the lake.”
“You’re impossible! Ow, ow…” I winced again. Suddenly, I felt a cool puff of air on my skin—he was gently blowing on my knee.
Was he trying to soothe the pain, or was this just pure heart-melting charm?

“Anywhere else?” he asked.
“My elbow, toe, um… face, too! Does it look bad? Am I ruined?” I gave him my best puppy eyes, on the verge of tears.

“Just a scratch. I promise—no trace tomorrow.” His deep voice softened, just a touch.

He carefully dabbed iodine on my face. I watched his lashes flutter slightly. When he put away the kit, he said, “You’ll still be a stunner tomorrow.”

Gotcha, mountain god. You admit it now, huh?

I glanced around the quaint little house. Alone, just the two of us. A cozy night… Oh, Ricky, you’ve got no idea what you’re in for.

Chapter 5: Unexpected Company

“Follow me,” he said, leading me upstairs to a bedroom.
“This was Uncle Colin’s old place. This used to be his daughter’s room. They are Washoe people。There are some clean clothes in the closet—feel free to change. There’s a bathroom next door, solar-heated water.”

“Do you have a hairdryer?” I asked, holding up my dead phone.
He thought for a second. “I don’t think so. Hand me the phone—I’ll start a fire outside and try drying it.”

He turned to leave, shutting the door behind him.

Twenty minutes later, I emerged wearing a slightly too-large sporty outfit. Uncle Colin’s daughter must’ve been… a bit bigger than me.

Ricky came out from the kitchen, holding two steaming plates.
My nose twitched. “Bacon! Fried potatoes!”

Only now did I realize how ravenous I was.

“You’ve got a sharp nose,” he smirked, setting the food on the table by the firepit.

I devoured the food like a starved wolf.

“I’m heading out for a bit,” he said, finishing his own plate of spaghetti.

Half an hour later, he returned with a big grocery bag and placed it on the bedroom desk.
“Small local store, all cheap stuff,” he said, pulling out face wash, moisturizer, sunscreen.
“Here’s some disposable underwear for tonight, and cotton panties—you can wash those, they’ll dry by tomorrow.”

“Do mountain guides usually shop for women’s underwear?” I teased.

He snorted, giving me a long look. “You’re surprisingly unafraid. What if I were a bad guy?”

I giggled to myself. Funny how the more he warned me, the safer I felt. Besides, if anyone was going to be a predator here, it’d probably be me.

“Oh, and I didn’t find a bra,” he added, eyes skimming over me, “but honestly… with your chest, you probably don’t need one.”

I choked on my own breath.
“Do you even understand women?! I’m a C-cup!” I huffed. No way was I letting this oversized sweatshirt hide my curves.

Wait a minute…
Did he just flirt with me?

And those panties on the table…
He’s falling for me, isn’t he?

Heart pounding, I slid closer, smiling seductively, eyes half-lidded.
“Want to test if it’s really ‘small’ or not?”

His face was just inches away. For a second, his eyes locked onto mine, full of surprise, confusion, maybe even curiosity. But then—bam—he pushed me back against the closet, his voice low and firm.

“Why are you acting like you’ve wanted me from the start? You came out here looking for a fling? You’ve got the wrong guy.”

Excuse me?! One minute I’m an influencer, the next I’m a lonely city girl desperate for love? Just how many versions of me are running through your head, Ricky?

“Find someone who truly matches your heart. Don’t waste your youth,” he murmured.

“And what if I think you’re that person?” I whispered.

We stood there, the air heavy between us.

“I’ll take you back tomorrow,” he said, turning away.

Hmph. Small-minded man!

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