Chapter 5 Burning Apartment

It was wide, yes but since she rolled so swiftly in it, ended up falling over and landing hard on the floor.

"Ouch!" Her pained whimper was heard, yet she was thankful - she could no longer behold that handsome stranger's expressionless face.

Fortunately, the duvet's width and length cladded her naked self while she lay there.

"Are you okay?" The coldness of his voice was... surreal yet so sultry. Why would a man sound so enticing?

"I.... I..."

A sudden knock on the door interrupted their conversation and as Doreen arose from the bed to answer it, glanced at Tessa and, finding her fully covered, went for the door.

"Master Doreen, good morning." His chauffeur, and one that could be considered his assistant, did a light bow.

Tessa, although couldn't see anyone, waited for Doreen to leave and, as if the Lord heard her prayers, he did.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK...!" Panickingly, she repeated as she stood, then rushed into the bathroom with the duvet wrapped around her.

In the bathroom, Tessa locked the door and then tried to calm her trembling self as recollections of yesterday flooded her mind.

First Tony betrayed her with that bitch, then she got drunk and even though it was quite blurry, her mind recalled almost being... raped by some thugs.

"He...he saved me ... Then ...then I... I had sex with him!" Tessa's lips quivered like one with the severe flu, and slowly her legs became useless.

She sat on the bathroom tiles and then drove her fingers into her ruffled hair.

"I'm... I'm screwed."

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Practically, she ran the fuck out of the hotel.

Once in the bathroom, she took a quick bath due to the stickiness in between her thighs and somehow found some painkillers next to the bed.

No one needed to tell her that the clothes also laid neatly on the bed were brought by him and despite his consideration it was, Tessa failed to thank him.

Perhaps she ran away because of the overflowing embarrassment in her soul - she acted like a certified horny slut the previous night. Or possibly, it was something else.

Either way, Tessa doesn't want to set her eyes on the demigod stranger again. Disregarding the pain throbbing in between her legs, she walked back home.

She did spot a bundle of cash next to her clothes yet taking it would make her feel like a...slut. One that got paid after having a nightstand.

Tony thrived in hurting her self-esteem by toying with her heart - she'd be damned to hurt it any further with her hands.

"Dear God, I pray I never see him again." The drizzling shower persisted, and exhaling loudly, Tessa inhaled the venomous smell of something burning.

"...fire?" from where she stood she could see flames erupting from a particular building and her heart began its fearful fast pace once more, the realization hit her like a trunk.

"That's...my house!"

Speedily, she dashed towards the direction of the burning building, and truly it was her apartment.

"N-no! No!" Tessa, with teary eyes, fell to her knees watching the building burn furiously.

"H-how? Wh-why? Tony... you did this!" Again the drizzle heightened its rate, yet the uncountable droplets couldn't put out the flames - it burned so hellishly.

Everything she had was gone - Tessa was stranded.

Her eyes released multiple balls of tears while her body acted oblivious to the rain showering on her.

"This... This isn't fair! This... Isn't...!" her words failed her and kneeling cried bitterly.

Her life was over. Her lover was gone, her home, money... she's lost it all.

However, Tessa felt a present hovering around her.

The rain droplets slamming on her back came to an abrupt halt, and shakily lifting her eyes to glance upwards...beheld him.

"Y-you!" Tessa's glassy blue eyes gaped shockingly at him, yet his countenance remained unchanged.

"Are you okay, Angel?" Doreen asked with his umbrella shielding her from the rain.

******

As the soft jazz song that erupted from the radio of the Ferrari drove through the tarred road and into the busy streets, she sat there quietly.

Wrapped around her drenched body was a thick duvet, one which had a heavenly scent lingering in it.

Tessa didn't want to be here.

The classiness of the car she sat in wasn't something new to her - strange, yes, but riches never fazed her.

Yet, the aura of the man seated beside her was something entirely new to the dark-haired beauty.

Everything about this dead-drop gorgeous Demi god reeked of coolness - the intimidating type. His expressions were all so... blank.

She wasn't the biggest reader of any emotions, but Tessa was definite his soul was void of any.

If not, then it wouldn't kill him to show an ounce of one, right?

"Where...are you taking me to?" Tessa's question came out as a trembling whisper.

She was cold - the warm atmosphere of the Ferrari and the thick duvet did lessen the coldness she felt - if these weren't present, then she'd be shivering like a cat in winter.

"My penthouse." Simply and without glancing at her responded in that icy tone of his.

His green eyes were fixed on the screen of his latest iPhone - Doreen was watching another clip of the Gracious Angel.

It was safe to say that he was addicted to watching her move; everything about her was... bewitching.

Tessa also noticed it, then glued down emptiness and when he tried staring at her, she averted her gaze quickly.

His blank gaze persisted, and her heart began thudding anxiously.

"I... Don't appreciate you staring at me." Again, Tessa whispered, yet Doreen kept ogling at her.

Fortunately, for her, the discomfort rather than fear she felt came to a stop as the car did too.

"Master Doreen, we're here." The tinted glass windows of the car rolled down and once she beheld the glorious penthouse, her jaw dangled a bit in amusement.

Sharply, she glanced at the stunning man, then back at the house.

His identity wasn't fully known yet, but none needed to tell Tessa that he was fucking rich