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."
• ~•••~
• 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