Chapter 6 Nonchalant Attitude

• “I want everything about her searched upon thoroughly, do you understand me, Klaus?”
• Here in the stupidly spacious room of Doreen, he passed out the instruction without even glancing at his PA.
• Klaus was confused — visibly. Ever since he saved that random girl from a shitty hellhole for a pub, he's been so… unsettled.
• His employer has never been interested in a woman before.
• Regardless of his limitless wealth and ethereal looks, he acted oblivious to females' appeal, but the blue-eyed girl was different.
• What does she possibly possess that interests Doreen Williams so much?
• “V-very well Master Doreen.”
• He bowed and then left while his Master brought out a pack of cigarettes from his drawers.
• A stick was picked and shortly got lit then entangled in between his plump lips before his smoking began.
• “Tessa Rashford. Why's that the sole piece of information about her? Something's not right…”
• *
• One would expect their parents and sole sibling to embrace them happily when they return home after a few years of being away.
• Well, Tony truly was an expectation.
• On the wheels of the limo halted in the overly wide compound of a mansion, a dozen maids emerged from the doors within.
• Six stood at each side with heads bowed as the only male child of Mr. Roger Williams alighted from his ride.
• “Holy…shit!” Mary, standing with hand entwined with Tony, helplessly gasped at the sight of the mansion — it was so huge.
• “Come. You ain't seen shit yet."
• Excitement shone brightly in her eyes as both made their way into the mansion.
• The greetings from the servants were ignored and truthfully, Mary's ego was expanding greatly.
• Stepping into the magnificent living room, his family stood there.
• “Father, Mother greetings.” Tony walked straight to them with a smile playing on his lips.
• None flinched, not even his once affectionate Mother, as he hugged them.
• “Debby!” Tony beamed at the sight of his sister.
• It wasn't unexpected that she was a snobby 16-year-old brat, considering the crazy amount of money at her feet.
• Those eyes of hers were fixed unshakably on her phone screen, and before he'd hug her, took a step backward.
• “Father and Mother ordered me to stand here and welcome you. I'm done, so I'm going back to my room."
• She didn't even glance at her elder brother, more or less acknowledging his girlfriend Mary, then walked away.
• As she ascended the stairs, Mrs. Valentine glanced at the brown-eyed lady with a visible baby bump.
• “It's not unexpected that your girlfriend's void of manners. To think she can't even greet.” She scoffed and in the next instant walked away.
• “Mo-mother!” He stuttered watching her leave, yet she walked away and soon, her husband did the same.
• “Welcome back son.” A bit insensitively, Mr. Roger spat then left the living room, headed for the staircase too.
• Tony exhaled loudly — of course, his family hated him and only brought him back because of Mary.
• Their child was the reason he was welcomed back into the Williams family.
• “What a bunch of ass wipes!” Mary blurted offended from behind, and Tony glanced at her.
• It wasn't a surprise that she stood there, arms crossed and lips sealed.
• “It wouldn't have killed you to fucking greet.” He glared at her, yet Mary was far from being remorseful.
• “I don't give a shit. Now…” She walked closer and then smiled widely.
• “When do I start my ballet classes? I need to become famous — more than that shitty Gracious Angel”.
• “Who…?”
• ••••~•••••
• The instant she woke up, Tessa realized she wasn't at home.
• After bathing had unintentionally dozed off — the heater, joined with the immense softness of the bed and calming atmosphere, effortlessly pulled her body into slumber.
• Once she woke up, Tessa remained lying on the bed with eyes staring at the ceiling. How is her life going to play out now?
• “Dad… Mum, I'm confused.” She uttered in a mutter. Their bright, sweet faces surfaced in her mind, and she found herself smiling.
• Things were messy for Tessa, and sincerely, she didn't have an idea of what to do. Returning home now would be the biggest mistake of her life.
• She couldn't — she wouldn't return as a loser but someone brimming with accomplishment.
• The bathrobe on her had its rope untied, and her lower body was exposed.
• “Angel… huh?” She caressed that spot, then shut her eyes — her past repeating itself in her mind.
• “Fuck”
• *
• Tessa considered herself excessively lucky since she instantly spotted his chauffeur the instant she stepped out of her room.
• He was kind enough to direct her to his room, and currently at its door, inhaled hard.
• ‘I have to thank him’
• Apart from saving her foolishly drunk ass the previous day, he didn't view her as a whore after their nightstand despite her crazy ways and went as far as helping her earlier today.
• If Doreen hadn't shown up, Tessa surely would still be there, crying her eyes out.
• A light knock was placed on the door and although a response was never gotten, it parted ways solely.
• “Oh…!” Tessa summoned courage, then stepped into the dark room.
• “Uh… Mister… Doreen?”
• Sincerely, she was confused about how to address him but ended up going on with that. In the next instant, the lights came on and so did his figure.
• “Miss Tessa?” Doreen, cladded in a simple yet casual outfit, was utterly breathtaking, and coming closer to her, could tell she was nervous.
• It was challenging to detect since her posture was calm, but her eyes portrayed her genuine emotion — it always betrayed her.
• “I… I'm here to thank you.” She was about to bow when his right hand swiftly went for her face.
• A finger brushed against her chin repeatedly while lifting it, so their eyes would meet in a soft ogle.
• Doreen was right — her eyes were too similar to the Gracious Angel to be just a coincidence.
• “Thank me?” His huskily attractive voice came, and she nodded slowly.
• “Then…” Doreen leaned closer until his lips were caressing her earlobe sensually.
• Their close contact was so…. Ethereal to her, and helplessly, she blushed.
• “Thank me by becoming a ballet dancer again, Tessa Rashford.”