Chapter 3 To Get Away

• Caramel raised an eyebrow when she locked eyes with Thiago while walking past the counter. She raised her eyebrow and quickened her pace. His gaze was still intimidating.
• It wasn't the first time she had seen him. He was an investor in the hospital where she worked, and she had seen him talking to the director multiple times.
• Rose and the others were unaware of this. How would they know she didn't discuss things related to him? It wasn't that she was scared of him because, to be honest, her father was scarier than him. She pushed the door and found two women gossiping about Thiago once again.
• "If only I had the chance. I would link arms with him and flaunt my sexy body," one of the women said, causing Caramel to raise her eyebrow and enter an empty cubicle.
• "But we can't. He might be alone tonight, but who knows if he has bodyguards patrolling the entire bar? You have no idea how ruthless that man can be."
• The two continued chatting until she exited the cubicle. She walked over to the sink to wash her hands.
• Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed them fall silent, finally acknowledging her presence. Then, she overheard them whispering about her weight and how it was a disgrace for her to be in such an upscale bar. She smirked and dried her hands.
• Turning to face them, she made them take a step back. "Do you have a problem with me?" She noticed a flicker of fear in their eyes, quickly replaced by defiance.
• The slender woman in the blue dress stepped forward. "Aren't you embarrassed to wear a dress with that body?"
• She bit her lip and held their gaze.
• "Are there rules stating that a woman with my body type can't wear a dress?"
• The other girl on her side scoffed and was about to raise her hand when she warned them.
• "Slap me, and you'll see how a wrestler breaks your arm." For the first time, a corny joke came out of her mouth.
• Seizing the moment when the two were dumbfounded, she left.
• She can surely be a wrestler if they start a fight with her.
• As she walked the hallway from the bathroom, someone bumped into her, making her push back a little. She frowned. It's darker here, and she can't clearly see the man's face. Yes, it was a man, based on his shape and his suit.
• She frowned. "Watch your steps, Mister," she said. Based on his posture, he seems drunk. She was about to turn near the stairs when a force grabbed her.
• Her chest started to feel heavier in fear. "W-What are you doing—" she didn't finish her words when she felt a softie thing pressed into her lips, completely shutting her up.
• 'Why? What's going on? Why can't I move my body? Who's this one?'
• 'My first kiss!'
• She was a doctor, but why can't she defend herself with this kind of drug? Her body became numb, and suddenly, she found herself in a bed.
• 'What the hell?!'
• She tried to move and wished that this could only be a dream.
• 'But why am I responding? Why do I respond and get lost in this man's touch?'
• What and Why's are running inside her mind, but she can't let herself escape. She was imprisoned by a force.
• Her consciousness is alive, but why her body won't react?
• 'What's wrong with me? Why do I like his touch?'
• Then suddenly, she heard his voice, making her heart beat so loud. "You're beautiful."
• She gasped and tried to utter a word, but his soft lips enveloped hers again. And it was at that moment that she lost.
• CARAMEL gasped for air; it seemed like she was drowned in the vast ocean. She roamed her eyes around, uttering the words, "Where am I?"
• She got up, and her heart filled in shock when she was not alone. There's someone sleeping beside her?
• She tried to move but groaned in pain, leaving a cussed, "What the hell?"
• She lifted the blanket that covered her, and even if it was dim, she knew she was naked.
• She was about to scream when she heard a creek sound coming from the door. She frowned, and even if the thing in between her legs hurt, she tried to move and hide on the side of the wooden cabinet. When she looked down, she cursed inside her head. 'I am f*cking naked!'
• She waited for someone to open the door and wondered who would that be. Then her gaze landed on the bed, where a man softly slept.
• 'D*mn, did I just let a stranger f*ck me?'
• 'Admit it, you liked it,' said the other corner of her mind.
• She shook her head, and in a second, she heard footsteps.
• 'Damn, what's happening? Am I not in a fantasy earlier, and now, it seems like I was in a horror movie?'
• The footsteps became clearer and clearer in her ears; she gasped but managed to cover her mouth when she saw a shadow. Then her heart began to pound fast, and got a hunch that something bad might happen.
• Who's that someone on the bed, and whose shadow is that?
• She covered her mouth with her hands tightly as she witnessed how the man strangled the stranger on the bed.
• Her eyes widened, and fear filled her heart. Her body began to tremble. She didn't know what to do, but her legs started to disobey her. She stood up, walked towards the man who was strangling the other one, and grabbed the vase on the side. She closed her eyes, and her hands seemed to move by themselves and hit that murderer's head.
• And it was at that moment that tears filled her eyes as she sobbed silently, her hands let go of the vase, making a loud thud on the carpeted floor. Her hands were shaking, and she thought that was the worst nightmare she had, but when she saw the man who was in bed next to her earlier, she lost the light of her world.
• "T-Thiago…"
• The man's eyes were wide open as he stared at her. The light from the lampshade clearly shines on him. She can't be mistaken. It was Thiago Scott!
• She moved backward when he got up and coughed. He touched his neck and looked at the man who fell to the floor.
• Her eyes suddenly stayed alert, and saw her dress on the floor. She grabbed it and walked toward the bathroom.
• Trembling, she managed to get changed and didn't mind where her underwear was. She just needs to leave the room and stay away from Thiago.
• She inhaled and exhaled to calm herself as she exited the bathroom. When her eyes landed on the room, he was gone. They're gone.
• She strode near the bed, and on the floor, she saw her white underwear. Before she could recall everything that had happened, she wore it and left.
• "What the hell, Cara? Where have you been?"
• As she thought her friends left her, she was wrong. They were still on the couch, and she saw how their eyes started to drop. "Y-You two are drunk—"
• "Where have you been?" Rose asked.
• "I… I overslept—"
• "What?" It was Vince.
• "I'm sorry. I rented a VIP room and napped upstairs," Caramel lied. But she saw how Rose was unconvinced.
• She was wondering why didn't they take the chance to find her. And think of a stupid thought that Thiago might manipulate the situation. But why?
• Damn. Yeah, great. She knows that he's drunk, but it's still impossible. She gritted her teeth as she clenched her fist when Rose laughed.
• "A nap in an hour? At the VIP room upstairs? The Caramel we knew doesn't know—"
• "I need to go," she cut off and left.
• They kept on calling her, but she didn't turn around and stop. All she wanted was to get away from there.