Missing the redhead.

"Where the hell were you?!" Sophie screamed as soon as Anna stepped into her home.

Anna winced at the loudness, clutching her head in pain. Her headache had intensified, and she felt quite miserable.

"Why the hell are you screaming?" Anna asked calmly, rubbing her forehead. She shrugged off her shoes, pushed them to the side, and fell on a couch in the living room.

"I couldn't find you! I looked everywhere ..." As Sophie ranted on, Anna peeked at her sister through her lashes. If Sophie had truly searched for her, there should have been missed calls on her phone. She had gotten nothing. Hell, she was certain Sophie had forgotten all about her until she had stepped into the house.

"Anna, where were you?" A louder much more mature voice spoke up, and Anna sat up to see her mother approach.

"I was out." She replied simply, raising her shoulders in a shrug.

"Out, blowing money on drinks!" Sophie snarled.

Anna furrowed her brows in wonder. What the hell was Sophie's problem? She was the one who had suggested going clubbing in the first place! Hell, Anna couldn't count how many times her sister had stayed out at night doing God knows what and no one ever complained. Why the hell was everyone making a fuss over her?

"You should have stayed to prepare. Your flight to the UK has been booked. Your father made sure of it." Her mother explained, a shuttered look in her eyes. Their father, Benjamin Clandestine, descended the stairs with a grim look on his face. Anna felt her stomach roll at the disappointment in his eyes.

"How can we trust you to go across a freaking continent when you can't handle a night on your own? You're so irresponsible!" Sophie ranted on. She was furious at the fact that the night before when she had tried to sell Anna off to the mafia goons, Anna had disappeared. Her face morphed into a sneer as she looked down on Anna. Oh, she hated her. She hated her so much!

"Me? Irresponsible?" Anna scoffed, rising to her feet. "Enough of this bull shit! Every single one of us knows that between the two of us, I am the darned responsible one! You are the first child of the family, yet what have you done? Absolutely fucking nothing! You barely graduated high school. You're too fucking unserious for college! I had to be the good daughter because you never were!"

"Anna, don't talk to Sophie that way!" Her mother yelled.

"Tell her not to talk to me that way either! She's nothing but a gambler who looks for every opportunity to get money! Hell, I'm sure that's the only reason we've been seeing her around. It's money you want, isn't it?"

Sophie gritted her teeth in anger. Rushing towards Anna, she raised her hands to slap her, but the latter grabbed her hand before she could land it and twisted it behind her.

"Tell them!" Anna yelled. "Tell them or I'll go right to your room and bring out all your lotto papers!"

"Yes, I gamble!" Sophie cried, pain drifting up her arms.

"Sophie!" Benjamin gasped, holding a hand to his chest. Anna felt her heart squeeze in guilt. She hadn't meant to hurt their father.

"You won't get a dime! You want Dad to pay all your gambling debt. It won't happen. You and I both know if there's anyone who sees through your shit, it's me and Dad."

Shoving Sophie away from her, she glared at her mother and stormed off to her room. It was a good thing she was leaving. Anywhere away from the hellhole she lived in was better.

An image of a certain gorgeous man with the most startling green eyes she had ever seen flashed through her mind, and a shy smile played on her lips.

She couldn't believe that she had given in to her drunken state and got pleasure from a stranger. The mere thought of it nearly sent her into a frenzy.

But then again, she had a good time with the man - if she was to admit to herself.

Sighing deeply, she sighed and stretched her hands tiredly. She had a long flight ahead of her. Thinking about a certain green-eyed stripper would not help her pack up.

****

"We've found her, sir."

William threw on a shirt, a shitty grin on his face.

Finally! They've found the woman who tormented him ever since he woke up on the bed and found the bill she left for him by his side.

"Send me her location." He ordered, walking out of his room.

His eyes again fell on the wad of cash she had left on the bedside table. Fucking hilarious. She really did think he was a stripper. That was good, right? He mused.

He wasn't sure if he should be offended by the money or not. But yes, when he first saw the money she dropped, he was very offended.

How could she ridicule him by paying him for the sex?

That was exactly why he was looking for her. It was not because he cared about her and wanted to see her again, or even learn her name.

But then again, she must have enjoyed the night if she dropped a hundred dollars.

He did too.

Memories of the vixen riding him like a fucking harridan, her red hair flying in all directions as she screamed her pleasure came. He had never fucked a woman who was so expressive with her moans, a woman who didn't hide how she felt. Damn, there had been nothing fake about her reactions the night before. No one could fake that intensity.

He wanted to hear them again. Her gasps, her squeals, each moan that spilled. He wanted to bury his face in her hair, in her neck, in her endlessly pale beautiful skin.

A few minutes later, he was in his car, driving at a rather high speed.

He was in a haste to see her because she was the first woman who ever had anything with him and still got the courage to walk away.

No one had ever walked away from him after such a night.

Plus, he was curious to learn her name.

An… She had almost told the night before. But he hadn't expected much from their night together and had wanted to keep things as just a one-night stand.

Now he wished he had allowed her to tell him her name. He wanted to hear her say it herself and had told the private detective not to give him her name.

Antonia? Annabelle? Or just Ann? None of those names suited her. Hazel. Hazel would suit her more with those eyes of hers.

He swerved into the suburbs, eyeing the house numbers as he drove by. He had almost driven to the end of the street when he caught a flash of red hair. His hands jerked and quickly, he swerved around so he could see her. However, he hadn't seen the oncoming car. His car crashed into it and when he looked again, his redhead was gone.