CHAPTER 4: SAVING THE VILLAIN IN DISTRESS (1)

Sophia was officially having her first ever “what in the hell is actually happening right now” moment. She simply wanted to go on with her night and end her shift as peacefully as she always does, but how can do that when a crazy man almost jumped off the balcony?! Forget everything else, she was not about to let anyone die on her watch even if the person wanted it so badly. Not ever! She had to take a moment to breathe because her mind was already going overloaded with everything that just happened.

No one can blame her for her instinct to act up as fast as it did. Now that she had a better time to process what was happening, even though the man looked like he was about to jump, there was the possibility that he was just enjoying the night that way. Yes, enjoying the night, but the man was too drunk to know better. Accidents could still happen and, by how he looked so relaxed, and as if ready to just go wherever, he could have easily been knocked down by the breeze.

Again, she was not letting anyone die tonight for whatever reason. It was better to be entangled with all of this than have a man fall off the building on her way home.

She shivered at the thought of having this man's lifeless body on the ground. She took another breath and shook her head. He is alive and no other thoughts should plague her mind. She did her part and she does not need to worry about anything else; well, except for the obvious fact that this man is her responsibility now until he regains consciousness.

The adrenaline made her strong enough to pull this man away from the balcony, but it was not enough to create a miracle for her to be able to carry this man into the room where they are right now. When she processed what needed to be done, she immediately called for the security personnel to help her carry this man to a room. 

She could get away if she walked away now. She already did everything that there is to be done by a bystander like her. He is already safe here and she doubts that he has the energy to do anything else. That sounded so nice because she rather goes home right at this moment, but she knows she cannot. She even already informed the administration about their situation, but no one came until now. On top of it, for her peace of mind, just to be sure, this man is her responsibility until he is conscious enough. It would have been better if someone was going to pick him up, but, until then, she was not planning to leave him alone.

She will never survive the thought that someone died because she let it happen and if it was really his goal, the thought of it will forever haunt her. 

Shaking her head, she convinced herself that it was enough overthinking and more working. She could just think of this as something like being overtime.

Removing her coat fully, uncuffing her white shirt, and rolling its sleeves up to her elbows, she stretched her arms before trying her best to adjust the man's position into a more comfortable one. She made sure that his head was properly on a pillow, and that his body was not twisted or anything like that.

She did not mean to touch him directly, but her instinct immediately made her touch his forehead sensing that he felt too hot. She was right, he could be running a burning fever with his current temperature.

Standing up and sighing as she looked at this man, she simply shook her head before heading to the bathroom to make him warm, wet towels. 

Soul's Secret is not only entirely a club itself. It has hotel rooms and suites exclusive to VIP clients for additional fees. The room they are in right now costs more than a thousand to stay in for a night. She surely cannot pay it herself, but this man could certainly can. He had access to the balcony, he had to be a VIP client to even know that it was accessible.

After drenching two face towels in warm water, she came back to wipe his face and arms. She debated whether to wipe his already exposed chest or not, but decided against it. This would help him feel comfortable even for a little, and it was the best she can do about his fever. He placed the other wet towel on his forehead and left it there. She stared at him for a while before sighing again. She stood up to adjust the room's temperature.

She made up her mind. She cannot obviously stay here forever, waiting on him, because she had to be at the university first thing in the morning for their thesis proposal. So, until five in the morning, she would wait for anyone to pick him up or be with him. She would call the admin again to at least send a replacement for her because there has to be someone looking after this man. She sighed for the nth time.

Finally feeling the effect of the last drops of her adrenaline, she slumped on the floor just beside the bed. It was dawning on her how tired she was of handling all this stress, and how physically demanding it was on her part. 

She kicked off her heels and hugged her knees. She should not stay here and should just use the sofa in this room, but even walking to that seemed impossible for her already melted legs.

Never in her life had she ever thought of simply ending everything in one go—she never experienced anything that would give her the urge to do what this man could have done. She understood that to some, ending it all in one go seems to be the easiest way, but now she was just thankful that she has never experienced that kind of need to resort to that way.

If this man was really planning to jump and unalive himself, she was still hoping that that was not the real case, but if he was... She took a deep breath and released it as if emptying her heart. If this man was planning to jump off the building, she just hoped that it would never cross his mind again, that everything will be better for this man to never have that kind of urge ever again.

Trying her best to pull herself up, she successfully stood up with her shaky knees. Keeping her focus not to fall gave her the chance to look at the unconscious man more properly this time.

She gasped realizing how this man looked so fine. It reminded her of that one time she saw an illustration for a male lead character in the romance novel she was reading. He looked like it. He looked like what leading men should look like. He was straight-up taken out of a fiction book.

From his angel-like facial features to his whole build. His aquiline nose to his pinkish lips. If kissable lips were true, this was how she would imagine those lips would be. His thick brows and long lashes. His broadness overall, almost everything about him looked both sophisticated and strong. He looked alluringly kind and yet intimidating for whatever reason she cannot pinpoint.

Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she immediately looked away. Staring is rude, and staring at a sleeping person counts for sure. She would not want to know that a stranger was staring at her while she was sleeping, and this man would highly think so too.

She slowly made her way to this room's sofa and let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction when her body landed on its softness. She could pass out right here, but, of course, she just realized now that she did not fix his blanket over him.

Slapping her forehead for her dumbness, she forced herself to stand up, painfully walk back to him again, and do what she has to do.

Tucking him better on the blanket, she found herself staring at him again. This time, not because she was admiring how he looked like, but because there was this sudden flood of familiarity dawning on her.

She gasped, audibly loud this time that she needed to cover her mouth.

This man was supposed to be her friend Jelly's client! He is one of the Ortega siblings, one of their VIPs on top of the list. He is none other than Navier Ortega.

He suddenly groaned and that shot her back up to sense to see if he was in any way pain or discomfort, but he did not open his eyes nor say anything. Now that she knew who this man is, she can easily—

Right before she could move away from him, he grabbed her arm and groaned again.

“D-Don’t leave… A-Angela…”