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Tessa's POV

The noise seems to be coming from the living room. I stretch, yawn, and get up from the bed, looking sideways at Damien's sleepy figure. I hear footsteps and I wonder if there is an intruder in here. I look at Damien once again, thinking if waking him up is a good idea.

This is an opportunity to kill him now but I won't. The sex was great as usual. I grin and get up. I pick up my pants and wear them before picking up my torn cloth.

I am glad I am here with another cloth. I wear my bra and open the door slowly to go out. I tiptoe to the living room where the noise is coming from. I am almost there when I hear a gunshot, I gasp and stand still, perspiring heavily in fear.

I hear a loud thud and footsteps. My curiosity to know what is happening is gone, I just want to get out of here. I can't go out in my half-torn dress, I need to go through the front door so I can pick up my disguise gown. After taking a deep breath and telling myself that I am courageous, I move further.