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.”