Who Are You?

He mumbled and since the car was moving highly slowly, he opened the door and then stepped out.

“Master Doreen!”

The chauffeur called from within yet the classy suit-wearing handsome stud paid a deaf ear. 

He marched straight to the pub and meant a rather conflicting scene.

There he stood at the entrance and watched a drunk, drenched young lady getting touched all over by thuggish men.

“Grab the bitch. Let's head into the bathroom at the back!” 

Surely, they were intending to rape her and as much as it wasn't his business, his green eyes caught the sight of something.

“I…I beg of y'all to stop. Don't do anything bad to her! — what if this was y'all fucking sister?”

The bartender hated this, yet as much as he tried to talk the thugs from carrying on with their plans, it'd be futile.

“Stay out of this old man!” One unhesitatingly and so brutally slapped the bartender. 

The poor thing fell straight to the fall with bleeding lips.

Tessa's soul was numb — literally and figuratively. She felt no pain, and no ounce of emotion, thanks to the excess circulation of tequila in her system.

The thugs were grateful and as one heaped her on his shoulder, he was sighted.

“Who's the rich-looking son of a bitch?”

Doreen was fully noticed by them, and surprisingly, he took a step forward. But it wasn't just a step, since so unexpectedly he rushed at them with a balled fist.

“Hey-”

One's words flew straight back into his gullet as a brutal punch kissed his cheek. 

Blood escaped the other side of his crunched cheek and before any could comprehend what was happening, punches, kicks, and even slaps so aggressively and swiftly flew everywhere.

“Wh-wh-who are you, fucker!?” Highly dismayed at the abrupt yet quick downfall of his lewd comrades, the one holding unto Tessa shouted ragingly.

A gun was pulled out and again Doreen applied quickness. 

He caught the hand the thug held the gun with and forcefully, taking it to his parted mouth, shoved it in.

“Respect women in your next life.” Icily and without a shred of feeling, Doreen crushed his finger and pulled the trigger.

The bullet went straight into his head and before his body went lifeless on the floor, he quickly caught Tessa.

The bewitching lady was barely conscious and holding her like a bride in his arms, Doreen gaped at her face for a while.

“Shit.”

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Luck seemingly was by his side as a luxurious hotel room was found. His chauffeur truly was the best, he had called the police to clean up the mess his nasty has left behind.

Here he stood under the shower nude and drenched. 

The lady he saved lay in the bed and still pondering on a way to undress, bathe, and clothe her without having any unholy thoughts was downright challenging.

“Fuck!” Doreen drove his fingers into his drenched hair but snapped his shut eyes when approaching footsteps were heard.

Gazing at the door, watched shockingly as she staggered in.

“I'm so… hot.” Tessa tipsily began removing her wet clothes.

“Wa-wait…”

In only her unmentionables, she came into the shower, then threw her arms over his neck.

“Miss you shouldn't…” Unlike him who usually interrupts someone with a punch, she did such to him but with a hot kiss.

The flavor of tequila and the intoxicating sweetness of her lips got Doreen craving so much more, yet his willpower came into place.

“Will you come back to your senses?” He separated from it, but almost immediately had his lips claimed again.

His level of self-control lessened drastically once her fingers sensually caressed his ear and, literally saying ‘fuck it’ inwardly then groped her rounded backside.

“Ah!”

Tessa's bareback kissed the cold tiles of the wall and, with her feet departing from the floor, entangled it around his waist. 

Their tongues fought for dominance as the air lingering around them turned intense.

She felt utterly hot, and Doreen had so little self-resilience in him.

“Do you… want this?” Breathlessly, he stopped and then questioned while staring into her eyes.

They were droopy, but to God, it aroused him the more.

“Y-yes. Yes!”

Again, and this time more wantingly, he claimed her lips.

*------*

Waking up the next morning, sheer pain could be felt in between her legs but something else was also there.

Tessa sharply threw the sheet off her unknowingly nude body, and shockingly found him lying there.

“Wh-wh-wh-who the fuck are you?” Overwhelmingly surprised, she questioned but in a whisper.

Tessa found it difficult to move when her birthmark located at her waist was being gaped so intently at.

His mesmerizing eyes were lifted to meet hers, and she held her breath — this man was beyond handsome.

“Tell me the truth, you're Angel, yes?”