Masked curse: Forbidden Love

 Alvin Miller woke up to the sounds of a snoring person. He jumped out of the bed and saw the naked woman lying on it. Her hands were pressed over the pillow and her left breast were exposed; she'll have to be a real slut to sleep that way.

  Tying a towel over his naked manhood, Alvin walked to the bathroom with a hazy recollection of what happened the night before. He had picked her up from a dark night club and brought her to his house to fuck her shitless.

 He got into the bathroom and flung the towel from his body with self-distaste; only God knows if the woman on the bed had some sort of STD he didn't know about. 

 His head jerked back as he let the warm shower water pour on his body. He wanted this moment to last forever but knew it wouldn't; he would be going back to his usual boring life in a few hours.

  Alvin turned off the shower and tied the towel before he got out of the bathroom. There wasn't time to brush; he didn't want that woman to wake up and see his face. Thank God this wasn't his permanent resident.

 He walked into the room with his false hopes but stood frozen when he saw the woman standing and facing towards him. Her whole body was shaking like a person having an epilepsy seizure, her face was as pale as death and before Alvin could run over and catch her, she had collapsed to the floor.

 “Oh shit!“

 He rushed over to her and saw that her nose was bleeding. She was still naked, and Alvin scratched his wet hair in nervousness as he thought of what to do.

 Alvin suddenly walked to the wardrobe in the room and threw on a tight jeans and T-shirt before running back to the woman on the ground. He covered her with the bed's blanket and carried her out of the bedroom.

 “Mr Parker!“ He screamed, calling the butler of the house.

 Mr Parker soon came running with two of the house maids and Alvin cursed him under his breath. The maids weren't supposed to see his face; he was supposed to be wearing a mask if they were to ever see him.

 The two maids turned around and ran back to the hall-way when they saw that their master wasn't putting on his mask.

 “Good morning, master. What happened to-”

 “Call a doctor!“ Alvin interrupted, dropping her on one of the big chairs in the sitting room.

 Soon, the doctor came and ran a test on the woman. His face was pale and irritated as he asked, “What happened to her?“

 Alvin explained everything with nervousness and the doctor shook his head in pity.

 "I'm sorry, Mr Miller,” the doctor said after checking the woman's body with his first aid equipment. “But we've agreed countless times that you can't go out without wearing a mask. Your father even threatened to make me forever lose my significance as a doctor if you ever repeat—”

 “Just shut up, doctor!“ Alvin yelled. “A word of this will never reach my father… unless you decide to tell him yourself, though.“

 “But—”

“My butler wouldn't say a thing.“

 “What about the maids? They'd jump at any opportunity to say this to your father so he'll give them a tip.“

 “You underestimate my staff, Doctor Steven, you really do."

 “I'm sorry. But what are you going to do when she wakes up?“ Doctor Steven asked.

 “Just write her a cheque of ten thousand dollars and throw her back on the streets where she belongs.“

 “But you said you picked her from a cl—”

 “Do as I say!“ Alvin sneered before he walked out of the room with the quiet butler tagging after him.

 ****

 Nora Waxson grunted as she walked with her high heels, her legs were pained and she cursed herself for having to wear heels anytime she went to the club where she worked as a bartender.

 It was 3 in the morning, still very early for a lady to be trekking home in the crazy streets of Los Angeles, but she didn't care. Her house was a fifteen minutes walk away from the club and she wasn't the type of girl that'll hail a taxi for such a short distance.

 She clutched her bag to herself as she looked at her surroundings. This wasn't the first time she's returning from work this late, and it didn't help that the girl replacing her shift came to work anytime she likes.

 Nora suddenly stopped. Her green eyes looked below her and she stepped out of the heels in anger. She continued her walk barefooted but stopped when she heard a male voice say, “I didn't know bitches still roam around in the early mornings in Los Angeles.“

  His accent sounded local, and Nora didn't need to hear the voice again to know that he was an indigene of LA. 

 “What do you want?“ She demanded and turned over.

 Nora's eyes were quick to catch the fact that they were three in number; and they looked strong enough to tear her apart if they wished to.

 “Your pussy,” another one replied. He seemed to be the youngest.

 Nora's face spread in a devilish grin when she heard him. She let her shoes drop to the ground and said, “Then why are you waiting? Come fuck me already.“

 The three guys all looked at each other like they weren't sure they heard her correctly; then the one who spoke first lunged towards her with open hands.

 Nora suddenly picked one of the heels from the ground and hit the guy's eye.

 “You bitch!“ He said while covering his eyes with his left hand and moved his right to hit Nora. 

 Nora dodged the attack like a pro and used her elbow to smother his jaw in a swift way. The guy staggered a few feets back and dropped down to the ground immediately.

 The two other guys gasped in shock and also darted forward to attack Nora but she hit one on the nose with her firm fists and pushed back the other one with her leg.

 “Oh my fucking God! She's got Kung fu moves!“ The last one said and ran away like a weak-ass man.

 Nora smirked and looked at the one who she hit his nose. He was bleeding quite badly, but he could still stand up and attack her.

 “What should I do with you?“ Nora asked, picking her shoes and putting them back on. 

 The guy suddenly brought forth his hands to grab Nora's leg but she quickly moved back and matched his face with her shoes.

 He let out a muffled scream and begged her with a stammer,  “L-let me go please… I'll never disturb—”

 Nora matched his mouth so he couldn't finish. “You should never mess with women, especially the ones who just had a bad day.“