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CHAPTER 5

As soon as Yza entered he hallway, she felt like her heart was about to explode when she saw the door to Adamson's room. In the end, she chose to obey orders and follow rather than lie. She nervously bit her finger as she took small steps closer to the young man's room.

She took a deep breath when she stood in front of the door before attempting to knock on it. Was it her fault earlier for thinking he had left the country? Apparently, he didn't leave and was doing something foolish inside his room with a woman. And then, they forgot to close the door, so she assumed there was no one inside.

Was there still someone inside?

"Damn you! This isn't enough! I want more of you, Adam!" She heard the woman's voice screaming, causing Yza to flinch. There was the woman.

She didn't immediately hear a response from the person she was talking to. After a while, her employer spoke.

"But I don't want more of you. Get out. I don't want to see your face anymore. I paid you more than enough for a lousy performance, so don't try to act as if you own me because I don't even know your name. You bitches are just my bed warmers, easily being bedded and get paid. Out now, woman."

That's what she heard from the young master.

There was no emotion in his voice. It was a low, purposeful tone. Having sex with a stranger? Good Lord.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" the woman screamed, and she heard the click of the woman’s heels. The woman was hissing like a snake.

Yza quickly ran away because she might get slapped. She didn't want that. She even had a cut on the corner of her lip, and she didn't want to be tricked again.

"Damn!" The woman struck herself against the wall out of frustration. Why was the woman angry now when a while ago she was all over the bed? It seemed like she still wanted more from Señorito Adam but he didn't want the lady anymore, which is probably why the woman was erupting like a volcano.

There was no doubt that the woman really wanted Adam because he's so handsome and wealthy. She thought that there was no word in the vocabulary to chase after women or get serious about them for this guy. His mind seemed to be focused on something else, not settling down, in Yza’s psychological analysis.

When she regained her composure, she approached Adamson's room again.

She knocked twice.

"What?!" the young man shouted, and then he opened the door, and she wanted to run away even more when she saw the anger in his green eyes.

She was shocked, and her soul probably flew to purgatory at this very moment. She had sinned because of her eyes; she wouldn't go to heaven but to purgatory. She saw something indecent and a handsome snake, and a woman's butt hole down to her rectum, including her hemorrhoids.

Holy God.

Yza blinked and lowered her head.

"Yza," Adam's appearance suddenly softened, and his voice became calm, "I thought you were that woman. Come."

"I-I'm sorry to disturb you. I-I was just..." She stuttered, genuinely scared.

Adam turned his back and pushed the door open, "I-Is it okay if I stay here, Señorito?"

She thought she would be bitten by the snake.

Look up, Yza, instead of the snake. She told herself.

"Don't be afraid. I thought you were that woman. Come in." He invited her, so she moved, even though she was hesitant.

Maybe he would realize that she's just a child to hurt for her foolishness. There was some mercy in her boss, she believed.

On the table, she saw her smashed phone and felt embarrassed to pick it up to fix it. Maybe later.

"Here's your Lola's salary. And I want you to fix my things in my luggage. I'll be leaving early morning. Won't you get tired doing it? You're still bruised and wounded," he said, glancing at her arms with scratches from the woman earlier.

"I-I'm not tired, Señorito," she replied, holding her hands in front of her, shivering from the air conditioning while he was still sweating.

Is she going to refuse the order? It’s embarrassing. He is giving her grandma’s salary, and she’s acting like this? Maybe she’s just assuming she’ll be mistreated.

“Okay,” he nodded and placed the money back on the table, then walked into the walk-in closet.

“Come here, Yza,” Adam called from inside.

Yza obeyed, peering cautiously through the partially open door, thinking she might see something scandalous again.

She saw him putting on a white T-shirt, and for some reason, he looked exceptionally handsome in her eyes. He had a very masculine presence that could intimidate anyone.

He shows great resemblance of a great warrior who can defy demonic villains. His stance tells everything. His straight back is really something.

She gulped as he turned to her while pulling down the hem of the shirt he was wearing.

“Get in,” he said when he noticed her peering through the door.

She smiled slightly, and it seemed like Adam’s eyes smiled too, but she wasn’t sure. Did he?

She couldn’t help but hide her lips because he looked like he was going to kiss her. That would be a disaster. And she’s imagining things too much.

Yza ignored Adam’s gaze and tried to compose herself. It looked like he knew what he needed, so why have a servant if he couldn’t do simple tasks? Oh, she’s paid and she doesn’t care about his laziness. He’s rich.

When he turned away, she examined the cabinet filled with Adam’s business suits. Her mouth twisted as she considered what he should wear. He was the boss, but what if he yelled at her for not liking her taste?

She struggled to reach a light pink long-sleeved shirt but couldn’t. Adam handed it to her without a word, licking his lips with a strangely enticing smile.

“I couldn’t reach it. Everything here is American-sized,” she explained.

He nodded slightly, “You can step onto something so you can reach it,” he suggested.

He even pulled a wooden stool ladder over for her.

He sat back down, seemingly keeping an eye on her. She didn’t pay much attention, picking out clothes one by one. She chose three long-sleeved shirts and glanced at him. His mysterious gaze made her gulp, and the corner of his lips rose slightly.

She pulled her gaze away, but it was hard to do that. There seemed to be a magnetic force in his eyes that could hypnotize people, especially women. Even an innocent girl like her felt a sense of admiration for him, even as he was up to mischief.

“Who is Dan James, Yza? And why does he call you Alexa?” Adam’s voice filled the room.

“P-Pardon, sir?” she stammered.

She didn’t look at him but continued what she was doing until she heard him get up and walk towards her.

Startled, she turned to find him behind her, holding onto the closet door.

His face betrayed that he was waiting for her response, so she answered, “D-DJ is my friend.”

“The truth. Who is he?” he emphasized, and she fell silent.

She bit her lower lip, feeling his gaze on her even if she couldn’t see it. “Um, he’s my childhood friend and a suitor.”

“Do you like him?” he inquired.

She nodded. “Yes. He’ll be my boyfriend when I graduate.”

When she glanced at him, he remained silent, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed as if deep in thought. Then, he left her in the closet, closing the door almost forcefully.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She felt like she might run out of breath because of his intense gaze and curiosity.