Ran away
When Lisa finally recovered from her stupor, it was already close to midnight.
Her entire body was tingling with a weird sensation, even paining at certain spots.
She gazed at the man sprawled on the bed, laying just a hair's width away from her.
Small bite marks on his sculpted back stared at her, painfully reminding her of the events of the night.
These marks weirdly resembled the ones on her own body.
The man was a beast! Look at him sleeping soundly after terrorizing me for six hours???
Lisa trembled. She was afraid to think of those events that had just transpired.
She had never been or ever planned to be this reckless in her life.
She had willingly succumbed to him and now…
There was no point in crying over spilt milk.
"That's right." Lisa slightly cheered up.
"If that bastard hadn't come clean to me, I would have slept with him tonight on our supposed wedding night."
"Hmph. The stranger next to me is ten times, no hundred times better than that traitor."
She gulped nervously taking another look at the slumbering dragon.
"I better not wake him up."
She avoided the sight of his immaculate figure and tip-toed out of the almost damaged bed.
She hurriedly collected her clothes and her phone haphazardly thrown around on the floor.
Lisa noticed a small tear on her dress, but she didn't care.
She scrambled into her still wet clothes and grabbed her small travel bag, which contained the change of clothes, and got the hell out of there.
"Ah shit! What change of clothes? I shouldn't even have come up in the first place."
Lisa ran away to her car, with her heart and mind full of regret.
"Ok calm down. What is done is done. No point in crying over it now."
She clutched her steering wheel and mumbled incoherently.
"At least he doesn't know my name and I never have to see him in my life ever again."
Lisa took a few deep breaths and started the car, vanishing from the hotel entrance in an instance.
Her phone had about a million missed calls from Rosalind.
So she decided to drive over there like she should have done in the first place.
Though… Unbeknownst to her…
A lean muscular specimen stood near the hotel room window and watched the woman flee like a deer in headlights.
He pulled his lips upward into a wide grin, as he gazed at her disappearing car without blinking.
"Heh… I just got here this morning and I have already found something this interesting…"
"Ha Ha Ha."
When Lisa left, the sound of the door slamming shut behind her had woken him up.
The man buttoned his shirt back up and fished out a phone from his jacket pocket.
"Come pick me up."
His deep hoarse voice sounded, commanding the person on the other end of the call.
"Master, what happened? Everybody in the house is worried about you." The butler's anxious voice cut through the phone.
Damien sighed lightly, leaning against the clear glass windowpane offering a glorious view of the city underneath him.
"I had more pressing matters to attend to." Damien lied, with the sly smirk still dancing on his lips.
"Please come back, before the old madam massacres everyone in the house." The butler muttered almost crying his heart out.
"Eh? Dom, you are pretty cheeky today?" Damien chuckled.
If his butler who was typically meek and obedient dared to utter such insubordinate words, even as a joke, the situation at the manor had to be pretty bad.
But that didn't matter much to him.
On the contrary, now that he was back, he was looking forward to see some heads to roll and chaos to descend in the Rutherford household.
"Alright, I am texting you the address. Come pick me up."
Damien hung up the call and picked up his belongings from the floor.
He was just about to leave when he noticed a shining laminated identity card hiding under the table in the corner.
His pitch-black obsidian orbs stared at the ID card for a long while before the man chuckled lightly.
He walked over to the table with the lamp and bent down to pick up the small object.
Lisa Novak, Junior Architect, Reflex Legacy
"Hmm…" Damien chuckled with an unfathomable look in his eyes.