Chapter 3

The stranger had a smirk on his face as he watched the brave little lady who asked for his audience. Normally, he wasn't a fucker, but she was alluring. Her body, her face, and of course, the red hair.

His father always told him that the most dangerous women in the world were those with red hair, pale skin, and ocean-blue eyes. Just like a siren. The lady before him was the typical example of the description.

She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen and her red hair gave her a witty demeanor. Her pale skin, banging body, and shamelessness were the very attributes of danger. But for some reason, he felt this little lady could not do anything even if she wanted to.

There were warning signs for him to reject her offer, but she was so damn beautiful, and spirit be damned if he let any other man do what she was specifically asking him to do. He might as well chop the hands and dick of whoever the unfortunate person would be.

So without any more negative thoughts, he took her to the Devil's Den chambers, AKA, upstairs room. The place had a total of 5 presidential suites and he owned 3 out of the 5.

That night, the suite was filled with groans and moans of ecstasy as Alessia lost herself to the pleasures of what they both did.

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The next morning, Alessia happened to have woken up first. She turned to her side sleepily and saw the man sleeping beside her. Immediately, Alessia freaked out. She quickly jumped out of bed, making sure to cover her mouth to stifle any noise that might wake him up.

She tried to breathe through the many emotions that swept over her. Yesterday's events came pouring into her head, from her uncle's harassment to the drinking. She couldn't remember clearly how she got into this room with this stranger. She cursed herself deeply for letting loose and actually sleeping with a stranger.

'Good one, Alessia, Good one.'

She made a countdown from 10 to 1 before slowly throwing a leg off the bed.

She tried as much as possible to make sure she didn't wake the sleeping man up.

Once she had successfully placed both legs on the floor, she slowly climbed off the bed to grab her clothes on the floor, also saying a silent prayer to God to make sure she never crossed parts with this man ever again.

Just as she busily tried to gather her clothes, she noticed a hard object beneath his own clothes.

Out of curiosity, she slowly lifted his dress shirt to see what was underneath. A gasp left her lips the moment she saw the black short gun pointing towards her.

She hurriedly covered the firearm and wore her shorts and top again in a heartbeat. The more she stayed in the same room as that man on the bed, the more scared she got.

Once she was fully clothed, she tiptoed towards the door and reached for the handle to pull it open. Thankfully, it was opened and she successfully walked out of the room.

Once she had securely closed the door behind her, she took to her heels and sprinted towards the elevator with lightning speed.

"God, I better not meet that hooligan again!" She yelled and ran into the elevator once it was opened up.

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An hour later, the figure on the bed stirred and sat up straight, running a hand through his hair with an amused smile on his face. He hadn't even noticed he was alone on the bed.

For some odd reason, he had slept for a whopping 8 hours instead of the usual 30 minutes of sleep.

Was it because of the one-night stand he had with the red hair?

Speaking of red hair, he turned to his side only to find it empty.

A deep frown formed on his face seeing he was alone on the bed.

Where was she?

Just when he might have found the cure to his chronic insomnia, she decided to leave him alone.

Maybe she was in the bathroom.

He got out of bed and strutted towards the bathroom in search of her.

But after listening for any sound from the bathroom for a long time, he knew she wasn't in the bathroom. He padded naked towards the other side of the bed where he had flung her flimsy outfit, but her clothes weren't there when he arrived.

"Shit!" He finally realized she had run away. He ran a hand through his ink-black hair again as he kept cursing.

"Red hair, you can't just take advantage of any man you see out there and expect to get away with it." He muttered and chuckled.

"I have been with multiple women in my life, but none could ever lull me to sleep like you did. So don't think I'll let you go easily."

He took out his phone to text his men about the lady who he had taken to his room at Devil's Den. Just when he sent out orders to go in search of the red hair, a call came through from his father.

"Hello, Father."

"Save it, the meeting starts in half an hour." That was all his father said over the phone and ended the call abruptly.

"A man can't handle one thing at a time I guess." He sighed and walked back towards the bathroom after throwing his phone back onto the bed.

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An hour later, his car pulled into the driveway of the famous De Luca mansion. The place was massive with guards dressed in sleek black suits and other attires. They were all stationed at the entrance, giving off an air of danger as usual. The mansion itself exuded luxury, but there was something about it that screamed of hidden secrets and bloodshed.

He glanced around the packed parking lot and sighed. "I guess I'm fashionably late again." He muttered and pulled out a dagger from his waistband, twirling it around his fingers.

It was time to make an entrance even if he had made everyone wait as usual.