3— Plan B

~Elowen PoV~

A few hours later. I stood in front of Haven's hotel, its tower pressing in on me.

I acknowledged the environment as it eased a little of the chaos in my mind. It was a place free of swarming fans trying to get a picture of you or making you sign an autograph, and the darkness of the night did an awesome job of hiding my face from people who could easily spot me.

The moment my presence was made known in the front office of the hotel came the admiration from those who quickly recognized me. It was a beautiful thing to know so many see me as their idol. One of the things I'd become blessed to experience was the love I had impacted on people as one of the city's A-list actresses.

But do they know what a woman whom they respected so much was about to do behind closed doors?

I felt relieved that they kept a safe distance as I walked to this particular receptionist who lowered her head on seeing me. "Good evening Ma'am, welcome back to Haven's hotel." She greeted me pleasantly.

"Thank you," I muttered as she quickly confirmed something on her computer, then said, "You informed us you have a guest visiting you in your room, is that right ma'am?"

"Yes, that's right." I wasn't surprised she asked. Hotel policy for safety. "I'm sure he has arrived by now?"

"Yes, he arrived a few minutes ago. Here's the access card to your room." She said, handing the card to me.

"Thank you," The moment I left, the doubt in the eyes of the lady did not go unnoticed.

But I did not care.

Making for the elevator, in a few minutes, it dung to reveal the five-star decor of a luxurious hotel corridor.

I identified my room and with just one touch of the card on the door, it unlocked. The moment I stepped in, the room's biting air hit me.

There, I met him standing at the window side staring at the outer space, not moving.

Without hesitation, I kicked the shoes off my feet and tossed them aside together with my purse, however, the man at this point made no move.

"Are you going to stand there all day? Won't you let me see your face?" I questioned, not that I had the time for formalities or wanted any. I didn't care to know his name either but at least, it was important to know the face of my one-night stand to make sure to stay clear of him in the future.

He then, finally turned to reveal his face to me.

At this point, I knew I felt my breath leave my lungs.

Broad-shouldered, his hair in spiral black curls falling just enough to shadow the smoldering silver-gray of his eyes, adding a casual yet sophisticated charm.

Face sharp and symmetrical, with a chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose, creating a classical, almost sculpted appearance.

With a flip of my hair to the side, I took a step dominating the presence as I let my eyes ogle him one more time, in a way to make him understand his loyalty to me.

I forced a deep breath, not bad.

At least, losing my dream first night with a stranger was going to be with a man good looking.

I couldn't hide the fact that he wasn't just good-looking, but breathtaking.

"It's time to get this done with," I said, voice coming out more like an order. In a nut of surprise, he began taking some steps towards me, steps that pressed a commanding aura I least expected, stopping just right in front of me.

Lowering his head close to me, he brought his hand tugging stray hairs behind my ear as he whispered, "Are you sure of what you're about to do?" He asked, as if he had the authority to question me in that manner which made my brows knit.

"I paid you to have me for the night. Not to ask a stupid question. I'm not a kid to know what I want, so go ahead and do your job well." I couldn't help but snap his hand off my face which his lips now pulled into a smug look.

~Owens Vitmoz POV~

I noticed her step into the room. For a moment I didn't look at her, a smirk playing on my lips. And when she demanded to see my face, I finally turned to give her what she asked for.

My gaze met hers, I wasn't surprised that Elowen didn't tremble at the sight of me. The face she knew about his arranged husband was not the one she was seeing right now. I had removed the fake skin that had believable human skin and scars on it as if it were my own flesh.

I looked down at her feet where her shoes were already tossed aside and held her eyes for a while drinking in her features. She was sweetly beautiful in a way that felt effortless. Her brown-golden hair caught the light, soft and radiant, framing a face kissed by gentleness.

Even as she was struggling to appear strong, her rosy lips and soft brown eyes didn't hide the deep calmness, making her gaze both comforting and quietly captivating.

She wore a pretty little dress that suited her perfectly. It clung just enough to hint at her shape while remaining modest, the kind of dress that made her look lovely, as if it had been chosen to match the sweetness she carried within.

"It's time to get this done with." She said coolly and I barely held back a smirk at the way her confidence pulled me in.

I walked up to her, playing with her hair for a while before asking her a question to make sure she knew what she was about to do. However, her answer amazed me.

"Do what I paid you for and not ask a stupid question. I'm not a kid to know what I want, so go ahead and do your job well." She replied, smacking my hand off.

Impressive. I almost chuckled. Indeed she had quite an impressive commanding aura.

However, what will become of her when she finds out that the person she was about to end up in a scandal with, will be none other than me, Owen Vitmoz? The man behind her nightmare– The scarred husband she was running away from?