Danger in the well.

Just one day of having Maria as his PA and articles like this already flew around, it wasn't unexpected in his line of profession, the only bewildering question was when she had time to draw such a conclusion. He drew down his curtains and closed the windows shut. It was raining outside, and the pitter-patter sound of the rain against his window made his head ache.

Could it be a lie? Just another make-believe of low-budget journalists? The article spread like wildfire and was begging to get more response and attention than he expected. They've even had time to dig up pictures of him refusing to shake or hug ladies over the last decade, it was common courtesy for him, but instead, it added to their unreasonable conclusions.

He kicked his flip-flops off, and jumping on his king-sized bed, he was swallowed by the velvet sheets, just as he loved it. Void of any disturbance, the thoughts in his head were the only thing he needed to curb—if they could be. He couldn't wait for Maria'