Author's POV Forty-five minutes after his father called, Alvin arrived at the Pineapple villa. It was Mr Miller's most expensive building out of the hundreds he owned. And since Mr Miller was a big lover of fruits, he named all of his houses and villas with hundreds of fruit names—so much that Alvin couldn't keep track and was eventually given a special tab by him that gives the location of all the houses. This particular one was so big that it would fit into a half stadium. And the security level is higher than the one in America's white house. Alvin drove his Lamborghini into the Villa, and stepped out with unexpectedly calm features. He wasn't wearing a mask; since nobody here can ever faint if they saw his face. He started walking to the building and soon got an irritated face with the way some of the men were bowing and greeting him. There were four swimming pools in the Villa, and Alvin passed the first one before getting to the wide golden door that led inside the bu

Nora had come into the club twenty minutes after Alvin did. And she had consumed a couple of drinks and taken a chance on the dance floor. Now, she was at the bartender's rail again. She was drunk and talking about her past work experience with the male bartender. Nora held the bottle of one of the most expensive drinks in her hands; it had taken her whole income to buy it. She was drinking directly from the bottle and chatting with the enthusiastic bartender while throwing back her hair and laughing. And suddenly, a rugged and drunk-looking man comes to the chair and grabs her ass. Her eyes widened in shock and she hit the bottle on her hand to the bar rail. And without wasting time, Nora took his shirt in her hands and leaned up to hit his forehead with hers. The man staggered back at the contact, but returned almost immediately and slapped her across the cheek. Nora raised her right leg to kick him but the man held it in the air and dragged her closer to him, bending

When Alvin woke up, it was already morning. He stretched on the bed and his hands moved around to find his phone. He had a strange pain in his head, like there was a speaker playing repeated loud beats in there. After several attempts, Alvin realised his phone wasn't on the bed with him. Then suddenly, he got up when he remembered what happened the night before and the fact that he wasn't on his bed at home. Nora had completely slept-off right after saying “his face wasn't cursed ”. And he was so shocked and paralysed that he decided to wait in the room until she woke up and explain to him who she really was; and also how she knew the state he was in. Alvin looked around the room. She wasn't there. He sighed. “Maybe she left.“ Alvin jumped off the bed and saw that he was still in yesterday's clothes. How he got in the bed even after a drunk temptation was sleeping there was a mystery to him. “She couldn't possibly have left yet,” Alvin muttered, looking around to find

Last chapter's continuation… Alvin's POV I observed her expression after what I said, and I could see the shock and confusion in it. Had she indeed been dreaming when she said those things to me? I sincerely couldn't blame her. I myself would have stopped to consider my actions if she was the person being masked and if she had been in my situation—but I doubted there could be a woman that could make men go crazy if they saw her face. My hands grabbed the chair, almost breaking it in anger. This was becoming too much for me to handle. Why did I even tell her? I could have stopped and thinked of another excuse to give—surely she'd have believed it if I said I had some transferable skin disease or something. But eventually, if she is as smart as I think she is; she'd ask me to take it off despite that. The fact that she didn't make an attempt to remove the mask even when I was asleep made me realise just how respectful and thoughtful she was. She still wasn't saying anythi

Alvin was in the bar with Nora and David, and they were all seated on three chairs with a table in the middle. The club was quite empty at this time of the day since it was still morning; only a few people were seated at the end with drinks on their table and lit Indian Hemp in their mouth. The club was much quieter compared to last night, and Alvin counted every second that passed with self-consciousness. There had been a shift of bartenders—and Alvin had snorted when they came to sit here some minutes ago; he'd have surely told Jake to deal with the male bartender if he was still there. The three people on the chair were all silent and seemed to be thinking of a way to start a conversation. David was picking at his nails and glancing at his watch at every minute. His face would usually turn sour when he saw the time, like he was expecting it to run without looking back. Nora was avoiding Alvin's gaze with a pale expression on her face. She had been the one that suggested th