The ride back to the penthouse was one none predicted would happen, so yes, it was a quiet one. At that moment, neither Doreen nor Tessa were thinking about anything aside from themselves. Those blue eyes of hers had retained their spot, staring at her skirt, ever since he drove the car out of Paradiso Tessestre's park. And he… Doreen knew it'd be risky to look at her after that intimate moment they shared a moment ago. If he caught even the slightest glimpse of her lips, then he'd…‘He sped up!’ She screamed inwardly as her body jerked forward a bit as the car drove faster down the road. Tessa was nervous.Once they arrive home, what would she say to him? — first, she's the reason he canceled his meeting with that dazzling woman. She wasn't regretful about that. Why would she when envy would've practically eaten her whole if her eyes beheld them eating while chatting and even… touching? It was a thought that got Tessa's mouth sour from jealousy. She felt proud at that, and Fran

“Son? You're back already? How was work today?”It was dinner time. There wasn't an ounce of strangeness that only the married couple occupied the lengthy dining table. Roughly about three dozen individuals or so could eat a meal together but like always, Killian and his wife, Stephanie, were the sole ones there. Their children Francess and Francisco barely… Attended. Their brown-haired daughter although occasionally ate with them was for the sake of her father and Francisco…“Work was fine, Father. There's no need to talk to me; I'm passing by to get water from the kitchen.” The blond-haired handsome man smoothly uttered. He did sound quite emotionless, but then again Killian was used to it, and Stephanie?The aged woman whom Francisco bore a lot of physical resemblance with acted oblivious to her son's presence. She kept her eyes pinned on her meals and continued eating. “Come on now Francisco. Eat with us!” Killian would be a damned liar to state he enjoyed this recurring situ

“Thank you so very much, sir!” The bright smile of the blue-eyed blonde had to be the prettiest the taxi driver had ever seen. For some seconds, his outstretched hand hung in the air while his eyes dwelled in the unmatched magnificence of her spotless face. Why was one person so… otherworldly?“Sir?” Tessa now standing at the gate of the Ballet Academy called again. The aged driver broke free from his trance afterward, then shook his head. “Y-you're welcome.” He smiled lightly while receiving his fare for the service provided. While the tires of the yellow taxi car drove towards the Estate's exit gate, Tessa turned her attention to the beautifully established but massive building.Within fifteen minutes, she had arrived at the Academy, and sincerely she thought the Estate's security would prove difficult, but surprisingly, she wasn't questioned once her face was beheld. Perhaps Doreen ordered them to grant her unceasing access. “I need to be quick then leave.” Those pair of blue

That morning, and like the previous, her beautiful face was the first thing he beheld. Beholding the face of an angel in the morning was a blessing, right? Doreen considered it so and for the next few minutes, those green eyes of his were fixated on his slumbering Tessa. His right hand moved to the lengthy strands of hair shielding some parts of her face, then gently brushed it aside. “I'm so glad you came into my life, angel. Fucking glad.” Doreen leaned in, places a mild kiss on her lips. Afterward, he rolled out of the bed as quietly as possible; he would rather not wake her up just yet. Tessa clearly had a busy day yesterday, and although it was confusing why she had a class on a Friday, he decided to stay quiet about it. His angel wasn't the secretive type, so eventually Tessa was going to tell him the reason. Doreen did attempt to ask Madam Angelica but canceled against the idea. Soon, he could be seen stepping out of the bathroom with his dark hair wholly drenched.

She had a bad feeling. An awful one that had formed a painful lump in her gullet, which she carried around. Tessa, and, like the other dancers, were headed for the changing room. It was remarkable how spacious the W Empire was, yet the blond beauty was too tense to even acknowledge that. It didn't stop the others, and it acted as fuel that ignited their determination to get signed into this glorious workplace. Again, Doreen Williams was also a prize. Being a ballet dancer here would allow interactions between the President and the dancers. When shows were made it'd be a mandate for him to accompany the dancers and the ladies here would die for an opportunity to sit in the same space as he. All were aware he now had a girlfriend — one he loved to the extent of announcing her name, and the name Tessa Rashford was known by every being across the continent. Her picture was yet to be revealed, so the ladies in their mind believed they had a chance to be Doreen's. Mutters of admira