Chapter 3

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•Hestia•

What the hell is happening here? are these people?" people?"
*Thinking*

I was hiding behind a SUV700. I put my left foot a little back and bent down to take out my pistol from my purse.. *Pantingly* I was looking here and there and trying to see who these people are...Just then One of the men, who was leaning behind the car, pointed his gun at me.The masculine veins of his hand were glimpsing.His face is covered and only his eyes are visible, hazel brown eyes.. At this time I also pointed my pistol towards him. Maybe he thought that I was also one of the gang that was creating chaos here...

I was about to shoot him when someone rescued him and took him away from there. I don't know how the whole chaos ends as soon as he leaves.Today, I might have lost my life because of him "Oh God, keep this man away from me,me," I murmured...

When chaos ended, I took a long breath,even though I'm not scared, but that sudden chaos made me feel nervous and melted my precious makeup because of that sweat in the basement. I opened the gate of my Mercedes Benz and got in that and applied my favourite blood red lipstick again to my plumpy lips and then I took the keys and started the engine and drove the car towards my house.

"Today is a waste of time;I am already late to wash my hair and on top of that ,the stampede in the basement-who does this after all in the besment seriously? They haven't even found any classy cruise for that? Fuck them, why do I care?" I said in irritation...
Why on earth people do meetings or whatever the fuck they're doing in the basement? the basement? Is that a place to do anything?...

*Suddenly thought come intointo my mind*
"But...But those eyes of that man, I think I've seen this before!" I murmured alone in the car the car while driving home.."

*After a while*

I got home with tiredness in my body as well as on my face! I literally have to take a shower and my hair wash! My hair is craving that special treatment! I got out of that brown jumpsuit and got in my bathrobe and then opened my hair bun and and started to comb with Neem Brush! Applied oil even if I have oily skin which meant I already have natural oil in my scalp and I hate, but I can't compromise with my hair! No can't!

*After a while*

In my bathroom;*

*beige tiles with golden tinch, with pure white 6×7 feet jacuzi in it,a big mirror on one wall of the bathroom, expensive smells with a tinch of soil smell because of jasmine plants in the bathroom*

In my shower, I applied Honey shampoo on my hair and then Moisturising Conditioner, while taking a good hair care wash, The drops of water were falling on my hour-shaped caramel body with big round breasts; my hair length touched my naked butt.

As soon as I closed my eyes, due to the pressure of water, I saw hazel brownie eyes with masculine perfectly curved black eyebrows on a golden light chocolate bodily complexion in front of me.

"No, no, no, Hestia, shut the fuck up your mind's mouth!" I said with irritation and sensation that even if I wanted, I don't know why I can't stop my mind thinking about those hazel brown eyes, man! Then I took a beautiful shower and got relief, which I needed after dealing with that 60-year-old fucker.

I put on a on a bathrobe and did my skin care for 20 minutes, applied an ice facial, and did some massage to my face. "This bun idea wasn't good for my hair; because of that, some of my hair fell out," I said sadly to me.
Of course, in my whole mansion, I'm alone; no one is there to listen. I don't know why I don't like people *thinking*. I get in my PJs coloured lavender purple, get in my bed, and want to sleep, but then suddenly mobile rings.

"Are you serious? It's 11 p.m. right now!" I said angrily to Gaza... "I really don't want to disturb you, but please come here. I really need your help, Hestia," she whispers pantingly. "What happened Gaza? Why are you whispering? Wait, I'm coming there in 20 minutes. Send me the address," I said while wearing that body hugged denim jeans and black crop top with backless and only strips in the back. I wore whatever I found suitable according to the club so that no one can doubt! Took my mobile and purse and got in my parking by lift and got to the car and drove to the club.

*Message notification*

Gaza:-
Address: Street 29, Ronaldo Club

"Ok
I'm on my way," I murmured.

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