Blade groggily roamed his hand around the bed only to find the spot beside him empty. His eyes shot open and the blissful peace escaped his senses, he looked around the room to find it empty. She was gone but that wasn't the only case. He could smell thick black smoke entering his room from underneath the door as if something was burning.

He immediately stood up and checked his whole room. There was no one in the restroom and neither in the walk-in closet. Her janitor clothes were also missing.

She left!

He hoped she fucking left.

Fuck! How can she leave at night because right now it was early dawn which simply means, she left late in the night. Or maybe she left a few minutes ago. He hurriedly wore his shirt and then coughed when black smoke became thick in the room. He walked towards the door and yanked it open only to step back in shock.

"What the fuck?" He growled, finding his whole corridor to be lit by fire.

What if she was out there in the fire?

What in the fucking hell. He tried to step out of his room but there was too much smoke that it made it difficult for him to breath. He shut the door and ran towards his window, opening it, he glared down at the guards. The firefighters were already there trying to control the flames.

"Have yall seen a girl?" He yelled through the window at his men. "A girl in a Janitor's uniform?" He roared again. His patience, running thin as one of his cars moved into the mansion through the gate.

The driver came out looking hysteric. Blade yelled again inquiring about her while coughing.

"I dropped her." That same driver from the car yelled back hesitantly and Blade took in a deep breath.

"What the fuck ya'll were doing?" He growled through the window as one of his security men motioned at the firefighter and they raised the small crane up and he was about to get out of the window when he recalled something. Moving in he grabbed his phone from the couch and came out.

When he was finally down. He was fuming in anger. "How the fuck it happened?" He roared at the security guards who flinched back looking down.

"Sir, the fire erupted from inside. We were out, we didn't know it until there were huge flames." One of the security guards said in a low afraid voice as Blade fisted his hands to his sides.

He knows all too well who did this. Did she want to kill him? Ahhh! An ominous smirk adorned his sinful lips as he eyes twinkled with mischief. She wants to play. Was she in revenge mode? He likes feisty girls. No wonder he was attracted to her in the first place in that restaurant's restroom when she hit his buddy and knee him on the nose. Girl has guts he gave her that but now she would've known what type of a man he was.

If he wants her, he gets her as simple as that.

He leveled the driver with a vicious glare. All the guards and the driver were now shaking in fear.

"S-sir just a while ago a g-girl came out of the mansion saying that you asked me to drop her at her place. So I obliged and dropped her safely at her place." Blade nodded his head. Smirking. Clever. Clever. Little vixen.

"Where did you drop her?" Blade asked calmly this time making that man take in a deep breath which he was holding.

That driver informed where he dropped Isabelle but there was no proper house number or building. He just knows her block and area.

She was a clever little kitten. He was glad that she tricked his guard in dropping her safely at her place. She has a brain and he likes it.

Beauty with brain.

He didn't deny the disappointment he felt for not having her beside him when he woke up. Damn! He wants to wake up every day to her face. Last night was the best fucking night of his life. And in the morning. Good Lord. She seriously surprised him by burning him alive, stunt.

She was such an addiction that he wants to fuck her senseless all over again. She was so intoxicating and addicting that he was sure he wouldn't ever be able to get enough of her. She was so fucking hot and her body is like a fucking goddess. All his. Only his.

He still can't believe that he was her first. The red spot on his bed was the clear indication, he took her virginity and he didn't feel any guilt about it. She enjoyed it as much as he did. Her body craved him as much as his body craved her.

With a smirk playing on his lips and her trembling body racking his mind, he went to one of his penthouses. He has many properties around the country. He took shower and got ready for the university so he could see her again, meet her, hear her voice and more likely he could touch her again.

At university he didn't see her since morning and it was extremely odd. She was always at work and not once did she take a leave then why didn't she come to university today?

Was last night's sex too much for her? He admits it was her first time last night and it hurts the first time, he knows she'll be sore and won't be able to walk. Maybe that's why she took off.

*

Isabelle was at the police headquarters. She has immediately left the apartment. She has mustered up all the courage to file a case against him.

When it was her turn the constable called her in and she walked in and sat down on the seat in front of the desk of the officer. "Yes, ma'am. What's your name? Whom are you filing a case against, please tell me the details." The officer said while looking at the papers.

"M..my name is Isabelle Noah." She said as her heart beat wildly.

"I w...want to file a case against Blade." Her voice shook.

"Blade who? Tell me the full name and what's your claim." The officer asked.

"B..blade Turner. He... he... forced me." At that name the officer looked up and motioned at the constable to leave the office.

Isabelle knew his full name because she had done research on him in the morning.

When he left the officer stood up as well. "Please wait ma'am. I'll be right back." And just like that she waited.

Two minutes later the officer walked in along with the constables. "Put her behind the bars right now." He roared causing Isabelle to jump in surprise as those constables dragged her away.

"W..what are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed loudly and struggled but to no avail as they threw her in the jail.

Isabelle sat there shocked to her core as slowly the wheels inside her head started to turn. These officers have sold their faith to rich bastards.

She was mustering up all the courage because she knew at any moment Blade would come here. Mock her. Laugh at her. Blackmail her but no.

It wasn't Blade who came.

It was his replica but in an older version. She instantly knew it was Mr. Turner as for him the door was opened and he walked in. She stood her ground, glaring at him. So it was Mr. Turner who ordered the officer to put her in jail.

"Why are you putting fake allegations on my son?" He asked venomously, causing her insides to churn in fear and hatred.

"Your son forced me. He harassed me. Assaulted me. Drugged me!" Isabelle hissed at the man with the same venom even though from inside she was scared as a leaf.

"Do you have any proof?" He asked with a cocked brow and this made her go quiet. She didn't have any proof.

"He forcefully took me to a party last night. You can ask his friend Brad when your son beat a guy to the brim of death. Than he took me home and he-"

"Cut the crap." He hissed.

"These bruises on my wrists are because he tied me up." Isabelle tried to keep her voice strong and steady.

Mr. Turner let out a mocking laugh. "I know girls like you. The tactics ya'll use to grab a bigger whale. You think by putting fake allegations on my only heir, you will become a billionaire queen. Fucking pathetic." Mr. Turner spat ruthlessly as bitter tears formed in her eyes.

He took a dangerous step closer. "If by any chance I find you putting these false allegations on my son. I will not only destroy you. I'll remove your pathetic existence from this earth." He warned her in a dangerous tone and walked away.

The officer came and he looked at her sympathetically and motioned her to leave.