Chapter 3

• Zoe saw how he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. She frowned. “I'm sorry. But who are you?” she asked. Indeed, she doesn't know him but the old man earlier, she got to know him in the news and newspapers, and it was two years ago.
• She doesn't know a man named Helios.
• "Is that how quickly you forget about those people who're helping you?"
• Again, she frowned and tried to think where and when did she meet the guy. He's handsome and got a perfect shape. He got muscles, but Zoe sucks at describing a man's features. All she could say was the man was Greek god-like . He got a sharp nose, tantalizing eyes in the shade of blue, and kissable lips. And she wonders how many women he kissed— 'shit, Zoe!' She cursed herself as she put those thoughts away.
• She shook her head and looked past through the window. “We haven't met before.”
• ******
• It's Monday, and she just went home from school. Her everyday life as a student became different the two days she lived with Helios. Yesterday, the man ordered someone to pick up and pack her things at her old apartment. However, they only brought her something that she would need at school but not her clothes because Helios bought many of them.
• She knew he bought her but to the extent that he would buy her dresses and stuff. She couldn't say anything about his treatment. He's caring—despite the fact that he has a solid and scary aura, she still manages to stay calm on his side. And she has this strong feeling that she's safe when she's with him.
• About her mom… they lost communication. But Helios assured her that her mother was safe. She trusts Helios' words, but she still need to talk with him.
• She hurried to the next floor and knocked on Helios' room. She frowned and knocked once again but still, no one opened the door. She then tried to twist the knob, and her eyes widened… 'it's not locked,' she thought.
• She pressed her lips together and heaved a sigh as she twisted it and pushed the door open. Her forehead creased when she didn't see Helios inside. She knew what she was doing was inappropriate, but she was just curious what his room looked like, and as she expected, it was shouted luxury, yet it was simple.
• The interior paint is so cold to the eyes. It's gray and has a lining of black below. He has a king-sized bed. And the color of the sheet and his comforter is silky black. Now, she nods. Helios maybe loves the color black and gray. The color of his pillows was gray.
• She closes the door and roams her eyes inside his room. And her gaze stopped on the picture frames that were above his side table. She smiled. She walked towards it and grabbed it as she ran her fingers into his portrait.
• "What are you doing here?"
• Zoe suddenly put down the frame and turned around in his direction. Her eyes widened when he saw him.
• Helios is half-naked!
• And while he walked in her direction, her eyes went down to his navel—shit! Eight-packs, she screamed inside her head.
• She was about to look away when her eyes caught the tribal tattoo on his left arm until it covered his left chest. She squinted her eyes, and thoughts suddenly came into her mind. Then she came to realize…
• "Y-You…" her heart started to palpitate as the memories of that night came across her mind, "—you're that man—that tattoo…" she's sure that she already saw that tattoo—the unique tribal design…
• Helios approached her side in a swift move and suddenly cupped her face and pressed his lips into hers.