I turned my gaze towards the bathroom door. I saw a man in a mask, wearing a suit and tie. I quickly stood up and looked at him frightfully.

He then walked towards me.

"My, My. What a sinful angel you are." He said as he looked at Gwen's lifeless body. "You were able to kill her first."

"Y-You wanted to kill her also?" although I was afraid, I still managed to ask him.

"Yes. But you killed her first. What a shame." he said. I looked at Gwen again. Funny. I didn't even feel even a tinge of guilt. Maybe because I wanted justice for my best friend. And I had to kill her first before she and her two companion would able to kill me.

"Why did you kill her?" I turned my gaze back at the man after he asked me that question. To my surprise, he was about to take off his mask.

When he succeeded on taking it off, I inhaled sharply. I was being paralyzed by his penetrating gaze. Ohlala! He's the perfect example of a drop dead gorgeous guy. He had this deep gray eyes. He slightly resembled Imran Abbas, the most handsome man in UAE and the one who got banned by the airport on Saudi because of his handsomeness.

I'm just wondering, if this man would go to Saudi, will he be banned by the government also? Because as far as I know, the government in Saudi Arabia banned Imran Abbas because they tend to prevent female Arabians to commit a sin of lust towards him.

I took a deep breath. Then looked back at the gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

He had a shoulder length brown hair and deep gray eyes. I was fascinated by his squared jaw and cleft chin. He has a kissable pinkish lip- whereas his lower lip was fuller than his upper lip- that no woman can resist. His handsomeness also resembled that of Brazilian hunks.

His strong appeal made my knees wobbled like a jelly. I shook my head momentarily. How can a man as perfect as him could ever existed? He made me feel nervous than killing Gwen.

He smiled at me. Damn! This man is very attractive.

"Do I have to repeat myself, babe?" he asked me.

"W-what?" was all I can say because I was mesmerized by his presence.

"Why did you kill, Gwen Sandoval?" he asked again.

My forehead knotted when I hear his question. So what if I killed Gwen first? "What do you care?" she said while she was washing her hands on the faucet.

"I'm just surprised when I saw you following her. I thought you're her friend so I am also thinking of killing you also if you would hinder on my plan." he told me while smiling. He leaned on the wall next to the faucet so he's facing me.

Geez! I can't help myself from blushing. Why does he keep on smiling at me? I looked at him from head to toe. "W-we are not f-friends. If I was her friend, then I shouldn't have killed her. She was the reason why my bestfriend was in coma for three weeks now. And she was planning to kill me. I heard her talk to her boyfriend. So I killed her first." I explained as I headed towards the bathroom door to go out.

He followed me.

"Wow! I can't believe that a woman with..." he trailed off, then he looked at me and smiled again "an angelic face could kill."

My cheeks blushed. "W-Who are you?"

He didn't answer me, instead he motioned his left hand to follow him. I did. We returned to the bathroom. I just leaned in the bathroom door while he stood in front of Gwen's lifeless body.

"This is your first time to kill someone, am i right?" he asked.

"W-Why do you ask?" I said in a crooked voice.

He pointed at the blooded figurine, the murder weapon. "Your fingerprint is still on that figurine. The police can easily track you down using your prints, you know?" he said as he walked towards the bathroom door.

Then he held my chin and lift it up. I looked at his handsome face. From his deep gray eyes, his aristocratic nose and to his...

pink kissable lips. There was something pushing me, persuading me to taste those luscious lips. I unconsciously licked my lower lip. His gazed flew from my eyes to my moist lips.

"Call me X," he said in his seductive voice.

My eyes widened. "Y-You're the serial killer!" It was a statement rather than a question.

So, this was the serial killer my classmates has been talking about this past few weeks. A very handsome and oozing with sex appeal serial killer.

"If I kill you, would you beg for your life to be spared?" he asked, still looking at my lips.

My eyebrow rose up. "Why would I beg?"

He looked at my eyes. "You will beg because you're hoping that I would spare your life."

I shrugged my shoulders, not letting him see I was reallt nervous. "It's okay if you kill me. At least I had avenged my best friend's misfortune. Gwen can no longer harm anyone." although nervous I managed to say with angst.

He let go of my chin and grinned. "You're not afraid to die?"

"I'm not afraid of death," I said. Although my mind was already on haywire because of the nervousness I am feeling.

"That's good. Okay then, you should go home. I will be the one to fix the mess you've made." he said, as he walked back to the bathroom.

"I thought you wanted to kill me?" I asked, puzzled.

He stopped walking and looked back at me and smirked. "I kill people who were afraid of death. I want them to beg for their lives to be spared."

"Why do you plan on killing Gwen, then?" I asked out of curiosity.

"You have so many questions, woman. The less you know, the safer you'll be." he said. He continue walking towards the bathroom.

"Why?" I asked again.

"Why what?" he stopped again but he didn't looked back.

"Why do you have to clean something you didn't do?" I asked.

I was surprised when all of a sudden, he was standing in front of me, claiming my lips in a fiery kiss. He moved so fast I didn't realized what was happening. Yet, his kisses were so strangely exquisite. I couldn't help but to kiss him back with equal fervor.

I moaned as he delved his tongue deep into my mouth. My hands snaked into his neck to deepen the kiss while his hands went to my hips, slightly pinching it.

I felt his left hand moving it's way higher. When it reached my left breast, he knead it softly, causing me to moan while his right hand keeps on pressing on my hips.

Moments later, he broke the kiss, we're both panting for breath. "Stop talking and go home. Or you'll be sorry." he said through gritted teeth while looking at me with eyes full of lust, as if he's ready to strip my clothes off any moment if I wouldn't obey him.

"You're the first person to know my real identity. Once the police discover who X truly is, I'll get back at you. And I will be the one to kill your bestfriend, mmkay?" he then whispered into my left ear, nuzzling it at the same time.

Once he let go of me, I didn't think twice, I left that place. I didn't even care if someone might see me because I know he will cover all my tracks. I also have a feeling that this will not be the last time I will come face to face with X.

I couldn't remember how I was able to go home safely that night. All I ever know was I am now lying on my bed. I sighed heavily. I closed my eyes and gingerly touched my lips. I could still feel how his lips lingers into my own. I could still feel his hands kneading my breast. I could feel that unfamiliar sensation in my tummy.

Hours passed but I wasn't able to get some sleep so I've decided to get dressed and go to Tetangco General Hospital. I didn't even had the chance to tell Mr. Henry I was home. I just told Mr. Arnold to hail me a cab.

About 20 minutes later, I was standing in front of Joeana's bed. She's still sleeping. I touched her forehead gently and smiled at her.

"Bestie, I have good news. Gwen's dead. I killed her. I have avenged you. I discovered that she was the one who ordered those men to beat you up. But it's okay now. She will never harm us again, ever." I told her while gently brushing her hair with my bare hands.

"I also got the chance to meet X. You know him, right? The serial killer our classmates was so engrossed on telling about? I met him. He also saved me. He took responsibility on killing Gwen. And you know what, he's effing handsome and smoking hot," I giggled while telling her about X. "I just wished you wake up soon, bestie. I missed you already."

Upon thinking about X, I also remembered the way he kissed me. A faint smile crossed my lips.

I also wished we would meet again and he would kiss me the way he kissed me not two hours ago. I wished we would see each other soon.

Very soon...