The door opened and Alex walked into the villa on his own.

Unexpectedly, the living room was completely empty. He felt the sudden urge to pee and rushed to his usual room. There was a bathroom attached.

He flung the bathroom door open and froze.

There was someone inside of the bathroom—Beatrice Assex, whom he had met at California State University just a while ago. More importantly, she was bent slightly forward, attaching her sanitary pad on her underwear.

Their eyes met.

Beatrice was surprised too.

After freezing in place for five seconds, she let out a high pitch scream. “Rockefeller, you jerk! I’ll kill you!”

Alex was smart, he knew he needed to run. “Hey, I didn't mean to! I didn’t see anything.”

Just as he tried to get out of the house, Alex noticed that Claire had come home.

Hearing Beatrice’s screams, she grabbed Alex, who was ready to make a run for it. She said angrily, “Hey Rockefeller, you ungrateful loser! Have you been bullying Beatrice again? Don’t you dare run