"Not happening sweetheart," He held her gaze this time, "you can keep your mask on but I want to see your eyes dilate and roll to the back of your head when you cum, and your lips, I want to see the shape they make when you scream my name." 


For Elena, having two identities was already hard enough but sleeping with her boss and keeping it to herself, it sounded so simple but nothing is as easy as it seems.

The perfect piece to complete her disastrous life puzzle sets in place when she receives a positive result on a test she should never have taken.

The devil always catches up with the angels, She is living proof of that because now she has to deal with a third identity she thought she had gotten rid of for good.

His Masked Angel

Elena felt herself being lifted up, at first she thought it was Derek and she'd opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind for not returning with her drink early when she inhaled the heavenly scent that certainly did not belong to her coworker. 


Sandalwood or something of the sort, all man and expensive Cologne and yes she has been in the scene with men long enough to know what expensive Cologne smells like. 


She stopped struggling as he cradled her to him, she felt small against his ripped chest, she could tell even with the suit on him and she didn't know what to do with that information, she resisted the urge to fan herself. 


At least her mask was still on. She thanked God for that, there's a part of her that existed outside the club and she'll be damned if she lets the two get mixed up. 


“Hey, who are you?” she didn’t know how the words came out fluent but it did. 


7: Stranger With The Heavenly Scent