There were a few things in life that could motivate Laia.
One was money. She liked money, a lot.
Another was family. Maybe. That depended on the day.
Hatred was a good one. Hatred was a very good motivator.
Last of all, was sheer, absolute, boredom.
That was her lone defense and justification for what she was doing right now.
Since she had already settled things with the female lead, it was only right for her to pay respects to the male lead, right?
Laia wasn't quite sure how she got any of her bodyguards to go along with this. Perhaps it was her charming personality and lovable attitude? But even if someone had said anything to oppose here, there would be no stopping this– even her new, scary, Mafia-like family who were sure to already be aware of what she was doing.
From the moment she had found a pair of gloves with tiny little suction cups all over the underside, her mind was already made up.
"Madam," a hesitant, unfamiliar voice spoke up from below her, "You really don't have to do this. You can just go through the front door."
Please, have mercy; the man speaking wanted to add on to the end.
Laia placed her foot on a small ledge, stabilizing her stance. She glanced downwards, eying the person who spoke. Over the past few days, she had grown fairly familiar with the faces of most of her guards. It was easy enough for her to single out the foreign voice; aided by his suit and tie which was not the standard uniform of her guards.
He looked a wee bit like a pimp.
"Nah, I'm good," Laia called down.
A bead of sweat hung heavily on her brow, threatening to cloud her vision. "Hey, Saffron? Who's he? Is he the butler here?" she asked. She unstuck her gloved hand from the wall; panicked hisses coming from the feline wrapped around her neck. "Hey," Laia mused, "You should relax. I haven't fallen from something like this yet."
That was the truth. Of course, she had fallen from an assortment of different tall things when she was younger, but that didn't count. This was different. She couldn't have fallen from scaling a building before since she had never done it until today.
Meanwhile, Saffron was currently regretting all the decisions he had made in his life. He regretted angering his Young Master, he regretted aiding this troublesome host, and he regretted answering her questions honestly.
Who would have known that telling her of his immortality would result in him getting dragged into this situation?
He was always getting dragged into things he had no place in!
"The alternative wasn't much better you know," Laia reminded him as if sensing his current train of thought.
Saffron felt a cold shudder run down his spine. He took a peek down, watching as the distance between him and the figures below grew. He remembered how they looked at him with wide, crazed eyes.
In all fairness, Laia looked at him in the same manner when she thought he wasn't looking. At least she understood that there was a line that could not be crossed. Had she left him with those animals, he feared that he would not have escaped their grasp with his dignity intact.
The feline sighed; digging his claws into his host's collar as they inched further away from the ground. She was hanging by her hands on the window sill now. "Yes, that man is the butler of this estate. His name is Norman Hill."
Laia hummed in acknowledgment.
Right now, most of her brainpower was dedicated to figuring out the logistics of swinging from one ledge to another.
If Saffron knew, she did not doubt that he would be berating her. A lot.
"Are you crazy?" A male voice interrupted the bout of mathematics in her head. Looking over, Laia found an opened window; a naked torso and buff, crossed arms greeting her.
Beefy guys weren't necessarily her type, but hey, she didn't mind.
Seeing the man glaring at her with daggers; a smile fell on her lips. "For you?" She batted her eyelashes, "Definitely."
Ah, a picture was definitely worth a thousand words. And her dearest husband's expression? Priceless.
He had the typical restrained bad boy good looks. There wasn't anything particularly special about him. If you looked up the keywords 'ripped shirtless hot guys' on the internet, you would probably see people who resembled him a dozen times.
Making quick work of the three window distance keeping them apart, Laia shortened it down to a hands width. Her arms had an astounding amount of strength for how skinny they were. Alexander hadn't even had the time to react until they were face to face.
"Hi, hubby. Miss me?" Saffron wanted to slam his head into tofu when he heard his host's soft and seductive tone of voice. She was a fairly worldly human, but if there was one thing she did not know, that one thing would be shame.
Alexander stared at the woman he hated– perplexed. On any other day, he would have been jumping at the chance to get away from her. But it appeared that today was not like any other day.
He found himself drawn to her eyes. Have they always looked so…
Malevolent?
Seeing as her dear husband was so entranced with her sheer beauty that he was incapable of responding, Laia withheld a sigh. It would be hard-pressed to have good banter with someone so weak to distractions. Shouldn't she be the one speechless right now since he was currently shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist?
Letting out a hmph; she pushed herself off the ledge and into the room. Saffron leaped from her shoulders and onto the carpeted floor. She offhandedly noted that Alexander hadn't mentioned anything about the oddity of her carrying a cat around on her shoulders.
A bed that could fit a harem of twenty-five, sheets of fine silk, and monochromatic decor made the bedroom Laia was standing in a bachelor's haven. There was even a flatscreen television on the wall acting as a makeshift fire place.
Alexander finally snapped back to reality, "You came back."
This was their communal home; the one she hadn't come back to in nearly a week. He had begun to feel pressured by his parents to find a way to get her to return or face the criticism of the elders.
He could now rest easy, even if he had to be with this detestable person– one he couldn't even share a room with.
"Aw, hubble wubble," Laia cooed, "You did miss me. Oh, my heart is so gooey and mushy and lovey."
In the same way, he had a hard time subduing his shudder, she had a hard time subduing her laugh. Acting like a nauseating human being was so fucking fun.
"Yeah. Sure," Alexander rubbed his face with his palm. "When the butler told me that you were threatening to climb the wall, I didn't think you would actually do it. What would I tell your family if you fell?"
Laia found the kid to be pitiful. He didn't care about her necessarily but cared about appeasing her family. Sure he was a cheating ass, dead beat husband, and her future murderer, but the Hastings had a noose lightly tied around his neck. Her visit today would be like offering him a lifeline.
Sigh, it was really amazing how generous and kind she was, even to figments of fiction.
She shook her head and got back into the zone. "Oh Dearling darlingest, ignore all those irrelevant questions first! Let's talk about why I'm here! I think you'll l-o-v-e what I have for you today!"
A folded up and crumpled piece of paper was fished out of her back pocket. Who cared if it was a legal document? As long as Alexander signed it, her family would get the government to accept it anyway.
It was the power of the rich.
"Ta-da!" Laia passed it over to him.
His reaction was a little lackluster for her liking.
He turned to look at her; eyes prodding.
"You," Alexander pulled a face, "You want to divorce me?"
"Oh good," Laia applauded him, "You can read!"