Bethel came out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist and a towel around his neck. He carried the towel around his neck and dried his hair with it. As he walked further into his room, he saw Precious sleeping on his couch.

He frowned, who gave her the permission to sleep on his rich couch?! He thought.

"Pauper!" He yelled, making Precious flinch from her sleep. His voice was deep and loud.

"How dare a poor tramp like you sit on my couch talkless of sleeping on it?!" He asked.

Precious frowned, how dare he call her a tramp and belittle her?!

She was hurt, he has...