Bab 14: For Aphrodite's Sake, I'm Handsome.

As Parker casually tossed a crumpled piece of paper onto the coffee table, he smirked. "Here's your to-do list, servant. Don't screw it up," he said, his tone oozing with nonchalance as if he hadn't just flipped her entire world upside down.

Tessa, still too stunned to fully process the situation, snatched up the paper. She scanned it, her jaw tightening with each line.

1. Sort my clothes and hang them properly—no wrinkles.

2. Order my dinner by 7 PM. I don't like waiting.

3. Schedule a massage appointment for tomorrow if I happen to need one. Don't forget to confirm.

4. Buy snacks. Stock the fridge. No junk—protein bars, fruits, water, and maybe something sweet.

5. Be ready to deliver any message I send. No whining, no excuses.

She stared at the list like it had personally offended her. "You've gotta be kidding me," she muttered under her breath, crumpling the paper slightly in her hand.

Parker didn't even look back as he strolled toward the bathroom. "You better get started, Tessa. Clock's ticking."

Tessa's fingers twitched, her mind swirling in chaos. How the hell did this happen? She couldn't stop staring at his retreating figure. He had played her like a violin, turning the situation so completely that now she was stuck here, serving him.

"Never in my life," she muttered bitterly, walking to his backpack, "have I done or ever thought of doing this. Not for my dad, not for my future husband—hell, not even for myself. Yet here I am, a servant to this… this domineering freak." She yanked the zipper on his backpack, fishing out his stuff with a sharpness that betrayed her embarrassment. "And to top it off, he somehow knows. He knows about… my…" Her face burned, and she shoved her thoughts aside.

****

Meanwhile, Parker stepped into the penthouse bathroom, and even he couldn't stop the low whistle that escaped his lips. The space was pure opulence—marble everything, polished to perfection. The bathtub looked like it could hold a small army, with gold fixtures gleaming under the soft recessed lighting.

The walk-in shower boasted multiple rainfall heads, and a heated towel rack stood at the ready. It was so bougie it almost made him laugh.

Stripping off his clothes, Parker climbed into the oversized bathtub, his body sinking into the warm, cozy water as it flowed in. He sighed deeply, his muscles instantly relaxing. For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension of the past day melted away.

"System," he murmured, closing his eyes, "pull up all the notifications I missed."

[Ding! Spent $1,000; earned $10,000. Funds transferred to your private card.] This was the money he used to pay for the bus driver.

Parker had used the start-up money from the system do pay, getting 10x.

He grinned. "Easiest money I've ever made." That morning, he'd posed as a bus driver for the boot camp gig, spending the startup cash from the system. Now, his account balance sat pretty at $19,000.

[Ding! +5 affection points from Tessa Wilder!]

"Figures," he snorted.

[Ding! 4 random spins unlocked for increasing an individual's affection points to 53 in record time!]

"Man, girls like her are broken," Parker muttered, his laugh echoing off the walls. Tessa's protests earlier had only fueled his resolve, earning him another five points. With her at 53 now, he knew he was closing in. "If I play this right, she'll hit 100 by the end of the five days."

"Alright," he said, sitting up. "Time to put it to work. System, give me the Aphrodite Elixir."

In his hand appeared a small glass vial, its golden liquid swirling hypnotically. The sweet smell hit him instantly, and without hesitation, he popped the top and downed it in one gulp.

At first, nothing happened.

"Well, that's anti—"

Suddenly, pain tore through his body like fire, and Parker doubled over, a guttural scream ripping from his throat. His muscles clenched, his vision blurred, and every nerve felt like it was being rewired.

He clawed at the edge of the tub as his body transformed. His frail frame filled out, lean muscle wrapping perfectly around his bones. His black hair grew longer, silkier, falling just past his shoulders. His sharp jawline became even more defined, and his lips softened into a perfect shade of red that looked unreal.

His eyes—always a striking black—now carried a subtle golden ring around the irises, giving him an otherworldly allure.

When the pain finally stopped, Parker slumped back into the tub, gasping for air.

"What the hell…" he muttered, glancing at his reflection in the mirror after cleaning up the black goe. A smirk slowly crept across his face.

"For Aphrodite's Sake, I'm Handsome."

****

Tessa stood in Parker's bedroom, surrounded by his belongings. Her fingers moved over the crisp shirts and neatly folded trousers, arranging everything with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

She could still hear the faint hum of water running from the bathroom, and her mind kept replaying his earlier commands.

'Why am I even doing this?' she thought, biting her lip as her cheeks flushed. This wasn't just humiliating—it was surreal. She had never lifted a finger for anyone, not even herself, yet here she was, sorting some stranger's wardrobe like a maid.

Her hand froze mid-air when a sharp, agonizing scream cut through the air.

Her heart skipped.

"Parker?!" she whispered to herself, fear creeping into her voice.

Torn between staying put and investigating, her curiosity won out. Her feet moved before her brain could stop them, and she found herself outside the bathroom door.

The door was slightly ajar.

Tessa peeked inside—and froze.

There he stood, Parker Black, utterly naked, in front of the bathroom mirror. Her eyes widened as they roamed over his body. His skin was flawless, smooth, and glowing under the bathroom's soft lighting. His physique was unreal—lean but perfectly defined muscles, each one rippling as he moved slightly.

His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, and his long legs seemed like they were carved from marble.

But it was his face that took her breath away.

His features were sharper now—chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that looked like they belonged in a perfume ad. His black hair had grown longer, falling in silky waves around his face.

And his eyes… the familiar black irises now had a faint golden ring around them almost unnoticeable, giving him an otherworldly intensity.

"W-who… who are you?" Tessa stammered, her voice shaky. She didn't even realize she had stepped fully into the bathroom.

Parker turned to her, his gaze icy and commanding. "What? Forgetting your master already, servant?"

The words made her breath hitch. His new face might have been stunning, but she could still see the essence of the Parker Black she just meant. Her lips parted to respond, but her eyes unintentionally traveled lower—and widened in shock.

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. "S-so big…" she whispered, barely audible.

Parker scoffed, snapping her out of her daze. "Get out, you pervert." His voice was laced with annoyance.

"I—this is your fault!" she shot back, her embarrassment quickly turning into indignation. "Why are you even that… huge?!"

Parker groaned. "I've been like this since I was a kid. Deal with it."

"..."

Tessa blinked, her brain struggling to process his casual explanation. She backed out of the bathroom, her face still burning. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned against it, her thoughts chaotic.

'What just happened?'

Inside, Parker ran a hand through his hair, now slightly damp from the steam rising in the luxurious bathroom. The bathtub, big enough to fit two, had been a haven of warmth, and he could still feel the relaxing effect of the water.

But none of that compared to what he had just gone through.

He smirked, taking a last glance at himself in the mirror. "System," he said, his tone commanding. "Show me my status."

A translucent screen appeared in front of him, displaying his stats.

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