A WEEK LATER
I made up my mind-I need a vacation. I need to get the hell out of house and forget about all of this. The heartbreak, the betrayal and continuous failed auditions. After I was dressed and ready, I looked around my room, then stared down at my passport and luggage, packed on the bed. This will be the first time I'll be leaving China. That's where my family has lived since Mom remarried and had my twin sisters. My stepfather, a Hollywood filmmaker, works in the United States. I was eighteen when Mother joined the film industry and the two relocated to the U.S. They visit occasionally, while I was left behind with the twins. I turned to my childhood sketch of me. I had glued the torn pieces together, and taped it back to the wall. "I am sorry I was mean to you, Charlotte. You are beautiful, kind, hardworking and talented. I lost it and said cruel words to you. Forgive me". I smiled sadly. "Charlotte, do you see my gold bracelet? The one my boyfriend Tony gifted me?" Chloe's voice yelled from the living room. "You dropped it on the couch. And you're really old enough to stop relying on me every time, Chloe. You're twenty-two!" I yelled back and sighed. I took one last look around my room. "I guess this is it," I said quietly, forcing a sad smile. Just as I picked up my luggage and was about to leave, Chloe barged into my room-wearing nothing but pink lace panties and a matching bra. Her body was the perfect hourglass shape you can imagine. The kind that turned heads. That kind of small waist that made other girls suck in their tummies. Curves in all the right places. She looked like she belonged on a Barbie magazine cover. "Wait a minute, Charlotte-you're leaving? Is this because my boyfriend Jun dumped you to date me?" I froze. "Excuse me? Your boyfriend?" I asked, turning slowly to face her, stunned. She blinked, then shrugged like she was clueless about why I reacted that way. "Well, yeah. I accepted his love proposal." "What? Are you kidding me? Chloe, I thought you were dating Tony!" "Well, now I'm dating Jun. Are you mad? I didn't know you'd be offended. Wow. Now I feel bad. Do you still love him? Maybe I should call him and tell him it's over. I just didn't think you were the insecure type. I thought you'd understand-he wants me, not you." I was speechless. Like... no words would come out. My mouth opened slightly, but I had nothing. I took a deep breath, forcing calm into my voice. "First of all, Chloe, I'm not insecure or angry because my ex-boyfriend went for you." Just then, her twin sister Zoey walked in, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Her hair was wild, and she had on her pajamas with a cartoon doughnut printed across her heavy bosom. "What are you two arguing about?" she mumbled, scratching her head. "It's early morning. Charlotte, can you just make breakfast already? I'm starving. Had my period last night. I need something made of chocolate." I shook my head. "Sorry, ma'am," I said, grabbing my passport and dragging my luggage behind me, "I can't miss my flight. I gotta go." Zoey's eyes widened as she blinked away the sleep. "Wait a minute, where are you going?!" "Outside China," I answered. "To look for your dad who impregnated Mom and ran away?" Zoey asked. I paused, pressed my lips together, and pushed the anger back. Then I turned around and gave her a sarcastic smile. "No... and thank you for the reminder." "Hey, wait! Is Mom aware that you're leaving?" Chloe asked, following me to the hallway with a slight frown on her face. Zoey joined her. "Noooo! But I sent Mom a text message!" I yelled back without stopping. "Who's going to cook then?! We can't cook you know that!" Zoey shouted dramatically. I rolled my eyes and turned at the door, my hand already on the handle. "Get a maid, sweetie!" Zoey gasped. "A maid?! Do you know how much they cost, Charlotte?!" I played deaf and walked out of the house. The cab driver stepped out and opened the car boot for me. "Thanks," I murmured as I handed him my luggage. Settling inside the car, I felt a tear slide down my cheek- but I quickly wiped it away.I stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, like I was entering a sacred temple.And there, on the edge of the bed—I found not just one pad.A freaking collection.A full box of pads. A variety pack of tampons. A small heat patch. A fresh bottle of water. And neatly placed bars of dark chocolate.I just stood there, stunned.Who is this man?Was he raised by angels? Trained to be the ideal adult male?I took a tampon, resisted the urge to take the chocolate bar.But it was impossible, so I grabbed one and sprinted back into the bathroom.After taking my bath, I changed into clean clothes from my luggage. But now I had a new battle:should I leave?What if he is not as good as he presents himself. What if I am in danger? I have never been to the United states before.I made up my mind and gathered my stuff quickly then walked to the door.“Please be unlocked,” I murmured, and pulled the knob.The door opened. I was relieved. But another mind told me to think positively. I paused… and
“Thank… thank you…” I murmured after finally getting myself together. He simply nodded, then asked gently, “Is everything alright? You were crawling…” I leapt to my feet so fast I almost pulled a hamstring. “Oh! Totally! Yep. Just… morning stretches. Burning a few calories. Gotta keep the blood flowing, right?” I flung my arms up like I was in a mid-aerobics class. “Just a little crawling cardio.” He stared, then blinked, confused. “…Okay,” he said quietly and nodded. “I had to bring you along. You got drunk, I apologize for not being able to stop you from drinking too much.” He added, then turned and gestured toward the other corner of the room. “Your luggage is there.” My eyes followed his finger. But they didn’t make it to the luggage… they shifted to his back. A badass, realistic colored tiger tattoo—the artist must be blessed with magic fingers. I stared… never knew I could find a tattoo that attractive. When he turned back to me, I quickly looked away, pretending
A sweet aroma hit me first. My nose twitched, and my stomach growled before my eyes even opened. Then—bam—reality crept in. Where the hell am I? I was lying with my hands and legs spread apart in the middle of a msssive king-sized bed. What the hell... I sat up too fast and instantly regretted it because the room spun. My hand flew to my head as I blinked around. The room was huge and bright. Ridiculously clean. Everything screamed luxury. Glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling. A city skyline blinked back at me, smugly. Black-and-gold furniture. Expensive arts. What… is this place? Still, I couldn’t help but whisper, “Please tell me I wasn’t kidnapped by a serial killer with a cleaning fetish.” Then my heart skipped. I looked down and sighed in relief. “I’m not naked. That’s a win,” I muttered, then frowned in confusion. “But… how did I get here?” I scratched my hair, looked around as my brain struggled to piece things together. I’d been on a fl
“I can’t die a virgin,” I whispered under my breath. Tears blurred my vision, and then I said it again. I was going into an anxiety attack, my hands were shaking. I grabbed my hair. “I CAN’T DIE A VIRGIN! Please God!” I yelled loudly. I don't care if anyone was listening. A 29 year old virgin is just pathetic. My anxiety doubled as more and more cries and confessions of other passengers filled my ears. “I can't die a virgin”. I muttered again, my body shaking visibly. And then… two large hands cupped my cheeks. I blinked up, startled. My hot seatmate, he had shifted to the middle seat close to me. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m a virgin too. I mean—see? You’re better than me. I’m a guy… and still one. It's okay. ” He laughed sadly. “Here.Your oxygen mask. Put it on”. He said to me, breathing heavily. I was trembling, drenched in fear and tears. “Why does it matter, we are crashing anyway.” I said and closed my eyes crying silently. “Please put your oxyg
My mind was racing a thousand miles per second. Was he really trying to start a conversation with me? Or was he just trying to be polite because he noticed how much I was struggling? Maybe it was the latter. I glanced at him again. Sadly, he was back to scrolling through his phone. My eyes went to the nose mask, my curiosity eating at me. Why is he wearing a nose mask? Is he hiding something? Maybe something about his teeth he's insecure of? Before I could stop myself, my inner thought came out. “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking... Why are you wearing the mask?” The moment the question left my lips,I regretted it. Oh my god! Why did I say that! That must be offensive to him! What's my business with his nose mask? I cursed inwardly, my heart raced. I truly wished I could crawl under the seat and disappear. Who asks something like that? “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. That was so offensive. I apologize”. But surprisingly, he d
The flight attendant’s voice came through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. Our flight from Chengdu to New York will take approximately 15 hours and 20 minutes...” Fifteen. Hours?! Fifteen hours with him next to me! The flight attendant’s voice cut into my thoughts. “We’ll be cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet..” A short pause, then the safety briefing began. I wasn’t sure why the safety announcement sounded like a calm warning of doom. Maybe because my anxiety was already hitting the roof. I’ve flown before, but it all sounded extra dramatic now that I’m sitting beside someone who makes my heart race just by existing. I peeked sideways and saw him shifting in his seat, raised a hand to his hair, and—oh. He tied it up. His hair into a small ponytail, a few strands falling down his face. I noticed a dark tattoo inked on the back of his neck. And then on his ears, two silver piercings at the top of his ear and a tiny black one at the ea