Chapter 2 The beginning

Yesterday was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I was so drunk that it would happen in my 23 years of existence, swearing to God as I promised not to let that occur again.

I will no longer get groggy and drink alone just because of Billy. From this time forward, being a weak human being will eliminate my personality.

It's eight pm already. I just finished my dinner, watching N*****x here in the living room. It's a common pastime aside from doing my designs.

The air outside the balcony is excellent, and I feel the sadness of being alone without understanding why. I almost have everything—good work, a house, and a career, but I still long for something.

I get everything I want. Eat whatever I love, and have a good life. Even though I don't have siblings, I enjoyed my youth as I grew up in my parent's care.

I was about to sleep, but notifications popped up on my phone's screen. No one knew my number aside from Billy and intimate friends.

I look at it instantly with curiosity, "Hey there ..! How are you now? It seems like you just hit and run on me, little brat. I'm just kidding. I want to check on you. You were so aggressive the last time we were together and intense in bed. Hope to see you soon. Much love lots, Baby."

[Ally Point of View]

The one-night stand is new to me and exciting. Fortunately, I got Hannah's number before she left me.

I decided to go out yesterday rather than stress myself to Dad. I thought fixed marriage was only in other countries, but I was wrong, and even here in the Philippines, it's a trend.

I bumped into Hannah at the bar. She impressed me with her sense of humor as I chatted with her for a while, making me forget my problem.

I found her cute and not only beautiful but was excellent as well on the bed, hearing nothing else in the whole room but her sounds, enjoying what I was doing.

The whiteness and smoothness of her body were captivating. If I were a real man, perhaps I would probably get her pregnant so she could chase me like forever.

[Hannah's Point of View]

Holy cow! How did she get my number? I'm not that drunk, as I recall. I'm just emotional and upset that my best friend broke her promise.

Talk shit of hers. Indeed, it shows that she doesn't need me once more because they are on good terms. When that guy deceived her again, that was the only time Billy would notice me.

"I'm fucked off, dude! Go away and leave me alone." I want to say every time she comes to me, she is heartbroken.

Oh shit! Did that girl meddle with my phone? I can't blame her, and perhaps she's curious because we had sex. Why would she get my number to get to know each other, to have the second meet and sex again? Is that so?

What the hell, I was thinking? The people now were so wild and loved to experiment and explore things.

That's not bad either, but the thing is, I have nothing to do with her. It's just a one-night stand, and I'm not into a commitment. What the fuck.

Why does she need to get my number? Why am I worried? It's just her, or maybe I'm afraid Billy may find out. Is that why I'm concerned about it?

"Oh, come on, Hannah, it's just a message. It doesn't mean she's in a serious relationship. It can be just hanging out with benefits. Why don't you try to go out with her and enjoy fun so Billy will not be the only person in your mind."

It's like the other part of me talking shit. Why the hell do I worry that much? I'm single, and only I'm in this complicated fucking relationship.

I don't know what kind, but I'm definitely in love with Billy. She's my first. We had sex, everything, and yet it was nothing as hell. Goddamn, it!

It's already 10 pm late. It suddenly came back into my mind what was happening that night. I can still remember some details that happened to us in the Hotel.

How did we end up there? Every part of her body, even her smell, the sounds of excitement and romance we had.

But in my heart, I was hoping and imagining it was Billy with whom I was having intercourse. She has been my dream girl ever since we were in high school. I don't know what she did to me, why I was so naïve when it came to her.

I didn't feel the same about Billy as I had sex with that girl from the bar. So intimate and different.

The feelings and acts were mutual, far from Billy, and I had sex as nothing, done quickly. I'm the only one who enjoyed it and was satisfied! I felt betrayed. Why did I let that happen to me, being humiliated?

"Hey, are you there? Aren't you going to reply to me?" she even started to pursue me again.

Do I need to respond to her? What I'm going to tell you? What? Talk about what happened that night. This circumstance is not fun. I don't have time for this.

"Sooner or later, we will meet each other again, Baby. I promise we will enjoy it again, but this time you are not drunk because It's too hard to resist you.😘" she even put an emoji on it.

"Should I text her back? What would Billy think If I did that?" talking to myself.

It's my first time encountering this, so I don't know how to react. Maybe leave it that way, or it is better to change my SIM card so she can't bother me again. That's the best thing to do, I think.

I'm not supposed to worry this much. There's no big deal, and we're both single and ready to mingle. Why do I need to think about Billy always?

She didn't even care what I would feel every time she didn't show up and disregarded me.

Finally, it was time to sleep, but Billy called in the messenger. I won't answer and listen to her excuses anymore.

She would apologize a million times, promising not to do it again. I understand we're not a real couple, but at least keep her word. If she can't make it, don't promise I won't expect anything in return.

The girl at the bar was lovely and a bit attractive; perhaps if we met first, we could be in a serious relationship, I guess so.

Billy kept on calling, but I ignored it and tried to sleep. Tomorrow morning I need to go back to work. In my two days' absence, Anna will go to kill me.

I need to focus on my company, and that thing that happened last night will bury it in oblivion.