Chapter 3

Her ex-boyfriend once kissed Shean, and that was only for a moment.  She didn't feel anything in that kiss.  She can't even remember what exactly her ex-boyfriend's kiss feels like.  And just by looking at the guy who heads out of the exit door, she felt a mixture of regret and desire.

She wanted to feel the way that handsome guy’s lips moved against her lips, how his tongue was moving in and out of her mouth, teasing her, giving her a mind-bending sensation. She imagined how every stroke of his lips made her burst in intense heat and passion.

A sensual light moan came out of her mouth, and it was just because she was imagining this man giving her an exhilarating kiss.  She was imagining him snaking his long, strong arms on her waist and pulling her against his strong body.  One of his hands caresses her neck. It was going down.  The tempting sensation in each of her fibers made her body tremble.

She envisions her back arched to meet his delicious body.  She imagined herself in between his legs while feeling the arousal of his manhood.  His scent was so masculine it intoxicates her whole being.

"Darn!"

Shean suddenly blushed alone when she felt the wetness of her undergarment. She had a wet feeling down there.

That was new!

Really.

And it felt both great and hard.  It feels good, but it hurts her loins.

She even wanted to be so flustered when she could hardly see the figure of the stranger who finally came out of the coffee shop.  A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man.

God!  This is it!  The letters, sentences, and statements of her next work are already playing in her brain.

Shean could hardly recognize herself in the newly discovered feelings inside her.  That man… that handsome man, and his strange charisma was the only thing she needs to liven the worldly part of her brain.

But, will they ever meet again?

She hopes so...

"ARE YOU with me, sweetheart?"

 Randall suddenly turned to his girlfriend when she poked him.

 Darn, that woman!

 He blushed at himself.  He is in the province to fix the problem with Kattie. But he cannot coax it properly because his brain is always flying back to Manila—back to that dangerously hot woman who unashamedly watching a porn video in public.  He just thanked her for muting it while watching it because it would probably cause a scandal there.

 And it doesn't look like the woman is wild.  She looks simple.  She is not vulgar nor gives a hint to flirt with him when he gets close, and they face each other.  She was just plain and simple yet, undeniably beautiful.  She looks so captivating while gazing up at him.  Fierce yet innocent.

 But that being said, looks can be deceiving.  What does he know about that woman?

 However, he got a big problem after he interfered with what she was doing.  She never left his mind from then on.  She was burning him with desire.  Intense and wishful emotions continue to flow throughout his whole being every time he remembers everything about her.  He used to think about how attractive the silky smooth neck of that woman is.  Something that has never happened to him in his entire twenty-eight years of existence in the world.

 He had been with so many women, bedded some of them.  But he never felt that intense feeling in any of the women he had slept.

 He just stopped flirting and having one night stand because he met Kattie a year ago. A simple but combative woman.  She is also hopeless romantic that she always compared him to the men in the pocketbook he reads.

 At first, he was okay with that.  He thought it was a good sign that he saw her in his favorite books to read.  He also thought of hiding his true identity from Kattie because he wanted to know if she would still love him even if he was not the exact hero in the books that she reads. The perfect epitome of manhood that wealth being the first factor that pulls the characters.

 But later, her comparison with him became worse.

 What she wants is for him to always prove his love for her at every moment.  More or less, she was about to tell him to look for a dragon and fight like a knight in a fairy tale.

 And that was tiring.  Is he the only one who has to prove it?  How about her? Don’t she need to prove her love for him as well?

 That is why it took him so long to hide his identity from her.  Because he always thinks of giving her more time and opportunity to see his worth. Because if Kattie truly loves him, even if he is not what she dreams of in a man, he will still be enough for her.

 He has plans of telling her everything, but it is not the right time yet.  He did not know why he still had to test Kattie.  He knew she was different.  She is not like those women who only love his money and body.

But still, it is better to be sure.

  "Ran!"  She yelled at him.

 They were in the small yard of their house and sitting together in an elongated wooden chair.

 He slept in their living room last night because, of course, his parents would not allow them to be together in the same room.  That is the typical mindset of the provincial people.

 No wedding, no loving.

 Randall also has plans to marry Kattie.  But maybe, when the day comes that he has proven what he wants to establish.  That she loves him no matter what he is.  And they will live their life like the fantasy she always dreamed of.

 On his side, isn't it proofs that he loves her when he makes all the sacrifices?  He endured sleeping in the cold and hard bamboo chair, just to be with Kattie for a longer time.  He does not complain even though his girlfriend just calls him to nagged on him rather than saying hello or how was he doing. often when he calls to say hello.  She always nagged About how he lacks time for her and why not just work there in the province. After all, he is just a sales clerk in Manila.  He can look for a similar job in that area.

 Yes, he told her he was just a sales clerk in a department store in Manila.  Why? Because he met her as a simple woman, and he wanted to match Kattie's simplicity.