Hart attempted to focus on the road, ignoring the swelling feeling in his pants. She was arousing him just by being herself and he couldn’t hold back. Shifting the gear in place, he raged all the way to his secret nest, a place even his father didn’t know of.
The house was a secret location that only he and Milla knew. Following her death three years ago, he had fallen into deep misery. Tonight had been her death anniversary, and he had visited her grave that afternoon. One year ago on the same night, he had decided that was time that he let her go. But the house would always remain, to preserve the sweetest memories they had spent together.
To his surprise, he had chanced upon a person so similar to her.
Myra alighted cautiously, taking a step at a time as she followed Hart into the vacant house, awestruck. It was a splendid yet homely escape. A warm and fuzzy feeling spread in her chest as she stepped into the living room, curious by what Hart was planning to do.
The house was just as clean as it was at her death. Hart would hide in the house whenever he felt down or lonely. His beliefs led him to believe Milla had moved on in the afterlife. He knew Milla would have wanted him to move on as well, but he had yet to find that particular someone who could fill up space in his heart.
“Wait,” he signalled to Myra, before disappearing momentarily to reappear with one of Milla’s unused bathrobes. Since she didn’t have a change of clothes, that would have to do for now.
She closed the glass bathroom door behind her, which was translucent enough for him to sight the shape of her body against the glass. Myra had such great curves, and the wet dress just amplified them. He heard the sounds of her unclasping her bra, taking a few deep, rapid breaths to calm his furious heart.
The bathrobe ended just below her knees, but what concerned him was how he was imagining her under the bathrobe. Her bare and smooth skin, completely naked apart from the thin material of the bathrobe. Fortunately, Myra did not appear to have a problem with the robe, appearing particularly mischievous as she questioned him.
“Is this where you live?” Myra winked. “Or do you hide women here?”
By now, Myra was convinced that Hart was a gigolo of some sort. Judging by the way he carried himself and his attitude towards her, despite being bold, there was no way he could be one of the wealthy socialites of Bali. In fact, he was rather humble.
Yet, the fact that he had just brought a stranger back to his home proved to her he was willing to sell his body for benefits. She couldn’t blame him when she had shared such ill intentions.
Now that he was standing before her, she had a full view of his 6’2” height. She was a mere 5’6”, feeling small and powerless against his tall and slim figure.
“It’s where I drink,” he said the truth. Revealing the stash carefully stowed away in a hidden compartment under the sofa, he withdrew one bottle of red wine. He returned briefly with two wine glasses and offered Myra a glass, which he filled to the brim.
She emptied it with glee and gestured for Hart to refill the glass. Her capacity to drink often left others in awe, but for Hart, it only reminded him more of how his Milla had been a superb drinker.
“Such similarity…” he whispered in a soft tone, handing her the fifth glass.
By the sixth glass, the alcohol was getting to her, although she found herself still capable to walk and dance. A voice in her wanted to cry out her sorrows of how she had wished for everything with Jake, giving him her virginity and naively believing he was genuinely interested in her. They had shared the same bed in the hotel for weeks, making love to each other every day until the day she found him embracing the unknown girl at the party.
And now she wanted to desperately cleanse her mind and body of such filth.
“You’re crying,” Hart ventured closer, gently rubbing away the tears in her eyes with his sleeve. “Did I say or do something wrong? Or you don’t like the wine?”
She sighed and shook her head.
“It’s all in the past. A failed relationship. That’s all.”
He absorbed the sorrow in her words. “Milla, forget the past. Let me heal your pain.”
“Myra,” she corrected. Then she looked at him intensely. “Accompany me tonight. You will be handsomely paid in the morning.”
He liked how feisty she was. Playfully he pinned her down on the sofa, caressing her apple-red cheeks. “Okay, Miss Myra. I’m at your service. What do you want me to do?”
She felt a tear descend her cheek. “Help me forget him. I can’t wait until the day I manage to erase him from my mind. His presence is dirtying me.”
He knew it was pointless to ask whether this ‘him’ was the failed relationship and promptly released her, caressing her hair gently. His lips brushed against hers, slowly cajoling her to open her mouth as he filled her with the warmth of his kisses. The sensation soothed her, making her forget she was with a man she had just met more than an hour ago. One hand snaked around her narrow waist, while the other crept up her thigh, triggering sensations she had not realised before.
The alcohol in her bloodstream was leading her mind astray, and in no time she found herself wet with craving. Perhaps this man was the answer to her problems, she thought, kissing him back angrily as his tongue met with hers passionately.
Milla, Milla… he called out unconsciously in his mind. Is it you?
He remembered how Milla had loved for him to pull on her robes, undressing her in a moment of flurry. This time, Myra was egging him on, pulling him against her bare body as her robe fluttered to the ground, getting lost in the darkness of the night.
He pulled away from Myra suddenly, realising his blunder. There was no way she could be Milla and be still alive, especially after he had found her lifeless body in the forest, with her clothes ripped apart. The police had suspected she had been robbed, but he had always felt that there was something more. Milla had to be murdered.
Watching how the woman below him was convulsing with need, he realised his blunder. She was Myra, not Milla.
Her eyes flew open and she yelled at him irately.
“Why did you stop? Did I allow you to stop? You have to take responsibility for what you promised!”
His eyes turned dark with desire. “Myra, are you not afraid of something more than this? Will you be able to withstand what follows?”
Her eyes challenged him like a fighter towards his opponent. “I accept your challenge.”
His heart was thumping. He looked down at this woman standing without a stitch on her, with her arm raised in challenge. “Are you sure?”
Before she could object, he lifted her bridal style and had carried her into the master bedroom. It was a room he had made love with Milla countless times. In his heart, he apologised to her a few times, although he reckoned Milla would have wanted him to have another in her absence.
Dimming the lights, he set Myra down on the bed, where he resumed his passionate conquest of her lips. Myra prepared herself for what was about to come next, closing her eyes as she felt his hands streak down her bare shoulders to explore her naked torso. His touches were bringing chills down her spine, yet she knew she was already responding to his teasing. Jake had never touched her like that before, often finishing quickly and falling asleep after.
She found herself moaning incessantly with each stroke of his fingers until the exact moment arrived, causing her moans to turn to that of pain. But the pain she felt had been accompanied by pleasure. After what seemed like forever, she collapsed from tiredness in his arms, only for her to relive the moment as he took her again and again.
Hart turned out to have an insatiable appetite. In addition, her body was throbbing from all the hickeys he had left on her body. Albeit her discomfort, she was leaning into his arms and yearning for more.
He lifted her chin to face him.
“Now, do you understand what it means to be able to withstand what follows?” he quelled her with his hot-blooded tone.
Ah! So that was what he meant!
All of a sudden, they were disrupted by some loud knocks on the door. From the window, fearsome-looking silhouettes passing by instilled fear in Myra. Hart hushed her with a finger on his lips. “Stay silent! They can’t know I’m here!” he whispered.
She shivered, pulling the blanket over her head in her fluster. Were they about to die at the hands of killers?
Myra saw Jake hesitate.It was now or never. She had to have answers to her doubts about the marriage with Jake. If she and Jake didn’t have that chemistry together, that proved one thing: she wasn’t truly in love with Jake.Even when she owned those memories of cheating on Hart with Jake, and she knew she loved him at one point.But those three years that she had lost; had she loved him?She only wished that she had written down the memories somewhere, like a diary of some sorts, to ascertain her feelings for him during those three years.She saw Jake come near. That’s right, she said in her mind. Come closer. I just want to feel if we have that chemistry between us.
“Hart, is that really you?”Her eyes widened with terror as she came close to the stranger whom she believed to be who she was waiting for so long. Please, she begged, let this be true. Let this stranger be Hart. She didn’t know what to expect, after having lost three years of memories.She just needed answers. And Hart was the one who held the key to her finding out what she needed to know.The stranger continued flicking on the lighter but to no avail as the cigarette wasn’t lighting up. She stopped just in front of him, trying to find out for herself if he was indeed the man she was waiting for.Jake mentioned Hart had left her for three long years. In her memories, she and Hart had been intimate. He couldn’t have lied to her. Why would h
Love?Myra remembered how she had rejected Jake the night at the old house, but she couldn’t absorb how he readily told her that he loved her. It was like she was dreaming. How was it possible he was in love with her?Especially with the missing three years from her memory, it made her question what was the truth. Putting one and one together, yes, they were married, but there were just too many puzzle pieces that confused her.Jake stopped the car just outside a serene-looking park. She didn’t recollect anything in her mind about this place, though the ambience stole her attention. J&M Park. Jake and Myra. A cheesy enough name indeed. So, Jake owned this place, she thought.She walked with him to the swings. It had been a long time since she rememb
Myra sat silently watching her father in his paralysed state while a middle-aged maid patiently fed him his lunch. Hours had passed since Jake had spoken to her, but she was still unable to accept the fact that it was three years past.Her father had aged quickly, but at least, his face looked a lot more peaceful than before. She wondered what had happened during this time. Had he suffered? Was she a dutiful daughter?The more she tried to rack her brains, the more her mind appeared a total blank.“Myra?” Jake’s deep voice surprised her, waking her from her thoughts. The maid greeted him before resuming feeding the aged man.“Uh…”“Let’s go for a walk,” he ges
To wake up again in a white-walled ‘prison’ was the worst thing to ever happen to Myra, for the second time. Rubbing her eyes, she surveyed the surroundings.There were white walls, but a second glance told her she wasn’t in the hospital. She searched her mind for what she remembered last. But all she recalled was falling down the stairs in her father’s mansion before she collapsed. She and Sierra had gone home for a bit to spend the night there, and in the morning, the accident happened.She touched her flat tummy and contemplated if her pregnancy was affected. If the fall had been so nasty, the life of her unborn child, despite still being a fetus, would be at stake. She crossed her fingers and prayed silently.A tap on the door ensued. She quickly answered for the person to come in.
Two weeks laterMyra sauntered past the corridors of her university, walking past the noisy crowds. As usual, Lionel didn’t bother to look at her and neither did his goons. It was like she had offended them, but there was just too much on her mind for her to bother about them.Time had passed so quickly since the fight between Hart and Jake, but fortunately, Hart’s job was not at stake. Instead, he told her that Jake had delegated Mrs Hoo to take over the collaboration, as if nothing had happened. Neither had he taken any action against Hart for his physical injuries.From that day onwards, Jake never appeared in the university ever again. While it was a relief for Myra, a question remained unanswered. Why was she feeling empty that Jake was no longer in contact with her? Even when Hart made love to her every night, an unsettled feeling lingered deep inside her.[No, stop it. Hart is who you need to be with.]She told herself calm