Pendekar Spirit Naga

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Chapter 1 : It's  just the beginning

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Is it the beginning or the end?

Are you kidding me!

This was the end!

Definitely the end, at least for me.

Now for those who don't know me, you must be thinking why am I being so dramatic for the first thing in the morning?

Trust me you would as well if you were in my position too.

Spending the last night of my vacation by partying and drinking into oblivion was the highlight of my master plan.

Waking up, naked and tangled in the sheets with a stranger was definitely not.

Yes, there was a stranger beside me and he was sleeping very peacefully with his arm around my midsection.

He looked a couple of years older than me, must be in his late twenties if I was not guessing wrong.

The man appeared as calm as a sleeping tiger can be who just had its meal of the night wholeheartedly.

No matter how breathtakingly handsome this man may seem, he was still a stranger.

And so was my surroundings.

This man can also be a serial killer, so I should be alerted.

Shit, that could also be true!

But at least I think he must have been one handsome serial killer.

All right! It was too frightening to be thinking about serial killers in a strange place with a stranger beside them, so, let’s not walk in that route.

That's exactly why I said this is the end.

Or could be a delicious new beginning.

'Okay, stop there' you need to take control of your thoughts right now.' I murmured as my thoughts were getting out of control.

'Think, think… how did you end up here?' I tried to figure out.

"Shit! What the fuck did I do last night?"

And why the hell was I here, tangled up in the sheets with a stranger?

Calm down. I tried to calm down myself because no way I was ready to have a panic attack first thing in the morning

It's been long since I had a panic attack and judging by my actions, I could clearly feel my inside clenching with a sense of uncertainty.

I learnt never to drink to fill up my guts unless I want to end up with a parched throat dryer than the Sahara desert and a killer headache.

Consider the lesson that was learned.

My body was feeling sour.

The pain was not bad, to be honest.

It was worth it actually.

Why?

Well, my body was aching from the after-effects of the best s*x I ever had, thanks to the delicious devil sleeping beside me.

So yeah it was worth it.

For your kind information, I was no masochist and neither the man beside me was any sadist.

I have lost count of how many times I have orgasmed last night thanks to Mister Stranger.

This man was my nirvana personified.

Curious?

Then I have to disclose about how I met him in the first place.

Beware, you are all in for one hell of a sexy ride.