I felt someone kissing the top of my head as I slowly purred awake. Instantly, my arms searched for something to hug, as I was used to sleeping while hugging a pillow or a stuffed toy. When I felt someone beside me, I immediately hugged it and felt that it's a naked torso.
Memories of last night came to my mind, slowly, one by one as if a movie trailer. That instantly brought a smile to my face and I purred again, then I heard him chuckle as he continuously showered me with morning kisses.
"Good morning, sweetheart," his morning voice completed my day in an instant.
Sweetheart.
Ah, yea. I pushed all those dramas away and let him call me with the endearment that Dion used to call me before. I knew it could backfire on me someday, but who cares of what might happen tomorrow, I wanted to enjoy what this day could offer and will try my best to grab each chance I'd have.
"Morning, babe," I greeted back.
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"Oh my god, you two had a sex?" I nodded and her eyes widen and even more. "And you are saying, it wasn't just once, but you had several rounds during the night and the morning after? You two even took a shower together?" When I nodded for the ninth time around, Caroline's jaw fell in an utter shock. She wasn't expecting that I would do such an act, well, neither I wasn't expecting for that to happen, but yea, it did. "Gosh, Zhanaia, how?" I took another sigh and started telling her from the beginning till the afternoon he drove me back to the hotel. And while I was story-telling her what happened, she was in shock. It was visible in her face that she was trying to digest every single word I say. Of course, I didn't tell her too much information such as detailing what we did on his bet. We had sex, that's it and I'm not gonna tell her more. I wasn't the teen Zhanaia eight years ago who d
Awkwardness covered the five of us as we stared at each other. Even so, my heart was swelling in happiness when the thought that Gin came here to see me came to my mind. Caroline on the other hand tensed, her mouth parted in shock as she stared at Francis. Heartly was just silent as she looked at us, her brows were creased in confusion. We were all in silence, no one dared to talk, only the sound from the speakers announcing departures and arrivals, and the people around the wide hall can be heard. We were like that for a while when Heartly spoke hesitantly to break the silence. I blinked for a while, the three of them realized too what we were doing. Francis laughed awkwardly. "Hi," he greeted. I forced a smile though I felt Caroline was still tensed. Gin then walked towards me and pulled me in his arms and the awkwardness between the two of us broke as we felt the intensity of longing. Ah, I think my body grew fond of
Just like what happened to us before we parted ways back in Hongkong, we shared a steamy hot sex the moment the door shut behind us. We were all over the bed and we were so loud, I think this was what they called a makeup sex. Once we both came, Gin collapsed beside me and immediately fell asleep. Knowing he was tired because he had just come from an hour-long flight and our lovemaking, I let him sleep as I stood up and went out of the bed. I reached for his luggage and searched for his t-shirt and wore it and then I started unpacking his things. An hour later, I was done putting his clothes in the closet. He mentioned to me a while ago that he would be here a week and he wanted to spend that whole week with me. After that, he would be back in Montreal to focus on sorting out the preparations his company would make for opening its first branch in the Philippines. He even asked me if I wanted to come with him once he go to the Philippines, I told hi
When Gin woke up, I was already done in the shower and preparing the dining table for the meal I prepared. He was checked-in in a VIP suite with a complete package, a bedroom, a small living room, bathroom, and a small kitchen with a dining table that was good for four-person. He stared at what I prepared in awe before he waked beside me and kissed my forehead. I smiled and urged him to sit so we can eat as long as the meal was still hot and newly cooked. Of course, I prepared a soup for him in case of a jet lag. "Ah, yea, jet lag plus this damn headache that makes everything seem to be spinning." "Do you want an Advil?" I asked. He shook his head, "No, I don't drink Advil. I have a prescribed med for headaches." Prescribed meds? But I didn't see any doctor's prescription in his satchel or perhaps I didn't notice? Maybe it was on a secret pocket or something, I'll try to look for it once I have another chan
I was not in the mood for the rest of the day when I got home. I locked myself in my room, I didn't talk to anyone even when Heartly greeted me when I stepped into the house. My brother looked at me curiously and attempted to ask what happened but I gave him a dismissing wave which shut him up. The moment I got inside my room, I shut the door behind me and dive on my bed without minding that I haven't changed clothes yet. I closed my eyes, thinking of what happened; I walked out because he slept with another girl. Although I wasn't in the place to sulk and feel like this, it still hurt. The moment I heard him say he slept with another girl while we were away from each other, I felt my heart broke into pieces and what hurt me more was the fact that I wasn't in the place to feel like this because I wasn't his girlfriend in the first place. Even if he slept with hundreds of women while I was away, it's completely fine. That wouldn't mean he cheated or
"He's not Dion." "And you believe that bastard? Zhanaia, how can you be so dumb?" My mouth parted in utter shock as soon as I heard Zhairo's retort. Wow, just wow. Looked like we were forgetting who's the older one here. I scoffed at his audacity to call me dumb when I'm his older sister. We were silent for a moment before he took a deep breath and apologized. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I just don't want you to get hurt again. Zhanaia, that man looked exactly like Dion, even his eyes! It is very unlikely for a person to look exactly like someone." "Zhairo, I know," I mumbled. "I know but... Caroline and I made our researcher and aside from their faces and that they were both American, we couldn't pinpoint anything that will connect the two of them." "And Francis? Heartly told me you met Francis again, Dion's cousin. That doesn't connect them? Why on Earth would Francis, Dion's cousin be with Gin, the man w
"Zhanaia, I want you to be my girlfriend. Please, give me another chance. Please, sweetheart." Should I give him another chance like he asked me to? If I do, what would happen? I knew that what I was feeling for him wasn't that pure, it was partly because he looked like Dion, my first love. Dionysus, the man I still love until now despite after all these years and despite the fact that he would never come back. No one knows what happened to him, all I know was that he needed to go back to the US to take a brain surgery. He promised to do his best to survive and come back to me, but he never did. I don't know if it was because he wasn't able to survive or he did survive but just chose not to come back and move on. I was aware that if it was the latter, he might be married and has his own family by now, while here I was, still dwelling with his broken promise. Gin Montero. Dionysus Dausel. Should I give you a
"You sure you won't come with me?" I asked as I put on my earrings. I was in a video call with Gin while preparing for my agenda for today, I will attend the opening day of the art gallery where I saw a few of Dion's paintings. Since the day that I saw it, I was even more conflicted. Not just that, I also started to be easily irritated with everyone, especially Gin. If I wasn't in the mood today, I would probably be annoyed at his response. He shook his head, "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I have a meeting with an investor today. I couldn't attend with you." Worry was written on his face, probably because he was thinking that I might be mad at him again and lash out, which I have been doing for the last few days. The thought of Dion might be indeed alive and just doesn't want to show himself to me was frustrating. I mean, why wouldn't he show himself? He had a promise, a promise of love that he should fulfill. I locked t