CHAPTER 6
It has been a week since I met Gin Montero, the man who looked exactly like Dion. It has been a week too since I came home and now I am up for another voyage, and the flight schedule that was given to me will be later evening today, and it will be in Asia again.
My skills to speak different languages is an advantage in this field for they can assign me to international flights and I can converse with other nationalities. This also means higher pay and more chances of being promoted to a higher position, especially if my performance will remain good and remarkable enough.
I climb down on the mini-van, careful not to trip because of the heels of the shoes I am wearing. Zhairo helped me with my luggage and locked the van before walking me to the area for flight attendants.
"Come on, Zhanaia, drink!"Rina, one of my co-flight attendants cheered me as she handed me another shot of Martini. Yes, a strong liquor for someone like me who's not used to drinking, someone who easily gets drunk, yet I didn't care about that for that moment and accepted the shot glass as I drank the Martini straight.Its bitter yet satisfying taste stayed in my tongue for a while as its hotness slid down my throat and onto my stomach. The party music was blasting through my ears as the scene got more blurry than a while ago. I know I am already tipsy but I didn't stop taking more shots. Instead, I accepted everything they handed me, and I know it wasn't just Martini that they gave me."Oh, yes, let's get wasted!" someone from our table shouted, and then I felt a hand pulled me.My head spins as I stood up and we made our way through the dance floor where guys were lost with the rock music blasting through the stereos. I scanned the area and though my
I woke up with my head throbbing in pain. The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes is the pair of pajamas I am wearing. I don't remember changing last night— and instantly, remnants of what happened came back to me.Dion.He was here!I scanned the place, but there were no traces that anyone aside from me has been here last night. But I remember so well that he was here— or was that because I was so drunk that I imagined that he was here? But then, who took care of me last night? Who changed my clothes? And where were the clothes that I wore at the bar?Standing up, I saw the dress I wore last night, neatly placed at the ta
"Seriously?" I sighed for the ninth time when I heard that word from Caroline. As soon as I came back to our hotel room, I immediately called her and luckily, she's resting and on a break from her shooting. I told her what happened, starting from what happened at the bar last night, the vague memory I had this morning, the breakfast delivery, and the incident at the Olympic Park. And after I told her everything, that's what she said. She sounded like she couldn't believe what I was saying and it's as if I am out of my mind. "Yes, seriously," I replied and rolled my eyes as if she could see me. She sighed from the other line. "Don't you think you were just being delusional? I mean, from the hang-over?" Ah, here we go. The hang-over thing made everyone believe that some of the things we experienced during our hang-over state were just delusional. I knew it could be that, yes, but no it wasn't.
We were getting ready for our next flight two hours from now. This time, it would be from China to Hongkong, and we'll be staying at the latter for another couple of days. As we prepared ourselves and packed our things, I asked Rina and Zoey again if none of them gave their key card to someone, and if none of them took care of me the night we got drunk. I knew I've asked this for more than five times today, but I wanted to ask again, just to make sure. Caroline's words that seem like a riddle still made me think about it when I am not doing anything, hence, I kept myself busy since she said that so I wouldn't think too much about it. Rina looked at me, resigned. "You've asked that for how many times now and again, Zhanaia, no, I didn't give my key card to anyone and I didn't take care of you that night. I mean, how would I? I was enjoying the night out with Cristopher. Hell, he's one of a kind. I loved his performance!"
"Are you sure that spending a day with him is a good idea?" I asked. I heard her sigh from the other line. "For your well-being, definitely not. But if you really want to solve the mystery between Gin and Dion, well, yes." When he asked me if we can spend the rest of the day together, I said yes. And now, here I am, in one of the comfort rooms, talking to my best friend, asking if I did the right decision. I knew I was taking longer than usual here, but I was still contemplating whether to continue with this one or not. But that would be so harsh of me if I change my mind. "You know what, Zhanaia, the more you spend time with someone, the more you get to know them. And if you will be observant enough, you will find out what he is hiding." "Really?" "Hmm. Just don't be dumb not to notice the things that will connect him to Dion, make a mental note, and then we'll talk about them when we see aga
CHAPTER 12 Spending a day with Gin Montero at Hong Kong Disneyland wasn't bad at all. I had fun, he was fun to be with. He was full of energy and negativity seemed to be strictly unwelcomed when you are with him. We spend the rest of the day strolling and buying some souvenirs. And as expected from gentlemen, they won't let a woman pay. He took care of everything, from the tickets, even the souvenirs I bought, he paid all for them. I didn't have a chance to get even a single cash in my wallet. By sunset, we rode the Disney-themed MTR to relax. It gave me a chance to have a glance at the Disneyland resort in which I planned to have a vacation soon. As the MTR delivered us to our destination, we watched the sunset through the windows which were inspired by Mickey Mouse's head. Then, after the MTR ride, we rode another one back to the main park which made me chuckle. He actually planned to ride two times just for me to see the res
CHAPTER 13 "Uhm, Gin," "Zhanaia," I felt hot all over when he moaned my name as his lips traveled down on my neck. My hands gripped his shirt as his hand skimmed down my legs and caressed it, while the other one went inside my blouse. My skin tingled when our skin touched, his slightly calloused hand started sliding up till it reached the wire of my bra. He moved his hand higher till it reached my bra cup and skimmed his thumb and forefinger, I felt my nipples sprung to welcome them. A soft moan escaped my lips when he tugged my nipple and I arched my back as my mouth parted. Then his other hand gently dragged my blouse up to my neck and pushed my bra cup down. I knew I should be stopping him from what he was doing, but for a reason, I didn't. I liked it anyway, his touch, his lips, and the way he moaned my name, and the sensation he was making me feel. It has been a long time since the last ti
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.&