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.&
"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