A SERIES of alarm clock sounds woke me up. I didn’t want to get up because I felt like my head was being torn apart by the pain. I want to blame the Barcadi rum Nicholas and I drank last night. I rubbed my sore head and covered my face with a pillow to force myself to go back to sleep.
But I was suddenly startled by the sharp smell of my pillow and the extreme softness of what I was lying on.
“Shit!” I got up and quickly roam the room.
“No, this can’t be happening, Cherry!” I also quickly looked at the clothes I was wearing and there I realized that I was wearing something else.
“No!” I almost jumped when I was able to wear no underwear, only a loose white T-shirt and panties.
There the door opened wide and the last person I expected to see was the one who opened it for me. His deep set eyes beneath his heavy black brows makes me feel weaker. My eyes dropped even more on his muscular body wearing only white boxer shorts.
“What did you do to me?! Why am I here? Where is my dress? Why am I wearing this?!” I asked panicking.
Tears welling up in my eyes because of the way he looked at me. I also want to rush him and strike him if it’s not just holding a tray in his hand.
“You’re totally drunk last night, ” he said. He quietly placed the tray he was carrying on the side table.
“I will file a case against you!” I shouted.
He glanced at me with a frown.
“You didn’t remember anything about what happened last night, are you?” He revealed his poisonously sweet smile before gently sitting on the side of the bed still propping two more elbows to the thighs before turning to me.
I quickly rubbed the exposed body because of his constant stare.
I heard him sly smirked and lightly shook his head. “I’ve seen all that, you don’t have to hide anymore.” He teases.
My eyes widened and I quickly pulled the pillow to slap him.
“You pervert! You’re rude! Maniac! Rapist!” I shouted one after another, and I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes because I was so upset.
“Damn! Stop it Cherry, I didn’t do anything bad to you!” he shouted back trying to block my blows.
“What’s wrong?! Look at me? You fucking Pervert Rexon!” I blurted out. I was still not satisfied with the pillow because I had already slapped his arms with my own hands before slapping him.
“Damn it! Will you shut the hell up!” He grabbed my two hands to restrain. We were almost catching our breath when I stopped breathing.
“I know I don’t have a good reputation with you but believe me, I haven’t done anything bad to you,” he said under his breath.
Trembling, I averted my eyes and tried to remember what happened last night. The only thing I remember is that Rexon and I came with the one Hannah introduced to me and then that was it.
We got drunk, I tasted the most painful rum in my entire life. I get used to feel the pain that I always wore whenever he is around. The only bottle of Bacardi rum I knew was last night.
“I can not rememberz,” I utter and shook my head repeatedly after turning a blind eye. His hands remained on my arm as I gently pulled away.
“You’re drunk last night, you don’t know what you were doing last night because of your drunkenness,” he whispered.
“W-what happened?” I looked up to meet his steady gaze.
Instead of answering, he looked down at what I was wearing before the playful smile faded.
“Maybe you want me to first tell you why you’re wearing like that now?” He smiled widely as if something was playing on his mind.
I quickly looked down at the T-shirt I was wearing and my eyes widened as I stared at it.
“Fuck you, Rexon Del’torre!” I shout.
“That’s not what you told me last night.” he said, twitching his lower lip at mine.
My forehead furrowed as my heart pounded. What does he mean? I was swallowed up in the thought that I had betrayed myself because of drunkenness.
“I want to go home.” I seem to have lost the strength to say that.
“Not so fast, baby…” he utter.
My eyes widened as he brought his face close to mine so I quickly leaned against the headboard of the bed. My frozen breath mingled with his as we stared at each other closely.
“A-what are you going to do?!” I was confused but he did not answer. I have to do something, but before I could make an action he tightly gripped my wrist so there is no way to get out of this fucking sensation.
I stiffened in inclination. He seemed to be eating me alive and there was no place to flee.
“Easy, I just want to check my phone.” he murmured to my ears. Before releasing one of my hands to pick up the alleged cellphone under the pillow.
“You slept here last night? Next to me?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Of course, what would you expect?” He let go of my hand and dialed his cellphone.
My tongue was stuck out completely, it seemed that I was slowly being eaten away by shame for myself.
Me? laying on his bed all night? A-what else did we do? cuddling? kissing? and oh Damn it Cherry! I banged my head on the headboard of the bed before shaking.
“I’m a little late for meeting. There were a few problems here, but I’ll be there soon.” I heard him say on the other line that he even glanced at me.
I didn’t wait for him to drop the call because I decided to get up to look for my clothes but I immediately felt his iron arms around my waist. And my body went rigid with surprise.
“Where are you going?” I could hardly hear what he said because his face was buried behind my neck like a child who has been bitten.
I bit my lip hard and closed my eyes. “Rex where not even a lover. So please stop acting like we were.” I whispered, I felt the pain in the words I left before gasping for breath because of what was said.
“I know, but we could be act like one, like this… with you.” He tightened the grip on my waists even more. I don’t know what happened last night or did I say anything about how I feel about him so he’s like this now. I could no longer understand, especially the beating of my heart.
“Just leave me alone, Rex!” I shut my eyes firmly, because that’s not what I wanted to say.
But he didn’t listen, instead he pulled me to sit on the bed, I felt its heavy breathing on my neck which made my bite on my lip even harder.
“I want you…” he whispered. He sounded like music to my ears, as if he suddenly tore down the wall I was trying to build.
He had already started kissing my neck up to my cheek. I stiffen my back and his chest, I’m just going to give a little. I don’t know where I will be picked up if I let him do what he wants.
Oh damn! He is now trying to seduce me. His hand crept around my waist, right inside the T-shirt I was wearing. I sighed because I barely knew he would raise his hands to look for something.
“This is what you want me to do to you… last night. To kiss you and hug you close to mine.” He inhale sharply to the base of my neck.
“If I ever fall in love again, you’ll make sure that woman is you, remember? You told me that last night,” he said huskily.
My eyes widened at what he said. I feel like I turned pale in no time.
“And do you know what I like most about what you said?” He gently stroked my cheek in front of him.
I could feel my cheek turns into red, my lips are parted, my heart leap out to my chest. “W-what’s that?” I boldly asked.
“This…”
His lips burn mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, passionate and demanding. This is not what I’ve thought would happen when I asked for an answer. But I’m certainly not going to object this time.
I was unable to resist any longer. Our mouths pressed together in a long, passionate kiss. I drew my tongue over his teeth and swallowed his groan of pleasure.
“Cherry…” he moaned. I could feel the lightly bite on his lips to mine. It’s paralyzing and I think I have a virus that’s going through out my entire nerves.
I couldn’t get up even more when we broke up. Unexpectedly his hand drifted to my breast, I fucking feel the tenderness of his touch. I breath sharply and I’m like shaking right now.
We slid closer to each other, with no visible gap between us, then he rolled over to lay me down on bed.
The world seemed to stop for a moment between us. And I am listening to our gentle breathing that slowly kills.
“I want you in the worst way,”
he says in barely more than a whisper.