“I won’t! Tell me, how much for one night?” The woman pressed closer to him.
Looking at her small frame, he hadn’t expected her to be quite so substantial, and Eric usually kept women at a distance.
He had never touched a woman, because for all these years, his heart had harbored another.
A girl as pure and angelic as any could be.
He wanted to save the best for her, but he never got the chance.
With great restraint, Eric pushed her away, “Miss, I’ve told you, I’m not that kind of man!”
“You are, you are, and tonight you are mine. That man said I don’t understand romance, well, I’ll have a good time with you tonight!” the woman declared, puffing up.
She looked heartbroken, which made her somewhat similar to him. Eric softened his tone slightly, “Miss, please don’t lean on me like that, or you’ll regret it.”
“Come on, I want to see how I will regret it.”
Suddenly, the woman tiptoed and kissed him fiercely.
She moved so quickly, Eric couldn’t even react, feeling a softness on his lips, electrifying his heart.
Are women’s lips always this soft? At the moment, his reaction wasn’t to push her away, but to ponder this new revelation.
What he needed most now was a woman, and though she kissed him, he felt a wetness on his face-was she crying?
Was it the drug taking effect, or her tears that moved him? He struggled to pull away, looking intently at her, “Are you sure you want me?”
Her drunken eyes met his serious gaze, and it seemed as though the alcohol dissipated in that moment, her only thought that his deep eyes seemed to draw her in.
Compelled, she nodded, “I want you.”
“Then you better have no regrets.”
Eric’s arm wrapped around her waist, and he hailed a cab.
He told the driver the hotel name, and in the car, she kissed him as if possessed, Eric losing all sense of reason for the first time.
He and a stranger kissed wildly in the cab, the driver too scared to look back, thinking the world had truly lost its way.
In the room, they hadn’t even managed to insert the room card before she was upon him, her face unseen in the dark.
Only the familiar scent at the tip of his nose, they kissed like lovers in the heat of passion, as if the sky and earth shattered, the sun and moon darkened.
And so, the absurd yet magical event unfolded.
The next morning, the woman woke from a dream with bright eyes scanning the room. Memories began to resurface in her mind-her boyfriend and her supposedly frail best friend had ended up in bed together.
She wandered the streets heartbroken until she met a handsome gigolo and insisted on taking him to a hotel. What followed was a wild scene in a taxi and even crazier antics back in the room. After reflecting for a while, she realized something, “I can’t believe I got picked up by a gigolo!”
No, to be precise, she picked up a gigolo, since it was she who initiated the encounter.
“Ah!!!” She wailed, suddenly remembering something else. Where was that damn jerk now?
Before she could gather her thoughts, her phone rang to the tune of “In the joyful pond there is a little frog, dancing as if possessed by a prince, with a cool gaze, unrivaled by any frog, someday to be awakened by a princess, la la la…”
The cheerful ringtone floated through the room; it was her childhood friend calling. She blurted out, “I slept with a gigolo!”
“Kevin cheated!”
Both exclaimed at once, causing a brief pause, “What, you slept with a gigolo? Could this be the reason why Kevin got together with that little slut? Because he was too heartbroken?”
“Get lost, you think that’s possible? I found out he was with that shameless woman, and I was so mad I went to the club.”
“Oh my, Emily, are you insane? Do you know how dirty those people can be? Aren’t you afraid of getting sick? You shouldn’t joke with your own body like that.”
“I was insane, but honestly, this gigolo was super handsome, way better than that scumbag!”
“Whatever, no matter how handsome, those people are still sissies. You really are careless, just handing yourself over like that?” the person on the other line sighed helplessly.
“What else should I have done after what that scumbag did to me? That gigolo was handsome, oh no!” Emily slapped her forehead, “I forgot something.”
“Miss, you didn’t take precautions, did you? Hurry up, you know there are morning-after pills. You can’t afford to get pregnant, especially after being cheated on; your grandfather would kill you if he found out.”
“Caroline, I forgot to pay him,” Emily said earnestly.
The woman on the other end had intended to comfort her injured friend, but the conversation had revolved entirely around the gigolo.
“You know what, you won. I saw their posts early this morning and called to comfort your young and fragile soul, but it seems unnecessary now.
Seeing your diamond-hard heart reassures me, remember to take your medicine, I’m hanging up.”
Caroline ended the call.