I woke up and came face to face with a gorgeous-looking man, whose eyes are closed. He’s sleeping so soundly. I stopped myself from tracing his eyebrows down to his nose.
Uhmm.. why does he look so familiar? Where did I see him again?
I am still sleepy and my mind is so foggy. But when I came to my senses, when I realized who he was, where I was, I felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was being poured on me. I immediately sat up.
What the f--k!
I immediately looked down to see if I was wearing any clothes. And thank goodness I am! But--
Why am I wearing a guy’s sweater?! Is this his? Oh my gosh! Did we--
No, we didn't, right?!
I tried to remember what happened last night. But no good. It only gave me a headache.
“Good morning, Rathna.”
I jerked when I heard him speak.
“Good morning?” I stammered with sarcasm. “How could you! What am I doing here? Why am I sleeping with you? Did we--”
I paused and tried to re-gather my composure.
He sat up too but unlike me, he does not insinuate the same anxious look I have. I looked at the sweater I am wearing which is obviously not mine and probably his.
“We didn't, right?” I plead with hope. I would go insane if I did sleep with him! “Is this your sweater? Why am I wearing this?”
“Why are you freaking out? It should be the other way around.”
“What?!” I exclaimed.
He leaned closer to me. “You, lady, will have to take responsibility for what happened last night.”
He withdrew and got out of bed.
“What? What do you mean by that? What do I have to take responsibility for?” I asked anxiously. Please tell me it’s not what I am thinking!
“My body is precious to me.”
Body?! Why is he suddenly mentioning his body?
“And I don’t just sleep with anyone. Especially with someone I just met for the night. So I’m telling you, you will be held responsible for doing that to my body.”
I gulped. What did I do? What did I do to his body?!
“You’re a guy! You’re strong! You should’ve resisted!” I screamed because of frustration.
“I would have resisted if I could,” he said with a small smile forming on his lips. “But darling, I couldn’t.”
What?!
He left the room and he left me alone feeling so confused. I had to grab my own hair with both hands for me to knock the sense out of my head. This isn’t part of the plan!
No! Let’s think positively! I think this is a good thing! This is a good thing! It’ll make my plan go quickly.
I looked around the room. The ceiling and the walls are sable black. There is an overlooking window in which the height of the glass stretches from the ceiling down to the floor. Beside the window, there is a magnificent-looking telescope.
With excitement starting to boil in my blood, I padded from the bed towards it. The lenses are facing down, so I have to raise them up if I want to look at the sky. I wanted to touch it and try looking into the sky with it, but I stopped myself. I am scared something might happen to it because I can’t afford to pay for the damage.
I retreated away from it. I gently rubbed my sole on the fury charcoal black carpet. The brown marbled floor is also beautiful. Even the lamp on his bedside table looked exquisite and expensive.
The bed is huge and so soft. The room is also spacious.
His bedroom alone is breathtakingly gorgeous. And everything looked expensive.
I looked for the dress I wore last night but I couldn’t find it. I got out of the room. And when I did, I felt like I was thrown into another dimension, like literally!
I expected his apartment to be luxurious. But it still amazed me to see how luxurious it actually is. Well? What do you expect? He’s a prince after all.
And it’s enormous!
The bedroom was located upstairs, and when you go down the stairs you will set foot in the living room. The chandelier dangling above is tremendously gorgeous. The couches are cream-colored, and a state-of-the-art television is placed in front. Opposite the television, on the other side of the room, there is a fireplace.
You could easily get lost here.
Luckily, finding the kitchen was easy.
“Where is my dress?” I immediately asked as soon as I saw him.
He is placing plates and other utensils on the table. It’s a surprise he didn’t have a butler or maids to do things for him. It’s odd seeing him personally setting up the table. I expected him to be lazy and bossy and all that.
“In the trash.”
“What? Why the f--k did you throw it?”
“Because I’m still thinking of how to make you pay for what happened.”
“Why are you acting like you were tortured by it?” I cried. “I’m sure you had a fair share of pleasure.”
He literally stopped for a second. And then a small amused smile formed on his mouth.
“Maybe I did. Right.” He sat down and motioned me to also sit down. So I did.
We silently started eating.
The kitchen had an ashy black-colored floor that is marbled. Even the walls are marbled. The dining table for two is just near the island counter.
He suddenly laid his phone near me on the table so I raised my eyebrows at him to ask what he’s doing.
“I’m asking for your number.”
“And why would you?” I mumbled.
“Because I want to? I think I have a reason now given what happened last ni--”
“Fine!” I cut him off mid-sentence. “Can you please stop mentioning last night?”
He let out a low laugh. I took his phone and I suddenly remembered I still haven’t memorized my new number. Of course, I have to use a different phone for him. I can’t use the one I am using in the camp.
I took my phone to have a reference for my number. When I finished I handed his phone back to him.
Good. At least we will have a bit of connection even after meeting him only once. My plan is unexpectedly going so smoothly.
After we ate, he gave me a box. Which I think came from delivery.
When I opened it, there was a sundress inside. A simple sleeveless sapphire dress with pretty seam details. Simple. Not daring. A conservative type of dress I must say. Type of dresses I like.
“I don’t like this type of dress. I want the sexy, suggestive ones,” I commented.
“It’s not the dress that makes you sexy. It’s you that makes the dress sexy.”
Is he saying I’m sexy?
“So are you saying--”
“So I’m saying, wear that and get the hell out of my house,” he said to cut me off. “My generosity ends here.”
I just scowled at him.
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