Chapter 10: Ten

Isiaah opened his eyes the next day with full of joy. As usual, he didn’t take long from lying down when he noticed that Maeluthe was no longer beside him.

Am I dreaming?

No. It wasn’t just a dream. He was sure that tomorrow, the two of them would wake up to what happened to them last night.

Life has been good, Isiaah thought. He couldn’t help but wish that this time, he would listen to what he had been asking for for a long time.

His brother has had all the attention of parents and family members since the man had the accident and completely lost his memory. He doesn’t blame his brother for an incident he didn’t want, and he is also very worried about Josiah.

He’s still not really used to it.

After all those years, he’s still longing for the love he once had.

Josiah Jacinto, his older brother, has suffered a lot because of the accident and the woman he loved.

After ten years of their separation with Tanya Tebrero, Josiah and Isiaah confirmed that the boy she always had with her was their son until his brother accident happened, then he developed amnesia.

It was also several years ago that Isaiah chose to separate from his parent’s homes. He’s a mama’s boy. He grew up with his mother, who is always babysitting him to be obvious to the man. He just looks scary and strict boss at work, serious guy with friends, but he’s a softie, especially with his family.

He tried to break away from them at the same time as he lifts and luck continued with his own restaurant.

Not until he met Cyra Genesis. Cyra was really a simple girl back then. A kind of girl who will do everything for her dream. Cyra’s been really passionate about her entry into modeling.

When they became together, Isiaah’s life became surreal. They were even dubbed as the couple of the century by their close friends because of the charisma of the two. But then their sweet-like-sugar relationship was completely dissolved when Cyra became a famous model with the help of the man. She can almost travel around different countries because of her monthly photoshoots in commercials and often on different runways.

Isiaah trusted and loved her too much. He tried to understand his girlfriend better because that was what her dream was.

They only have a short conversation after a long day. That’s why Isiaah took more care of the restaurant. But one day, the girl completely did not contact him.

Isiaah tried to reach her. He poured effort and time to find Cyra.

The two met in a sophisticated hotel in Venice, but then Cyra wasn’t alone nor lonely. That’s why he suddenly didn’t make sense because the woman was already married to an international actor, and she was still carrying their child.

At that moment, Isiaah thought that he and Josiah were really brothers — both unlucky when it comes to love. Hence, after that, Isaiah’s tender heart disappeared completely, especially among women. He once hated all of the women, but he just laughed at that when it came to an end.

That’s not a fascinating story everyone needs to know.

He was already better when Isiaah stood up, smelling an unfamiliar odor from the kitchen.

I wasn’t just a dream, he thought.

Meanwhile, when Maeluthe noticed the weak steps from behind, she smiled as she turned to him. Isiaah exposed himself to her with big grins.

‘‘Good morning, Sir.’’

‘‘Sir?’’ The man frowned immediately.

Maeluthe quickly picked up the strawberry jam on the kitchen counter and the loaf of bread next to it and handed it to the man who was kindly waiting. ‘‘Take this first while you wait.’’

Maeluthe said that seriously, so she was just so confused when she saw Isiaah grinning at her while raising his eyebrows.

It was too late for her to get what the young man was referring to, and then she immediately blushed.

Isiaah easily promised the female companion right over the kitchen counter as if they were in a rush. They were temporarily stunned, chasing each other’s breath.

But then, Isiaah wasted no time. . when he saw the small jar of strawberry jam lying in one of the drawers that were there. It seemed as if some light bulb was shining in the man’s mind.

‘‘Isiaah. . .’’ Maeluthe called him softly.

The man no longer answered her. Using the recovered spoon, he continuously rubbed the strawberry jam on her body.

Shock and lust consumed her system. She only realized this when she felt the pleasure because of the man’s tongue moving and sucking on her.

It was only then that she realized what he was doing. That jam was cold, so she couldn’t help but gasp every time the man rubbed it on her, but it was immediately covered with a delicious and weak moan.

It drives her crazy.

Maeluthe was busy catching her breath when that jam reached her femininity.

Strawberry jam, Isiaah’s tongue.

Strawberry jam, Isiaah’s tongue.

Isiaah’s tongue is still rolling around like it’s his favorite food–

‘‘A-Ah, the food is already cooked. . . let’s eat so. . .’’ Maeluthe stammered.

This is really crazy! The earth would have just eaten me because of extreme embarrassment.

Isiaah laughed at that. He took the strawberry jam held by Maeluthe and pulled the girl, causing her to sit on his thighs.

The woman struggled slightly, but Isiaah tightened his grip on her even more. ‘‘But strawberry jam is indeed delicious, Babe.’’

After saying that, Isiaah gently took a little jam with his fingers and poured it on the woman, who could hardly move in shock.

‘‘I’ll taste it,’’ the man added.

Maeluthe didn’t nod on her own, but with the next blink of her eyes, she could already feel the man’s naughty tongue inside her mouth.

Maeluthe’s brain turned even more to what would happen next to the two of them. She can’t seem to get over about what happened last night because who is she, right? For all she knows, it seems like it is only yesterday when she saw Isiaah’s picture in a magazine because the man had an exclusive interview there about his restaurant. Then he was there, right in front of her.

Isiaah was about to lower his hands and move around the woman’s body when someone rang the doorbell. He frowned and guided Maeluthe upright and then went to the door.

I swear, I will kill whoever it may be outside and disturbing us this early morning.

His fist was ready when he opened it for Baste. ‘‘Sebastian, it’s you again?’’

But unlike usual, the man did not smile at Isiaah. His eyes were full of sadness and pain.

‘‘Sai. . .’’

The drunken man did not follow that word when he completely lost his consciousness.