Chapter 9: Chapter Eight

When Zev opened her eyes, she was stunned when she realized it wasn't her room. Her eyes roamed the room and its corner. Her lips quivered. The color is cool, black and white from the quilt to the curtain. Very masculine. Everything was in a fine arrangement. The bookshelf, the music album, and everything seemed well organized.

She looked again around a corner she saw a guitar. So he is a guitarist she thought without even knowing that the room belongs to Reese. Why she recognized the room and his photo frame so late?-What the jerk! She murmured as she remembered what had happened last night.

She shook her head and mumbled. Shame inject into her so slowly as she had a split second to recall what words coming out of her mouth. Why the hell is she embracing boldness to seduce the Billionaire, the CEO of MMC? But as far as she remembered that she seduced him not. She was just listening to his drama. Her good side just overreacting for god sake.

She remembered that they were drinking and she got drunk, then he bring her home. Is that all? Why, is she expecting more? A bit more exciting? She knew a lot of men who take an advantage of slosh women. Some men cannot control their sex drive. But she was thinking of a thing that a small part of her brain considered important. She asked herself if she was sleeping on his bed, with him. She wasn't sure, but she was aware that Reese is a gentleman and yet her mind raced into a scene where he and Reese is having love and fun.

She loves a gentleman guy naked in the bed and waiting for her to twerk on top of him. Of course, she didn't do such a thing because she's a virgin. Yet, if a girl is a virgin, then she allows the guy to drive her crazily. Why she has such stupid imagination?

Was it because she was in the bed of the guy she once loved? No, she still love and admired him. His scent that leaves on the bed and sheet taunts his nostril and draws a line to her heart causing her too thrillingness and elated feel like she's levitating off the ground.

The door opens suddenly and Reese entered. He was topless, and only the towel wrapped around his waist. Her heart beat faster and faster when she looked at the towel he was wearing. It wasn't the color of the towel that she noticed but his bulging front. She could imagine how big and long it is.

Crazy, but she saw his long member hanging flaccid between his legs prominent. That needs her hands to jerk it for a full erection. She could see it every time his member hit the straining cotton of the towel. No, she won't want to miss the show. He had just come from a bath. She could see a few drops or beads of water on his chest.

In her mind, she shouted that enough to look at his bare body. But why she can't take his eyes off his front? He looked down again, down and down to his navel. He ought to be in Hollywood, that hot body was too perfect. A Hollywood actor she remarked.

She was blushing with shame. She's in love with him. No, she can't fall for him. She warned himself several times. Falling for this man might cause trouble. She wants to keep the promise. But can a person dictate the love of his or her heart? Not even Juliet could not stop her love for Romeo even if it's forbidden. Her heart continues shouting Romeo's name. She couldn't renounce her feelings. She cannot give up Romeo who was a Montague a family who feud with capulets.

He broke the silence. “So you're waking up. How's sleeping?"

"Yes! I feel groggy. Your room?" she said and asked and looked around. She knew it was his room.

"Sí señorita."

"Where's my cellphone?" she remembered to ask and immediately she stood up to look for her phone. But it was too late when she realized she only had an oversized T-shirt and she didn't wear any shorts. She's only wearing a Bra and red panty under that long and oversize T-shirt.

"You are a sod, man." She cursed. She lost her nerve to grab the towel on the shelf. She hugged herself. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. But Reese did not seem interested in her body. Cheap gay flirt.

"Language my dear. Hmm... What's wrong?" he asked, smirking.

"I'm not used to it," she said and shook her head. She can't look at him. "I'm conservative or whatever the fuck you call it." Really? She's conservative and praised it, but whenever she thinks of beyond her innocence she's wild. That's better to be wild in terms of imagination than experience and seduce a man sexually—most seductress can do, man can crazy with them. She was on the stage how to flip her hair like most seductresses can do. Self improvement.

He laughed." I thought you love roaming the room with just bra and panty on? Lo siento por mi estupidez señorita." I'm sorry for my stupidity He smiled as he looked at her from head to toe.

Why? Was she looking like an applicant applying for a vacant position for Go-go dancers? And she's not even fit for any decent position in his company? If he asks her to be his private dancer, hell she will immediately sign a contract if there's any. But this man, in front of her, who seems not a meatatarian nor vegan but a vaginatarian. Maybe he loves the number sixty-nine. He loves cunnilingus and he loves ladies who good at fellatio.

"Okay. I wiped your body last night. I just did what you did when I was drunk and slept in your room. Don't worry I don't have bad intentions in your body. You are not my type." He chukled.

"You're faggot, and I don't like you." She smirked.

He grinned. "Type."

"Mr. Faggot, to like and type are just the same. If I said I don't like you same goes for I don't type you nor your body features or your scent, smiles, appearance, anything, in short, I don't like you at all." She protested.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you're gay!" Her hands were on her waist and slightly turned her back hugging herself.

He laughed. "I'm gay? Was my manhood alive last night while I was wiping your back?"

"You?" She turned her back on him.

"Yes. Don't worry. My junior is good and it's not stubborn like those of other men. It's back to its normal size because it doesn't like you."

"You're dumber than I thought." She stepped closer to him to slap him on the cheek.

"Hey, I'm just kidding. It was Aling Rita who wiped you last night." Reese didn't stop laughing while seeing her reaction. "You have a nice expression, hah. The way you react looks like a Tarsier in Bohol." He teased her.

"Rantallion. Gosh-all-Potomac!" She cursed simultaneously slapping Reese's arm. She also threw a pillow at him. "You dead, Mr. Medel."

"Zounderkite." He still laughed. She hit him with the pillow and lightly slap him on the shoulders. But when she let go of the pillow. Reese took advantage of it, he promptly pushed Zev with all his might. So she fell backward like a dead tree. She fell on top of the bed.

Reese quickly grabbed a pillow and that's what he used to cover Zev's entire face. Reese was on top of her. Zev of course couldn't breathe. So, she began to protest, and damn she was not comfortable in their position.

She was feeling hot. Their bodies pressed together are like an ember that kisses her skin. Why between her thighs throbbing? Something rapped on between. No, that's normal in first stage—The excitement. She fool. What she was thinking? Reese removed the pillow, and his lips were about three inches away from her. She felt his hot breath run all over her face. He has a sweet scent like tropical and vanilla. She quietly wished Reese hadn't felt the strong throbbing of her chest. He did not take his eyes off her. She tried to take his eyes off him and at his salivating lips.

"Damn you!" she rambled and her palms landed on his massive chest. She gripped both of his breasts and a massive chest. She pinched and squeezed it and he winced in pain. Zev pushed him hard and Reese fell off from bed to the floor. Zev quickly covered her eyes with her hands when she saw that his towel was no longer on his waist.

She closed it for a while and when she opened her eyes again she was almost dead in shock when she saw him and he was on top of her. His face is slowly close to hers. They looked at each other eyes intently and lovingly. The two invented the so-called 'Heart eyes again as if when their eyes met outside the Aijaxlife bar scene.

Her heart that beating so fast and pounding in her ears seems like exploding in her chest. She thought of kissing him. She was aware of her absurd thought. She's a fool indeed. She was hotly ashamed of her absurd thought that Reese is the kind of man she could love. She did not wonder anymore. She's been loving him in her mind, in her heart, and in her dreams. What the heck! She's hotly ashamed. How many times did she warn herself? not to fall in love with him?

Damn Zev. What about her mission? She keeps the precious thing owned by Reese and her mission is to return it unless when he found a woman whom he married. But she has a terrible twist. It's her who falls in love with her.

He leaned his head on her chest not too close to her breast. He was listening to her heartbeat. "Damn, it's not a normal heartbeat," he coaxed then distanced himself from her.

"Muchas Gracias." (Thank you Very much)

"For?"

"For bringing me home safe."

Safe and sound. She was not feeling comfortable with his naked body. She was tense of her absurd feelings. Hotness kisses her gently.

"Welcome to the Medel's home," he blurted as he stepped to the door. "Fix yourself, let's have breakfast. I'll wait for you at the dining area." He then opened the door and went out.

When Reese is already out of sight. She gave a long profound sigh and then dropped herself on the bed again. She hugged the pillow tightly, got up again, and sat on the side of the bed. No matter what she did she could not get the image of Reese out of her mind. She's bewitched. The damn joke of him just a while ago drifted back. Why he was so mean? she asked herself.

It's damn bad, god he fooled me like that. She wants to hurt him a bit but she couldn't do anything. And after all, he is the kind of man that she could love, mean but creative and skillful. Maybe that is your way or style of embracing the word' dulce . Yes, Zev was falling in love with him now. Fool, Zev, fool.