Stranger's help

“Excuse me, excuse.” I didn't care who I bumped into. I kept walking quickly.

My eyes widened when someone pulled my arms. I almost tripped over a shard of glass.

“Be careful,” he said quietly.

When he let go of my arm, I was able to look at him closely. It was as if my panties had completely fallen off when I saw the man I had been looking for, up close. I could not speak immediately due to panic. I could smell his manly scent. He smells so good, how come? His perfume is obviously expensive.

“Shit! Dude, some girl kissed me.” I looked at the man who approached him.

Oh! The man Martina was talking to! Wait, their friends?!

He never looked at me again so if I talked to him I may look like an attention seeker kind of girl while he's talking to his friend. I also forgot about Stefan so I just went back to our table to drink.

"Well, you're still around?" Sam said when she saw me on the couch. “I thought you’re with someone, enjoying the night, huh.”

I shook my head. “It’s hard to flirt with the guy I want. He’s talking with his friends!”

“And who would it be?” She frowned.

I pointed at the man and she followed it. Her mouth formed an ‘o,' and she returned my stare, astounded.

“That’s Percival!” she said as if I should know that.

“And, so? Who’s that?” my eyebrows rose.

“Oh my god! You’re a tourism student! You should have known him!” she sat beside me.

My forehead furrowed even more, ready to hear some gossip. Sam knows a lot of things because she has a lot of sources.

 “His family owns Fly Asia! Do you know? The airline?” she was smiling.

“What?” I looked at him in shock.

So that explains why he appears to be so pricey and.... difficult to approach. It is my dream to work for an airline. For the time being, it is my primary objective.

“He's from Stanford, girl,” I say. He is now pursuing a degree in Mechanical Engineering while also working as a student pilot. According to what I've heard, he already had his driving permit. I don't know much about him because we don't speak to each other that much.”

I nodded, hopeless. I made up my mind, I’ll just let him go! He’s too much for me. It would be a hassle if I flirted with someone as wealthy as him. I just continue drinking.

I was dizzy and my eyes were spinning when I walked out. I took my phone out to call Kierra because I didn’t know if they’ve already leave me or what! I told them not to leave me here!

I was sitting on the stairs when my phone died. Fucking Stefan, my charger!

“Fucking hell!” My head was pounding, and I really needed to sleep.

“Hi. Are you okay?” a man came up to me. I looked up at him, I realized he was the guy, Martina was talking to earlier.

I shook my head, my eyes were almost closed.

“Where do you live? I’ll book you a cab! Hey, buddy, kindly helps me here.” He was speaking with someone.

“What are you doing? A damn charity, dude!” I’ve heard another man approach us.

I stood up and tried to walk away but immediately fell down because I was dizzy. Someone grabbed my waist and suddenly my vision went dark.

“Fucking shit!” I cussed when I woke up with a throbbing head. “Fucking liquor!”

Shit! My head hurts like hell. I even grabbed my hair and massaged my head before sitting up on the bed. When I looked up, I felt cold.

I was expecting to see Sam’s room but, “Where the fuck am I?!”

I turned around, terrified. It’s not Sam’s room! The room was filled with Grey, white and black colors. It’s not Sam’s room!

I slowly got off the bed.

“Shit, Yanna!” I pulled my hair out of frustration. “Fuck, who did I flirt with last night?”

I was trying to remember everything that happened last night, the last thing I remember was I walking outside the club looking for Kierra. Oh my god! Did I flirted with someone with my drunk state?!

Shit! What if we had unprotected sex?

What if I get sick?! Oh my god, Yanna! You are so flirt!

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I was still wearing the same clothes last night. I was not wearing my see-through long sleeves so I was left with my skirt and lacey bra. I fixed the bed when I get up.  I may be a flirt and a bitch but I always wanted everything to be neat and clean.

I was taken aback when the door opened and...

“Good morning,” he gave me a small smile.

Percival!

My throat dried up and I immediately turned away from him, worried of what I look like. I didn’t even look at myself in the mirror, I wasn't ready to face him so I suddenly ran into the bathroom.

I was surprised to see that I had no make-up on. I frowned and found in the small trash can the wipes with traces of my make-up.

Did I just… remove my make-up last night with my drunken state?

I decided to wash up and brush my teeth, I found an unused toothbrush inside his bathroom, and without thinking twice I grabbed and used it. I even smelled myself and I smelled alcohol so I looked for anything that would make me smell better. I found nothing so I just put alcohol in my hands before going out.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed. When he noticed me leave the bathroom, his brows furrowed. He leaned back a little and stared at me with both hands on the bed.

“H-how did I get here?”

“I drove you here,” he simply said.

“Uhm, why?”

 “Your phones not working, and I don't know where to bring you.”

I looked at him, he was just wearing gray sweatpants and a white shirt. I shamelessly looked at the middle of his leg.

“Did we had sex?” I asked directly.

His lips curved into a wry grin. He gave a little chuckle before shaking his head as if I had said something amusing.

“No,” he answered, smiling.

“Ah” I nodded, “Why?”

“What?” He was even more surprised and confused by my question?

I sigh and walked closer to my bag.

“Why not? Tsk! What a waste,” I said while looking for my phone.

I heard him laugh again, he can’t believe I said those things. I picked up my phone and found it was fully charged. I look back at him.

“Woman, you were dead. What were you expecting?” He said, still amused. “Necrophilia?”

I tried to stop myself from chuckling. Wow, he’s funny too. He already has it all. I'm the only one who's missing in his life if truth be told, ha-ha-ha.

"But what if I'm not drunk?" I inquire while fiddling with my phone.

“What exactly do you mean?” He asked, even though he understood what I meant.

“Would you give it a go if I wasn't drunk and you weren't drunk?” I turn to face him.

He was shocked. He could not answer me immediately. As he gazed at me, his eyes darkened somewhat. He became serious. When I got closer to him, his stare followed me.

I brought my face closer to his. I was only a few centimeters away from his lips when I came to a halt. His look moved from my eyes to my lips.

“What?” I waited for his response before asking.

“Of course,” he said, smirking.