“Carden, do you want to sleep with me?” Dalmi’s sultry voice rang in the man’s ear. She pulled herself up and stood in front of Carden, tilting her head as she tries to take a peek at his husband’s reaction.
“Why was it so hot? My skin felt itchy.” Dalmi trailed her fingers on her arms, her other hand reached for the hem of her dress to pull it upwards when Carden stopped her.
He held her hand. A faint light coming from the small gap between the door and wall gave the woman a chance to see his expression. His bloodshot eyes felt like a knife piercing through her. It was too sharp, it could almost throw daggers at her. His prominent jaw was clenching hard and tight, his low breaths telling her he didn’t like what she said.
“Why? I want to remove it, it’s uncomfortable,” she said and tries to remove his hand from her, but he pushed her at the edge of the bed, making her sit as he stood in front of h
Ever since he realized he was already a man and he could take any woman, he said to himself he would never take advantage of a drunk woman, no matter who she is.The image of a woman standing inches away from him, with her slow breaths and sultry eyes made his throat go dry, but he couldn’t even respond to what she just said.With Dalmi’s soft hand and small touches, Carden could feel his body temperature rising. He was sobber, and he was also sure he didn’t take any alcohol before going to that bar to take this woman home, but he felt so drunk with her blue pair of orbs. Her eyes seemed so clear, like a mirror where he could see what he feels.He wanted to embrace her. The moment her lips brushed on his earlier, he wanted to make it deeper. He wanted more, but he swore to himself not to break any promises.“You asked what you should do to make me stop...” Dalmi stood on her heels and played with the ha
The morning light shot through Carden’s face, waking him up from his deep slumber. The first golden rays of sunlight stained the calm blue clouds, peeking through his room as he rubbed his eyes.He wanted to stretch his arm, but just when he was about to raise it, he realized there was a weight lying above it. Carden glanced at his left and saw Dalmi’s resting face. Some of her hair strands were scattered along her face, and her breathing was low.Carden smiled and moved his face forward, maintaining some inches apart but enough for him to see her face clearly. His fingers, with a mind of their own, tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her face.Dalmi looked like a baby when she sleeps. Her eyelashes were thick and long, her nose was straight with freckles complementing its bridge and some areas of her cheeks. Her lips were also pinker than what he could remember.Although Carden wanted to hold her waist and hug her, he was afraid he would wake h
With a frown on his face, Carden strides the way to their front door. He swore to himself, if this was his brother, he would punch him. He didn’t order something, and he was sure he didn’t call for maintenance, so who could it be?He shook his head, his jaw clenching hard as he grasped on the doorknob.“A freaking disturbance,” he murmured, still not throwing the person a glance. He was about to leave the door wide open for the visitor to come in, but the man spoke.“Mr. Thompson!” Jackie’s cheerful, fake girly voice greeted and waved at him, catching his complete attention.“Ah...yeah,” he greeted back, not sure about how he should react to his wife’s best friend. In his mind, it was always good if someone close to Dalmi visits her, but today, the timing was too bad that he couldn’t give her a smile.“Is Dalmi inside?” Jackie asked, peeking through his back as he tried to search f
“You already did it twice and you are married then you’ll tell me you two are just friends? That’s insane, girl!” Unable to believe her words, Jackie shook his head and sat beside her.Dalmi didn’t know what pushed her to say those words, but all she could remember is that their relationship is a big blur.They didn’t confess to each other, and she’s not sure about her feelings yet. When Dalmi fell silent for minutes, Jack realized she must be thinking of something. This woman is blind, he could totally see that she likes him, and no matter how silent Carden is, he still couldn’t hide the truth that he feels the same way.When Jackie left their place, Dalmi was still not talking. She could feel something breaking inside her by the thought of them, being fri
Dalmi tries to ask him for lunch, but the secretary told her he had a business meeting.Dalmi works and was planning to have dinner with him, but his secretary told her he went home early“Was waking me up that hard?” she angrily asked as she combed her hair. It was already nine AM, and she was late for her first day of work, but Carden didn’t even wake her up.Was he that furious that he’ll never even care if she would struggle or not? Knocking on her door early in the morning won’t hurt his time, but he didn’t consider doing it.Dalmi heaved a deep breath and ran towards the dining room, expecting that he somehow left her food because as he just said yesterday, he was cooking for himself, so maybe he left something.But to her disappointment, there was nothing. What she saw was a clean dining table with no sign of a man who ate and the only thing she could do to release her stress is to groan and march away from that pla
“What?” Dalmi couldn’t hide the annoyance in her voice. Her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed in a grim line.Right when she woke up to ask him for lunch up to dinner, he was not around. Was he avoiding her?Of course. If not, then he should’ve been the one reaching out to her, right? She shook her head.“I’m sorry, Ma’am...but Mr. Thomson was-““First, you told me he was out for a business meeting and now, your boss went home early?” she sarcastically retorted and blew her cheeks.“Is your boss avoiding me? Tell him he was a freaking idiot!” she yelled before turning her back.No words could express how pissed she is right now. Dalmi believes that she already did everything she could do, but the man seemed uninterested.All she knew right now was that he was infuriating. Her knuckles formed in a ball, gritting her teeth as her heels created noises. People kept on glancing at
“C-Carden?” she gently asked and slowly walked towards him.The man was facing the door, his head bowed a bit, and his hand grips on the plastic bag. He seemed like he still didn’t notice Dalmi, so she took more steps and stopped right beside him.“Why are you waiting here instead of coming...” her words stopped midway when the mana tilted his head. “Casimir?” her brows furrowed.“Dalmi! At last!” Casimir smiled widely. The woman, on the other hand, forced a smile after seeing who he is.She expected her husband to be the one on the door, and to see that it was another man, she felt a bit disappointed.“What are you doing here?” she asked and seized his body. He was wearing the same color of polo and pants that Carden wore earlier, and she could hardly see the difference of their back that she didn’t notice.Casimir, still with a smile on his face, raised the plastic bag at the leve
"When do you plan to stop drinking?" Auton Smith, one of his friends in college asked when he took another shot of vodka.Carden put the shot glass down and picked the bottle again to pour another one. He was inside one of the VIP rooms in a bar at the central, a few blocks away from Jackie's bar.The room was dark, he was sitting on a U-shaped sofa with Auton and Uno on his opposite sides. They were both his friends from College, the first one was a musician, and the other is Farrah Evan's husband and the new CEO of Pacifica Airlines.Although the thick walls separated them from the loud crowd, the distance was not too far and he could still the fun outside the dull room.They had been drinking now for about an hour, or maybe, he is. He had been here, swi