ONE REBELLIOUS NIGHT

CHAPTER 2: ONE REBELLIOUS NIGHT

BORACAY, PHILIPPINES

“I almost thought you’ll ditched my invitation, Mary!” Cassandra slurred. She was drunk as she giggles.

A few of are friends already have their fill. I have mine, but I don’t want to drink so much. Staying here would be brief, and I wanted to enjoy it as much as I can before I came back to that hellhole I call home.

For the first time in my life, I am rebellious. Thinking about Ignacio’s furious face as he search for me doesn’t made me afraid. The fear was left behind and their fret.

“But what I couldn’t understand was—” Cassandra frowns. She inched closer to my face and I could smell the strong scent of alcohol on her breathe. “—your husband is beating you up. Why don’t you just leave that bastard? They are not worth of your life anyway. You could runaway, Mary.”

“And I hope that would be easy.” I laughs sadly.

The Rosewood’s won’t let me, and of course my parents, who thinks that they are pockets of money. They are attracted to my husband and Ignacio is in favour of it because his family also gain from our company. That is what matters. Although behind closed doors, I was beaten.

“My parents would kill me, Cass.” I bitterly drank from my glass.

“Then they should have marry off to that prick, but hey! Let’s not talk about that. Come! Let’s dance!” Cass pulled me on my feet.

“W—Wait!”

“Oh, shut up!” She giggled and so do I.

I found myself doing the things she does freely. I am not being told to and reprimanded. My husband is not here. My parents are not here either, especially Loren. Thinking I have this freedom, although for a short time—the happiness I have long forgotten came back and I felt more free.

Lost as I grind my hips and closed my eyes, that’s when I felt a presence behind me. A musky smell of mint and something sweet wraps around me and so a pair of strong arms that guides my back to his. But as my skin touch his own, I am not repulse, but I felt my back shudders.

“Hey.” His baritone voice whispered close to my ears.

I giggles. It might have been the drink, before I turned around to face the mysterious man. The word handsome was not enough to explain how attractive he was. His lips are curved in a flirty smile, and they looks inviting. His thick lashes in an arch and his aristocratic nose that matched his sharp jaw line and bluish eyes. I felt my heart hyperventilate.

I’ve never meet a man this attractive in my life.

“H—hey.” I was lost with how intense his gaze was. “Are you somehow a god?”

He chuckled.

“Not really, but I was called Dimitri.” He grinned. “But do you mind if I ask you to dance.”

I bit my lips at his cheeky remarks.

“Will no be an answer then?” But when he pulled me by the waist, I know it wasn’t.

Lost as we dance in the sultry music that surrounds both of us. I felt incredibly secured and this is the first time that I have let another man touch me.

“What’s you name?” He looks directly in my eye.

Should I tell him?

“Mary....” A soft smile spread across my lips. “It’s Mary Jane.”

“Your name suits you.” His compliment is at my appraisal.

And that’s when Dimitri lowered his had upon me. He stopped moving and so do I. Should I resist it? I guess not. My body reacted in a way that I knew I won’t be able to. When he meet my lips, I was engulf in a flame of desire. His tongue explored mine as it scavenge.

During my marriage, I never felt this...feeling of being wanted by a man.

Ignacio had never touch me. As husband and wife, he was repulsed by the sight of me as he said.

“No man would ever wanted you! Mark my words!”

But here is Dimitri. He prove that I am worth to he desired and my husbands words were all false. However, I also knew that this is all wrong.

I am married.

“Wait—” I pulled away, although he was an irresistible man.

Dimitri’s eyes are dark with desire, “Is there’s something bothering you?”

“I am...” I swallowed hard. How can I tell him that I am married? “I needed to tell you something about me—” But my words were cut off with a buzz.

I fished out my phone placed inside my pocket, but the moment I read the message, my mood turned sour.

‘Come home or I’ll fucking kill you, Jane! You bitch!’ It says.

I bitterly smile. Why would I think of trivial thing such as marriage, when my very own husband fuck any woman alive? A fiery daredevil buried deep my worries. The rebellious prevailed.

I looked up at Dimitri with a new fire lit on my eyes, “Would you mind if I ask you...to sleep with me?”

The question is between embarrassment and boldness.

But in a heartbeat, I found myself lying on a soft bed, while he towered me. We’re both in thirst as he ravage my lips. This foreign feeling, the tingling sensation as I wrapped my arms around his neck felt surreal.

“You fucking taste good, Mary.” He groaned huskily.

And I totally surrendered.

Lost into accounts, I arched my back. Pieces by pieces our clothes dropped on the floor with a thud and I sprawled on the soft sheets naked, bare as we became one.

“Fuck!”

When I closed my eyes and get my fill, I was never scared. There are no fear at the choice that I take.

Dimitri was like a freedom that

Was taken away from me, and regret it, I will not.