CHAPTER IV

(SENSITIVE ART)

“Don’t just look for Mr. Right! Become him.”

----- Anonymous -----

WAKING up in a blur, Sky looked around, blinking a few times as his foggy vision slowly cleared out. The loud music is like torture to him, worst that he could not remember what happened and the bet that he just plays with. Looking around, Andrea and Bea’s face flashes unto his mind, thinking of how and where are those two right now. Just then his phone rings, receiving a message from his cousin. 

“Tsk!” clicking his tongue in disappointment, knowing that the two somehow deliberately left him alone and headed back. Leaving him with someone to take him back. He rubs his forehead easing the pounding pain, thinking of scolding the two later on and will have to wait until tomorrow. 

“Sir.”                                                                          

Someone taps his shoulder. He forced his eyes to open and meets the blurry figure of someone that is there to assist him. Thinking that it was the one Andrea asks to take him into his room, he nodded without hesitation and let him carry him out of the club. Walking in a mess-like state with his sight could not make out the hallway. He could only give his room number with a husky voice.

“2006.” He almost whispers, the aid nods in response, taking him in turns, and to his sight, he made out the familiar hallway. “Were here on my floor, you can go back now. I can handle myself.” With the aid who tries to protest for it intends to finish its job. He instead, gives him a tip and a tap on the shoulder, asking him decently amid his drunkenness, to go back. 

“Take care and goodnight Sir.”

“Alright. Thank you for the assist.”

Now left alone with his confidence that is currently beyond what he can manage from his drunken state.  He supports his body by leaning to the wall and taking a careful step. Trying to keep his balance, and reading the room numbers where he passes by. With his sight that’s slowly getting cloudy by each second making it harder to see his way. He shakes his head for once, and firmly closes his eyes, trying to gain a clear sight even for a while. Now slipping with his count and losing the pattern that he made in his mind, he moves his face close to the room numbers reading them in his mind. Taking a few steps to the next room, he traces the numbers with his hand as he chanted.

“2, 0, 0,” accidentally took a wrong step slipping and bumping his head hard to the door, and earning a bump.

A number turns way down, now reading once more. “2, 0, 0, 6.” Confirming, he took his key card only to find out that it is unlocked with the door slightly opens finding a shoe to be the culprit. 

“A shoe? Did I leave it here? I couldn’t remember.”

He thought to himself, a bit protesting, but ends up neglecting it by kicking it further inside automatically locking the door. Didn’t bother opening the lights, thinking that it will only blind him out of drunkenness, and is too lazy to do so with his world that’s spinning 360 degrees. Stepping to a pile of clothes, his eyes made out the quite messy room. He starts to wonder, yet before he could process a thing, a strong grip pulls him out facing him back. 

“You.”

A deep and kind of husky voice whispers and directly to his ears. Sending a kind of shiver that arouses him. Turning his body to the dark corner. His back hit the wall creating a thud, a forceful kiss crashes his in return. Taken back and where his mind can’t process anything and urge overcomes, the kiss becomes passionate as they exchange marks in the heat of the moment. Patting kisses on his neck, a hand strong and firm aggressively strips him down. A hand strong yet gentle is caressing him in a pleasant way he never had before. Crashing their lips back into a steamy kiss his back hit the soft bed. The kisses go up and down, searching every corner of his body like it's marking its territory. Pain hit him as he grunted, pinning both hands as it all went up and down, cradling the bed in each movement. Then, for a moment, the pain subsides and pleasure overwhelms. Telling, like a train that rushes, slow at first and fast in the middle then resembles a train, in the end. He was taken, definitely taken as they are both are satisfied in the heat that lasted a few rounds and that entire night. 

“When we grow up, I’ll come back for you and will marry you.”

Slowly opening his eyes walking up. Sky felt the kicking pain of his hungover. He forced his eyes to open like a dream crossed his mind, yet he then forgot what. His eyes wander around, picturing the interior of the room as his cloudy sight is slowly turning clear, he felt a weight on his chest. Smelling an unfamiliar scent and a moaning voice snaps him back waking his soul up, red flag wails in return. 

“What the hell.” Puzzled, he is not daydreaming or even having a nightmare. He turns his head and eyes to the right. His sight drops upon having a naked man beside him. Gulping not in time, he composes himself, processing everything that just happened that night. 

“Game!” 

Clearly remembers the game and the bet, the passing time and the point as everything turns out a blur. He scans the room, realizing that it wasn’t his. Mourning a stupid tone to himself, he slowly lifts his arm around the stranger he’s just with. Worst it is the same person that he just cursed and hated that night.

“Damn!” he whispers cursing and bad to himself.

Then he felt the pain in his lower body and almost tumbling down while trying to stand up. Resulting for him to stumble down, but careful enough to not make any sound. “

The hell.” Shaking his head when that steamy night flashes back in his mind and gradually.

Horror waves unto him and sinks the fact that he couldn’t undo anymore. Making him pale in his place.

“Did I just?” Looking back at the drop-dead naked and gorgeous hunk laying sleeping comfortably and peacefully on the bed.

He shakes his head, waving out the stupid thoughts, worst when he just saw how big he is. How big is the manhood that just entered him. Not just that, he couldn’t believe that he gave his virginity to someone that he didn’t even know.

 “I just lose it didn’t I?” asking in a rather bewildered state, for he can’t imagine how he manages to take something that big, he slowly stood up.

Still having the pain, he took his clothes and immediately wore them in return. Taking a last glance, he opened the door and stares at the room number marking 2006. Wondering if he has the numbers right, the loose number that was originally at 9 that played the trick. Almost dropping him down, too much for a bet they just won, he just realizes and awfully that he is the losing sheep in this novel. 

“This is just a dream, no, a nightmare.”

In denial, he hurriedly walks away with his story is just getting started as someone's nose poke in return that will make this stance a spinning roller coaster ride. 

“The higher you build walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone tears them down.”

—Unknown