Fh2- Name

"Ahh! Oh! Oh!" the girl under me writhed in pleasure as I moved my hips behind her vigorously.

"I can't breathe! Ugh!" she begged and I don't care. I continued to choke her neck and plunged deeper into her while she grabs the headboard for support. Her body arched from the white mattress of the bed and let her flushed skin hit on mine.

"Please stop! I'm about to! Stop!" she cried. I'm nearing and I won't stop even if she begs hard. She should not have approached me if she's too weak. Instead of stopping, I moved faster and rougher than before, not minding if she can’t breathe because of my grasps.

I released her neck as I reached my peak. I stood up after I recovered. I cleaned myself and wore my clothes without looking at the girl that I used. I threw the used condoms on the trashcan near the maroon door.

"You know what to do with this girl." I said as I noticed my assistant outside when I have opened the door.

"I understand Sir. By the way, I already found her." he said while he handed me a red folder.

"Now I know your name." I whispered while browsing at the content of the folder.

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HAPPY

"Where are you going?! You have to paint again!" Bob shouted as he hurriedly followed me; while I'm walking through the door of our house or should I say my house?

"We already talked about this yesterday. Happy! Happy!" He resumed. He ran after me with his elegant gray four buttoned suit and shiny black Italian leather shoes.

“Happy!”

I hate to hear my name. It sounds so ironic.

“Happy, are you out of your mind again!?” He exclaimed.

Every time I hear it, all I can feel was pure contempt. Everything makes me sick especially my name and the organization. But, what can I do? I can't run away from them. I can't hide. They always know where I am. They always know where to find me. I do not have any choice but to live as their puppet and do everything that they want. I must find a way to have their approval for the favor that I was asking. It’s the only thing that can help me to find my inner peace.

"I will just go to the new coffee shop nearby and find some new subjects for my painting." I answered. I straightened my black peplum skirt using my palms and slightly dusted off my white halter top that has a small print of an ocean wave on its right chest.

"Thank God." he murmured breathlessly.

Funny, how easily that certain word escaped from his lips. I looked at him for a moment and smirked. I stood straight in front of him, acting proud and unafraid.

"Keys." I said as I lend my hand in front of him.

He stared at my hand unconsciously not knowing what to react in response. So, I whistled while waiting for him and in a blink of an eye, he gave me the car keys. He put up a wide smile on his wrinkled face, as he tucked his hands inside his ash-toned trousers.

"Take care."

I quickly walked towards his car and started its engine as fast as I can after entering because I'm worried that he might change his mind. I drove around the city and found a café near by the city bridge.

"Welcome to the Beans." the staff greeted me as she opened the door for me. I smiled at her in return and then I find a table near a wide white-trimmed glass window with an overlooking view of beautiful scenery of the Sage bridge. I scanned the whole place, there are still no customers around. Maybe because it is too early. The coffee shop isn't that big, though it looks neat. It is so simple and so cozy.

I just find everything calming yet strange.

The brown woody interior and the yellow lighting made me feel calm. But I find the aroma of the coffee bizarrely familiar. The smell of the coffee is nothing but nostalgic. I’m not sure where I smelled it but I think I already did once. Was it from a foreign country that I already visited?

"Ma'am, what do you like to order?" a voice behind me asked.

I suddenly stopped looking around and rashly opened the menu to hide my embarrassment from being in dazed. I browsed the list and looked for something that I want.

"A cup of espresso and a slice of blueberry cheesecake." I said while flipping the pages of the menu.

"Is that all ma'am?" I just nodded at him in response. He is kind of young. Maybe younger than me. Although his soft features are undeniable his black crew-cut hair makes him look quite matured.

As the waiter walked farther, I can't't help myself but stare at the barista. I don't know why I'm staring at a stranger but I think he is also kind of familiar. I just can't point it out. His long blonde hair cascades like waterfalls over his shoulders while his eyes are intently looking at the cup of coffee on his hands. He glides like water. Flowy and graceful.

"Staring is rude." the guy said as his blue eyes meet my green ones. I avoided his intent gaze. I played with my fingers because I felt uncomfortable because of the stare that he is giving me.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"Don't mind him, Ma'am. Eugene is really arrogant. I'm sorry for his bad attitude." I looked up and noticed that it was the waiter earlier. He carefully placed my order on the table and throw a death glare on the guy named Eugene.

"It's okay. My fault." I responded. He just smiled at me in reply. He lowered his head a little and whispered something that made my face red.

"Eugene is single. I can give you his number since you are gorgeous. You can surely pass Eugene's criteria." I shook my head in embarrassment because of what he said.

"Stop that, Sean. I can still hear you." the guy with the name Eugene said it calmly. Still wiping the mugs in front of him.

"I'm just entertaining our first customer Eu." Sean, the waiter chuckled and smiled again to me.

"Ma'am, enjoy." The guy named Sean grinned at me as he placed a teaspoon and a paper towel in front of me.

As I finished eating, I stood up and put some money over the table napkin for a tip. I was about to walk away when the guy Eugene approached me.

"Hey, I won't say sorry for earlier." he said. I didn't  know how he just turned on my anger switch but he just did.

"Then I take back my sorry earlier." I replied while confidently looking at his ocean-like eyes. I couldn't help but look at it and feel something that was extremely familiar unlike earlier. It was unexplainable.

"You can't take back your sorry little one and for the second time staring is rude." he arrogantly smiled and looked down on me since he's height is around six feet tall and I'm just around 5'4. I quickly averted my eyes away

from him.

"Woah is this how you treat your customers?" I retorted while holding into my skirt to stop myself from punching him. I didn't know why I suddenly felt like I want to murder this person.

"Sometimes." He simply said.

I bumped him intentionally as I walked past him. I walked further but I stopped when Iheard a voice that called my name.

“Happy.”

I didn't know where it came from. I looked around but I only saw a lot of people busily walking on the street.

Maybe it was just in my head.

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