Summer @ 21 Not Their First Night

My eyes follow him as he continues pacing around his small apartment while talking to someone on the phone. I didn't expect he'd actually bring me to his place without so much of a fight. To be honest, I'm a little nervous whether he'd realize who I really am. But with my disguise, I doubt he would.

"What about Steve? Didn't he help catch the thieves?" He barks on the phone before slamming the refrigerator door. "Ah, so stupid!" He snaps while pouring water on the glass and spilling it on the counter. "$hit! Forget the money! What about Edna?" He smacks the pitcher on the counter in his obvious rage before bringing the overflowing glass over to me. "Drink!" He tells me and resumes pacing around the place. "No I wasn't talking to you!" He sighs and glances at me while I take a sip of the water, putting it on the coffee table afterwards. “Alright, calm down now, ok? Yes. I'll be there as soon as I settle something on my part." He finally ends the call and regards me with an irritated glare.

"Oh, if you're worried about me, you can go ahead. I'll just stay here and mind my own business."

"I'm not worried about you even a bit, old man." He tells me with his scowling face. "Look, I know I hit you earlier but I don't think you're injured anyway. So I think we can settle this matter. What do you want?"

"I told you what I want. Keep me here for the time being."

"And I told you, too, that I can't. I don't even know you. What if you're a bad person?"

"Are you serious? Look at the difference of our physique. If I'm really a bad person, do you think I'd choose to prey on someone that can easily crash me?"

"Who knows that's your MO." He sighs and rubs his face with a palm.

"It's Bright." I supply but he only gawks at me as if he doesn't understand what I'm saying. "My name's Bright. Bright and cheerful."

"Hah! What kinda name's that? Don't you mean dull and grumpy?" He frowns and shakes his head then rubs his chin agitatedly. "Whatever. Anyway, I'll leave for a moment but while I'm away, kindly wash and tidy yourself up. My place is starting to smell with your body odor and I'm feeling sick of it. Plus, I'm working in the food industry so hygiene is most important. I hate thinking you might've contaminated my place and my food with your germs.”

For some unknown reason, I don't feel insulted nor intimidated. Rather, I have the urge to laugh at his seemingly childish grumbling. I keep quiet as I continue following him with my eyes as he starts preparing to leave once again. I wonder who he talked to earlier and what could've happened. He looks both worried and pissed.

"Here and here." He throws me a towel, change of clothes and new toothbrush. "Use these and throw your damn pajamas away!”

"Throw away? This is my favorite pair!" I tell him in defiance just so I can see more of his ever changing expressions.

“Either they'll be thrown or you're the one to go, you choose. Believe me, that thing can't be saved by mere laundry. So please."

"Where are you going anyway? What's the problem? And when are you coming back? Aren't you concerned that I might steal something in your house?”

“Nothing's worth stealing in my house. I'll only be away for a moment. One of my food trucks was hijacked and all the money was taken. My sister's managing it so I'm going to help her settle everything at the precinct." He makes a disgruntled sound and snatches the keys from the coffee table. "Damn it!”

Before I can say more, he's opened the door and vanishes to the night once again, leaving me alone in his abode. Huh, that's unexpected. Maybe what happened really has him so worried that he left a stranger in his house. Although I'd like to think that I'm not really a complete stranger to him.

I lock the door after him and take my phone out of my pajama. "Hello, sorry for calling you at this hour. I'd like you to look something for me."

After giving a few directions, I end the call and walk towards what I think might be the bathroom. However, my vision starts flickering that my steps falter. I stagger a couple of times before falling to my knees and wheeze. Crap! This troublesome head.

I wait for the headache to go away and my vision to clear before getting to my feet again. That's right. I haven't visited my doctor in so long that my episodes are getting frequent as of late. But if I return up to grid, that damn pervert might catch me once again and my peaceful days would get in danger once more.

I enter the bath and take my time doing my business. The clothes he gave me are way too big and loose. One of my ni*ples gets exposed as the shoulder of the shirt drops off to the side while the pajama bottoms keep falling off. What did he eat for growing this humongous?

I leave the bathroom feeling refreshed and clean. Well, that wasn't so bad after all. I, too, believe that I'm neglecting myself especially my hygiene. It's because whenever I begin working, nothing and no one can pull me out of that limbo except hunger and fatigue.

Speaking of, I drop myself on the couch and open my laptop. Just as I'm to start typing, I feel my stomach growl. That's right. I wasn't able to finish my lunch earlier today. I look around the tiny space, appreciating how clean it is despite a man residing it. Is there anything edible in here?

I put the laptop back on the couch and stagger towards his small kitchen. Wow! I have a palpitation as soon as I open his fridge. It's packed with so many ingredients and food. I feel like a ravenous animal, drooling at the sight of such sumptuous meal.

My stomach growls once again so I grab one container that first takes my attention. Chicken fillet? I pick up two slices and gobble it up before taking another container. Ugh! The same cupcakes he gave me earlier. I take one and swallow it in one go. I did the same to all the containers in the fridge until I feel bloated.

He even has different beverages in here except alcohol. I snatch a carton of milk and gulp a few swallows before putting it back and finally close the fridge. My belch has never been this loud, it's like a truck's horn. I chuckle and pick up my wallet, taking a few bills before slapping it on his dining table. I think that's more than enough for all I've consumed.

I assume my seat on the couch again and start typing on my laptop. Food sure is my top source of inspiration whenever I make my stories. Only this time, the directors are asking for a touch of romance. Damn them. I've been known as a thriller novel writer. How dare them ask for a smorgasbord love story from me!

Fueled by delicious food, words start flooding my head that my fingers are unable to keep up. However, I'm only able to write a few paragraphs and my eyes begin to shut. I don't know how long I'm out but I feel movements around me then the warmth of a blanket enveloping my body, pulling me deeper into sleep.

"Oh, youre awake, arent you?" A raspy voice echoes in my ear before a roughened hand touches my damp chest and I quail in fear. "For a man, you sure have a very sexy body. Your pink ni*ples are like rosebuds, inviting me for a lick."

He does as he dictates, swirling his slimy tongue over and around both my niples. My teeth clench in mortification. Why can't I move? I try flailing my limbs but to no avail. I can't see a thing, it's so dark. Where am I?

Not seeing his face should be a consolation but I know this man. Of course I do. There's nothing else that repulses me but hearing his voice and making me think of his unpleasant face. I hate him to the very core of my bone! My body starts revolting*.

“*The curve of your slim waist is like handles to hold onto as I plow your insides with my ¢ock." He folds my body in half, raising my tied ankles up the air and I jerk to the side in hopes to avoid his assault. "You have nowhere to run, Summer. I'm going to make you mine!”

"No! Don't touch me!" I cry out in horror as I feel him grabbing me around my waist before something hard and moist nudging the hole at my back*.

"*You're saying that now?" He chuckles mockingly before grabbing ahold of my shaft. "But your thing here's telling me otherwise. You want me, too, dont you?”

"No! That's not true!" I roll to my side to avoid his touch and he only laughs to my chagrin. “Stop! Don't touch me!"

"It's alright to feel aroused. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He rolls me to my stomach until I'm sprawled vulnerable on the mattress, unable to punch nor kick. “After all, your body's made to be fu¢ked especially by me."

"It's not! You, disgusting pervert! Stop this, you freak! I loathe you! Release me and stop this preposterous actions! I don't want this*!”

"*You have a way with words." His laughter echoes around the room before his lips land on my shoulder to my utter revulsion. “Is this how you seduce men into bed to give you all these wealth? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you hide the fact that you're actually this beautiful? I could've given you everything you want, Summer. I alone am enough for you.” He braces my body before he lunges in.

No*!

I eject from the couch, gasping for breath while clutching my unkempt hair. $hit! Why? Why can't that nightmare ever leave me? I blink when I realize that I'm in an unfamiliar place and look around me. Yes, that's right. I'm in Kaye's home.

The main light has been turned off and only the lamp at the corner illuminates the living room. He must be home already. I wonder what time is it now. It's still dark out, though. I clutch the blanket that's draped around my shoulders and sniff the material. It smells of fabric conditioner.

Although I've expected that, I still feel a little disappointed. How I wish I can smell his familiar scent and be basked in his warmth right now. While thinking about it, I suddenly look up to the door that I assume might be his bedroom. I swallow as I reach for my glasses and put it on before walking towards the door.

I feel like the character in my stories wherein the protagonist is braving the odds and is entering the villain's lair. Kaye's a predator but he's far from being a villain though. After living a few years in peace, yet monotonous life, I'm now excited and thrilled by this new experience.

I twist the knob to his bedroom and breathe out a sigh of relief when it's not locked. I push the door open and enter the room in tiptoe. Just like the rest of his apartment, his room is small but is neatly arranged without any other unnecessary things.

I'm wishing he'll wake up from my movements so he can kick me out. Yet, I'm also hoping he won't stir awake so I can be with him longer. Maybe fate favors me right now coz he doesn't give any indication of waking up even after I've dipped the bed with my weight.

After taking my glasses off, I join under the covers and lay beside Kaye. My eyes go wide seeing his state under the covers. Other than the boxers, Kaye sleeps almost in nude. I snap my eyes off below his waist and watch his peaceful and handsome face instead.

Although he's bulked up in muscles and his face matures, all in all, he still remains the same teenage Kaye I once knew in the past. That's why I easily recognized him after seeing him the first time since our parting.

We're both the same in terms of being reserved. But where I'm a dour, Kaye emits a positive air around him. Like a reassurance that everything will be alright no matter what happens in life. Or maybe that's just my impression of him after what he did to me back then.

My heart aches remembering our past. For the first time in years, I want to feel the warmth of someone's embrace. To be petted by his large yet gentle hands. To see his smile that soothed my pain away. I miss those times. With longing, I tentatively reach out and touch his cheek.

To my horror, he suddenly snatches my wrist and pulls me into his chest. I gasp in shock, ready to receive his lashing but he remains shut-eyed. To my bigger surprise, he hugs me so tight I could get suffocated. He breathes into my neck and nuzzles my jaw.

“Go back to sleep, Rosy. I love you.” He kisses the top of my head and resumes sleeping.

Rosy? Who's that? It sure was a woman's name. I'm both happy and sad. Happy that Kaye's touch doesn't repulse me. Yet, I'm also sad thinking about who could Rosy be? He loves her, he said. The words stab my heart that a lone tear escapes my eye. Can't it be me?

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