Chapter 3 The Beginning

Yesterday was the most embarrassing moment of my life, so drunk that it would happen in my 23 years of existence, swearing to God as I promise not to let that occur again. I will no longer get groggy and drink alone just because of Billy. From this time forward, being a weak human being will eliminate from my personality.

Eight pm already. I just finished my dinner, watching Netflix here in the living room. It's a common pastime aside from doing my designs. The air coming from outside the balcony is nice as I feel the sadness of being alone, without understanding why. I almost have everything-good work, a house, and a career, but I still long for something. I get everything I want. Eat whatever I love, have a good life. Even I don't have siblings, and I enjoyed my youth as I grew up with my parent's care.

I was about to sleep, but notifications popped up on my phone's screen. No one knew my number aside from Billy and intimate friends. With curiosity, I look at it instantly, "Hey there ..! How are you now? It seems like you just hit and run on me, little brat. I'm just kidding. I want to check on you. You were so aggressive the last time we were together and so intense in bed. Hope to see you soon. Muuaaahh love lots Baby."

[Ally Point of View]

The one-night stand is new to me, exciting. Fortunately, I got Hannah's number before she left me. I made the right decision to go out yesterday rather than stress myself to Dad. I thought fixed marriage was only in other countries, but I was wrong, and even here in the Philippines, it's a trend.

I bumped into Hannah at the bar. She impressed me with her sense of humor as I chatted with her for a while, making me forget my problem. I found her cute and not only beautiful but was excellent as well on the bed, hearing nothing else in the whole room but her sounds, enjoying what I was doing. Her whiteness and smoothness of body were captivating. If I were a real man, perhaps I would probably get her pregnant so she could chase me.

[Hannah Point of View]

Holy cow! How did she get my number? I'm not that drunk, as I recalled. I'm just a bit emotional and upset that my best friend broke her promise. Talk shit of hers. Surely indeed show like she doesn't need me once more because they are on good terms. When that guy deceived her again, that's the only time Billy will notice me.

"I'm fucked off, dude! Go away and leave me alone." That's what I want to say every time she comes to me and is heartbroken.

Oh shit! Did that girl meddle on my phone? I can't blame her, and perhaps she's curious because we had sex. Why would she get my number, to get to know each other, to have the second meet and sex again? Is that so?

What the hell I was thinking. The people now were so wild and loved to experiment and explore things. That's not bad either, but the thing is, I have nothing to do with her. It's just a one-night stand, and I'm not into a commitment. What the fuck.

Why does she need to get my number? Why am I worried? It's just her, or maybe I'm afraid Billy may find out? Is that why I'm concerned about it?

"Oh, come on, Hannah, it's just a message doesn't mean she's into a serious relationship. It can be just hanging out with benefits. Why don't you try to go out with her and have fun, enjoy so not only Billy is in your mind."

It's like the other part of me talking shit. What the hell why I worry that much? I'm single, and only I'm in this complicated fucking relationship. I don't know what kind, but I'm definitely in love with Billy. She's my first. We had sex, everything, and yet was nothing as hell. Goddamn it!

It's already 10 pm late. It suddenly came back into my mind what was happening that night. My God, I can still remember some detail that happens to us in the Hotel. How did we end up there? Every single part of her body, even her smell, the sounds of excitement and romance we had. But in my heart, I was hoping and imagining it was Billy that I was having intercourse. She was my dream girl ever since we were in high school. I don't know what she did to me, why I was so naïve when it came to her.

I didn't feel the same way about Billy as I was having sex with that girl from the bar, so intimate and different. The feelings and acts were mutual far from Billy, and I had sex as nothing, done quickly. It's like I'm the only one who enjoyed it and was satisfied! I felt betrayed to myself why I let that happen to me, being humiliated.

"Hey, are you there? Aren't you going to reply to me?" she even strike to pursue me again.

Do I need to respond to her? What I'm going to tell you? What? Talk about what happened that night? This circumstance is not fun. I don't have time for this.

"Sooner or later, we will meet each other again, Baby. I promise we will enjoy it again, but this time you are not drunk because It's too hard to resist you.😘", she even put an emoji on it.

"Should I text her back? What would Billy think If I'm going to do that?" talking to myself.

It's my first time encountering this, so I don't know how to react to it. Maybe leave it that way or better to change my sim card so she can't bother me again. That's the best thing to do, I think.

I'm not supposed to worry this much. There's no big deal, and we're both single and ready to mingle. Why do I need to think about Billy always? She didn't even care what I would feel every time she didn't show up and disregarded me.

Finally, it was time to sleep, but Billy was calling in the messenger. I won't answer and listen to her excuse anymore. She would apologize million times, promising not to do it again. I do understand we're not a real couple but at least keep her words. If she can't make it, then don't promise so that I won't expect anything in return.

The girl at the bar was lovely and a bit attractive perhaps if we meet first, we can be in a serious relationship, I guess so.

Billy kept on calling, but I ignored it and tried to sleep. Tomorrow morning I need to go back to work. For sure, in my two days' absence, Anna will go to kill me. I need to focus on my company, and that thing that happened last night will bury it in oblivion.