Chapter 5 A Kiss To Forget

The wind played with my hair as the crescent moon gleamed in beauty above me. The salty wind was my current comfort as I left the moment the dinner finished. They're still at the beach house.

And for me, I'm with the beach. I heard heavy footsteps approaching me, and as I turned around, I saw Mikael with his grinning smile.

I looked at him annoyingly. I rolled my eyes as he sat beside me. I tightened the hug on my legs while my toes playfully had fun with the sand.

"Remember we played here all the time."

A smile appeared on my lips.

"Matias was always a bully. You'd carry me and throw me to the water. Old times."

"Don't forget how Lorenzo helped me carry you cause you were such a heavy elephant!"

"Hey! The only reason Lorenzo helped you was because you were a twig and couldn't carry me!"

We both indulged in laughter and the memories of childhood. Our families were always close so I had Matias and Mikael with me throughout my childhood.

"You were such a sneaky child! Remember sneaking into Lorenzo's room just to steal a kiss?" he teased.

"It was a dare! Plus, I was like ten at that time!"

His eyes narrowed at me. I rolled my eyes and pushed him. Before, I could easily push him to the ground. Now, he's hard as steel.

"If you would have chosen to marry me back then, our family wouldn't be asking for heirs," he winked at me.

I acted like I was going to vomit. I pushed him hard. This time, he fell.

"You disgusting piece of shit!"

His laughter filled the air. But it was cut off when we heard someone clearing their throat. I turned around and saw Lorenzo standing behind us with his hands in his pockets. I swallowed hard.

"We're going home," he said with his stoic voice.

I looked at Mikael who's now standing up. He offered me his hand. I accepted his hand and stood up. I had to dust away the sand as Mikael helped me. He had to fix a stray hair on my face, all while Lorenzo was still in front of us.

I pursed my lips. "I'll call my driver. You can go first."

"We're going home... together."

Mikael and I looked at each other. He just shrugged his shoulders as he looked at his brother intently.

"Uhh, Mikael can take me home."

"Like I always do," Mikael whispered but we still heard it.

"We're going home. We have a flight tomorrow morning."

"Go," I heard Mikael.

I just sighed and nodded.

I walked past them and headed to the beach house. A lot of people expected me to marry Mikael. But my heart was for Lorenzo. And I made sure I would marry him. And now that we're married for three years, it also made me think if I just went with Mikael. My life would have been different. Maybe happy.

The ride back to the mansion was so long that I didn't even remember that I slept. And when I woke up, I'm already on my bed, still wearing the same clothes as last time. I looked at the wall clock and it's two in the morning.

I sighed as I rose from bed and checked emails. Ella sent me an email regarding my flight with Lorenzo. Our families have taken us to five trips already. This is just one of those trips they planned hoping they'd have an heir when we come back.

I never actually expected they'd be so upfront about asking for an heir. I brushed my hair with my fingers. The flight will be at nine in the morning. I called Ella for some changes. After a few rings, she picked up.

"What flight is the earliest?"

There was a long pause before she answered.

"Five in the morning."

"Book me that flight."

I dropped the call and prepared my stuff.

I exited the mansion with my two luggage. As soon as the car's engine started, I took one last glance to the mansion and left. I wouldn't take the flight with Lorenzo. I doubt if he'd be with me on a two week trip. He'd rather be with his mistress.

I boarded the plane and went straight to the business suite. And when the clock hit five, I was out of my hometown. I slept throughout my two hour flight to Amanpao, an exclusive island. I boarded out and saw a sign with my name. My brow raised looking at the woman with her sleepy eyes.

She immediately saw me and raised the sign higher.

"Mrs. Huxley, it is an honor--"

"Good morning. Who sent you? I didn't ask for assistance."

"Your assistant called me," she smiled at me despite her evident exhausted look.

I just nodded and followed her. I went inside a black SUV to a private extension island. The second I arrived, I asked for my room. But when I opened the door, the first thing I saw was the rose petals. I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I sighed heavily and changed to my bikini immediately.

I had my breakfast in my room and enjoyed my time arranging my things. I called for a staff to clean up the petals around the room and the annoyingly heart shaped petals they placed on the bed.

I surveyed the room and saw one king-size bed, a spacious closet, a bathroom that looked like from the royals in the Renaissance time, the ceiling was high and I took a pause when I saw the ceiling was painted, there was a living room that looked glorious, and a kitchen that matched it, and when I thought the french doors lead to the balcony, I was wrong.

I opened the french doors and saw a pool outside, only for me. I smirked when an idea crossed my mind. I immediately took a dip in the pool. The sun was out and shining but the pool was cold enough for my skin. I swam around and when I grew tired, I laid down on one of the lounges.

I looked around and since the place was only for me, I took off my bra and welcomed the heat of the sun. I enjoyed the scorching sun as it tanned my skin. I even felt my eyelids getting heavy so I took a nap. It wasn't that long when I heard the creak of the door and footsteps walking around the room.

I just closed my eyes shut and thought it would be the staff or my lunch. I thought my hunch was right when for a while, it was silent and only the soft rustle in the room was all I could hear.

But I was dead wrong when I felt a towel suddenly cover me, even my face. My teeth gritted and rose up.

"What the--" I was about to burst from my slumber relaxation when I saw the last person I'd expected to be here with me. The corner of my lips rose as I lowered my sunglasses.

"And what are you doing here?" I asked with a mischievous tone.

He just gave me the smug look and looked at the lounge beside me. I just shook my head and laid down once again.

"You should be careful. Cameras might be wandering around."

I scoffed.

"I've been in all of our honeymoons our family planned, and none of the media caught me naked running around the beach once."

There was a long silence before he spoke again.

"Why weren't you in the jet?"

"I didn't expect you would come. You never came on any of our trips."

I heard his breathing getting deeper or my senses are just getting sensitive now that he's close to me.

"Monique cleared my schedule. You didn't have to talk to Monique with this."

My interest peaked.

"What? You think I talked to Monique so you'd come here? Believe me, the last thing I want right now is to be with you."

Silence creeped in every second. I couldn't stand breathing the same air with him so I stood up and walked out. I still felt my heart beating loudly. Before I entered the room, I faced him once more.

"Book yourself another room. This is mine."

I took a shower and changed my clothes quickly. When I headed out, he was still chilling in the pool. I bit my lip and hoped he'd be out of this room when I returned. With my Sunday dress, I entered the buffet hall and I could hear my stomach churn. My plate was almost full when I decided to stop getting more food. I chose a table in the far corner and sat there.

I was happily devouring my food when Lorenzo sat in front of me. I paused and slowly dropped my knife and fork. My tongue circled my teeth and looked at him dumbfounded.

"Can you at least give me peace," I gave him a questioning look.

"Just eat."

"Yes, I was doing that. But why are you here? In fact, this is weird. You never came to one of our trips. You had a change of heart? I doubt that."

He sighed. "I told you. Monique wanted me here. She cleared my schedule."

"I don't care if Monique did this or that. Just don't come near me. The last thing I want right now is to see the reason I almost lost my career."

He smirked at me evilly.

"You knew well your infidelities would ruin you one day. It was just time the media released it."

I laughed sarcastically. I bit the insides of my cheeks as my blood boiled because of this man.

"Says the man who's taking his mistress to his penthouse. We have our fair share of mistakes. I can't be the one crumbling to pieces, Lorenzo. If you're doing this so I'd agree to the divorce, keep on dreaming."

Those were my last words before I stood up and left with my heart pounding so hard. I went straight to the receptionist and asked for a new room.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Huxley. All the rooms are occupied," the receptionist said for the fourth time when I asked several times if she could check again for a vacant room.

I could sleep in a basement just to escape the presence of Lorenzo. Sleeping in the same room with him?! No way! If I were the newly wed Valera, I'd be happy. But the time is different, circumstances are ugly, and my relationship with Lorenzo could never be restored, as if there was ever to be restored.

I nodded in defeat as my shoulders dropped. Being the spoiled brat I was born to be, my legs led me to the bar where I drowned myself with liquor. A few men tried to accompany me to this lone island table, but they ended up leaving. My sly words full of poison was enough to scare them away.

I kept on going on and on with many more glasses. Basic, Valera. Whenever I don't get what I want, some liquor, or maybe a plenty of it would be enough to keep me sane. Or I would lash out.

When only the sound of the owl, I could possibly hear, I have finally decided to leave the bar. With my groggy legs, and jelly knees, I did my best walking straight to my hotel room. I was about to fall to the cold floor when I felt strong hands capture my waist.

I thought I was knocked out, but when I felt those large arms wrapped around my waist, my body actually revived itself.

I cleared my throat and straightened my back, but it was this stranger that I owe who is actually the one carrying my weight.

"I'm sorry, sir," I took his hands away from my waist. When I turned to face him, I was taken aback. Such a great creature, I see.

"It's late. What are you doing here?" His voice was like steel but his breath could melt it.

My lips turned into a mischievous smirk.

"And why is a gorgeous man wandering around a dark night?" I asked and my sensual voice peaked. I had to swallow hard, stopping myself from it.

"You're drunk. Let's go back to your room," he said like he knew where my room is.

My dumb and drunk persona overcame me when I just nodded to this stranger.

"Just go left," I pointed. "Then left and then right, and then up and down, and then circles and lines–"

"Hush, you drank too much," his strong arms were wrapped around me, making sure I wouldn't fall easily.

"I did not! I am perfectly fine, sir," I stopped from talking and showed him my poor composure.

"Just keep quiet. People are sleeping at this hour."

I giggled.

"Are you sure? They're not into some funny business at this hour?"

"Don't ask too many questions."

I ignored him. "Because from what I know, people at this hour are far from being quiet, sir. Well as for me, I'd be quiet. Unfortunately, I'm with my husband."

"Yes, unfortunately, Valera."

My head immediately directed to his gaze. My blurred vision can't even take a clear picture of this man. I pouted.

"How'd you know my name?"

He kept his lips in a thin line, He is awfully familiar.

"We're here in your room."

I looked at my door and looked back at him.

"I hate my room."

There was a silent pause before he answered.

"Why?"

A pathetic chuckle left my lips. "My husband leaves me."

"You don't want him in the same room with you. You just complained to the receptionist how there should be a new room for you."

"Do you think he's in this room?"

He shook his head. An idea popped in my head. But I discarded it as quickly as possible. But when silence fell, that idea stuck to my mind. I bit my lower lip, fighting myself. And before I could open the door behind me, and say goodbye to this stranger, I found myself pulling his shirt so I could see him closer.

"You look awfully familiar."

"Yoo too."

The corner of my lips curled as I went in closer as my lips touched his soft ones. I pulled him closer and kissed him deeper. He remained his lips closed, but I couldn't care less. Once his lips slowly opened, yet there still wasn't a response from him, I slid my tongue in and skillfully kissed him.

I tasted rum the moment my tongue was inside. I smiled at him.

"You taste good," I couldn't even recognize my voice now.

I planted another kiss and then another. My lips lowered to his neck. Damn, his perfume reminded me of someone I don't want to know. I shrugged the picture of that man in my mind. I went back to his lips.

"Kiss me back. Please..." I whispered between our lips.

I wanted to kiss him again. He tastes like a dream. But there wasn't a response. So my hands loosened the grip on his shirt. I was about to turn away when I felt his pull. His hand slid to my nape as his other hand snaked around my waist like it owned it.

His tongue never hesitated and went inside my mouth. A moan escaped my lips as he devoured me like a hungry animal. I matched his level of hunger as my arms circled around his neck, pulling him in.

The door opened unknowingly, and we both went inside. I guess I'll be up to some funny business tonight.