That night, Lizzy drove of to Allure. It was one of the places they would often hang out before. She and Lyndon discussed business there and some of personal stuff. She personally liked the place and even when Lyndon went back to country A, she still went there from time to time to unwind.
She was already intoxicated when she went to Allure. She wanted to drink for her pathetic heart in beating for the wrong guy. She wanted to drown herself and maybe tomorrow, she would wake up with an aching head not an aching heart. At least, the remedy is easy when she had hang over.
She did not know how many bottles of liquors she knocked down, she only knew that her heart is still aching.
She had her own room booked and from there, she went down to the common area to watch the people dance. She loved dancing but dance did not love her. She did not have any inclination towards music because according to her, notes seemed to run away from her.
The common area is filled with different people with statuses. They enthusiastically danced to the beat.
She sat on the stool before the bar counter and ordered again. Her usual white face is now painted with blush red. She's drunk but not drunk enough.
Beside her was a man that was sad. He had his shoulders slouched as he twirled his drink he's holding. He stared into the crowd but it seemed that his stare penetrated the wall of people in front of him.
She started to hiccup and the bartender refused her to have another drink.
Would they usually do this?
As their compensation of the refusal to give her alcohol, they served her non-alcoholic beverages which made her fell asleep in that instant.
She just noticed that she felt like she was being lifted by two strong arms.
But she did not care anymore. She just wanted to ease her heart throbbing with pain.
Brandon carried her to his car and drove away - towards the city. He wanted to return to his place but how about this woman? How will he deal with her?
He wanted to wake her up, but then she sounded really asleep.
What was he thinking bringing the woman back with him? He did not even know her! How was he suppose to send her home when she did not want to wake up?
Frustrated, he stepped his accelerator hardly. Hardly that the car he was driving was close to flying. It even left burn marks on the asphalt road.
He arrived at his penthouse carrying the unconscious woman his arms. He had really enough. When they were nearing the city, the woman kept crying like mad. He did not know how to calm her down so, he let her be. She wailed and wailed until she fainted.
He opened the guest room to place the woman there but he remembered that the room lacked beddings and even ventilation. The climate was somewhat cold so, he did not dare left the woman inside that room, instead he carried her to his bedroom.
Since he initiated the kindness to bring the woman along, he could not abandon her out of guilt. What was he really thinking back at the bar?
He was still wearing a suit. He angrily tossed his necktie down to the sofa and sat down with force. He crossed his arms to his chest and began pondering as to why he really brought the woman back.
He was just staring at her sad face. It showed that something broke inside the woman, like him. They were both broken. And the rest was purely out of instinct.
He closed his eyes to ease his throbbing head. The alcohol he drank earlier started to mellow down. He had high alcohol tolerance and the liquor will die down in his system. He kept massaging his forehead and walked back to his room mindlessly.
He tossed his clothes around the room not caring where it went and climbed up to the bed with only his boxers on.
Lizzy on the other hand, felt something that was beside her. Thinking that she was alone in the room and the thing beside her was just a comfortable pillow, she snuggled closely.
Brandon, could not properly sleep as he tossed and turned around but when Lizzy snuggled closely to him, he felt comfortable and he immediately drifted to sleep.
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The year is about to pass.
Misha and Lyndon celebrated Christmas together. They are still on the island which is now owned by them. They are now married and the property is conjugal. They both agreed that they will often stay there and eventually make it their home with their children.
The bungalow that was small and cozy turned to a villa where their whole family fitted in perfectly.
Lyndon gifted her another two pups for this Christmas. She was crying like hell as she could not believe it on her own two eyes. It was a large Tibetan Mastiff and a Siberian Husky.
Siberian Husky was her favorite breed because she found them adorable and at the same time amazing. She was like a kid jumping up and down with joy.
"Thank you little husband." she said endearingly. She then pecked his lips but he returned it to her with his deep and passionate kiss.
"You're welcome little wife." he replied as he smile at her, meaningfully. "You know, you should reward me for getting the husky for you." he added suggestively.
"What could it be your reward?" asking as if she did not understand the underlying meaning of her husband's statement.
"Give me a wild guess." he said as he nibbled her earlobes. His voice was exceptionally seductive when he whispered her in the ear. He kissed her deep and long enough to render her breathless. He swiftly unhooked her bra and scooped her up while placing her legs to his waist. He carried her to their bed and gently laid her down.
She's actually quite nervous because other than what happened to them in Paris, it did not happened again. It was quite a long time and even though they were already married, Lyndon did not force her to do it with him. Instead, he patiently waited for her to recover and be strong again.
And the moment has come. She was completely fine and all the more, she's ready to accept him again.
"Hey! That's foul." she exclaimed as she flushed with red. She was overwhelmed by his moves. She could not help but feel dizzy and fuzzy over his kisses.
The man just smiled at her whining, she, on the other hand wanted to find some hole and hide. She clearly knew what she wanted. Her!
His hands roamed around in her mounds under her white shirt. She had an inexplicable feeling from it. It was though she was electrocuted. Her senses became sharp and she actually moaned from his kneading. Every touch of his left a burning sensation.
He kissed her deep and their tongues intertwined with each other. His mouth invaded hers and he sucked her tongue after. He just let her breathe for a moment then continued to kiss her deep. So deep that she closed her eyes as to savor the moment. She clasped her arms around his neck and allowed him to undress her. He tossed aside her white shirt on the floor and went back to kissing her.
His kisses trailed down to her neck which made her toes curl and arch her body. It was an overwhelming feeling. His burning lips found place at her collarbones down and to her two mounds. He kneaded the other and sucked. He had done that simultaneously.
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