Chapter 10 Another Hot Encounter

Myra led Hart, still hand in hand, into the suite where their friends awaited. It was not a big suite, with a master room, two shared bathrooms and a kitchen which the rich girls barely used and a smaller room where Lesley slept. Hart put down his duffel bag carefully, observing the room as thoroughly as he could. This would work for a temporary hideout, but he would have to go forward with his plan.
“You’ll be sharing with Lesley,” she said, hoping he would not be disappointed that they would not be sharing a bad. Sierra smiled with a hand over her mouth, anticipating what her sister shared with the divine man that she had just brought back to the hotel. Between them, they had the habit of calling the hotel ‘home’, as they did on several occasions. The home was where Myra was with Sierra, although now, it was where she hid with Hart. Hart had presented her with such a special and homely feeling.
Myra’s sharp eyes did not deter her from knowing what was on Sierra’s mind. The two stepsisters had always shared secrets, from the men they liked to their university problems. With Myra’s deeply-controlled life, she had only Sierra and their other two friends, mostly Sierra.
“I won’t tell Uncle Fred,” she whispered, puckering her lips as she teased her stepsister about her newfound relationship. Hart put an arm around Myra’s waist, although he didn’t say a word.
So, what was there to do now? Would Angelo find them as they were here? Myra reflected silently, engrossing herself in a game of Bejeweled. Right now, she couldn’t be bothered much about Jake’s whereabouts or what he did with the unknown girl. It wasn’t her problem. She understood that first loves typically didn’t work out, although sometimes, thinking about Jake upset her.
But with Hart around, she felt warmth and positivity. Sierra walked aside, signalling to Lesley that they should leave the couple for a moment. In a loud whisper, she told Aria, “Guys, I’m hungry! Let’s go for some supper!”
“So, this is where we get some alone time?” Hart whispered to Myra, hearing the thud of the door closing behind them. He inched closer to Myra, who was sitting on the bed still in the dress earlier. “What do you think?”
She smiled at him shyly. “Why don’t you wait? What if they forgot something?”
They had grown used to making love to each other every night. Why was Hart so excited about being alone with her, even if it was only for a short while?
He turned towards her with an impertinent look. Propping her down on the bed, he stroked her cheeks gently, gazing into her eyes.
“Now, will you tell me about that Jake guy?”
What Myra disliked was having a man suspect her for who she was. She had encountered it endlessly with Jake, who was rough with her and questioned her feelings for him. His eyes were often cold and ruthless, matching up with his cruel and possessive personality. Had she chosen to be with him, she knew Jake would cage her against her own will. Jake was often jealous and jumping to conclusions.
“I mean, I just want to know if he is your ex. But I can understand,” he flicked her free strands of hair on the sheets. “I just want you to be mine. I can accept the past.” He tickled her below her chin, pecking her on the lips. He had remembered briefly seeing photographs in her cell phone of her and a man, but a few days ago, when he transferred their selfies from her cell phone to his, Myra had already deleted the said photographs.
Myra cleared her throat. “I had a crush on Jake for five years. When I found out he would be embarking on an urgent trip to Bali, I thought it would be the best moments of my life.”
Hart felt sympathetic for Myra. He fathomed that before meeting him, she was dismayed. She had wanted satisfaction from him, but she had never left his side. He had called it fate, but he knew there was something behind her sadness.
She dried her eyes with her fingers, continuing her story. “He suspected me all the time, even though I gave him my first time. He would blame me for looking at someone else or being friendly with another member of the opposite sex. Every time he got jealous, he would take it on me in bed. I never felt pleasure from him, only pain. That night, I wanted to surprise him with the new dress I had bought, but I found him hugging another woman. I took off and dropped my phone on the ground. Then, I met you.”
He lifted his lips to hers. “Myra, I’m not probing into your past. I just want to know who the man is. I will make him regret it.”
She held his hand tightly. “Hart, it’s in the past now. You agreed that you would help me forget him. I don’t want anything to do with him, Hart. Just us.”
“Just us,” he whispered, holding her tightly to him. “I promise. But you will have to stick to your words.”
“Pinky promise?” she held up her hand to him. They both laughed. After making the promise, they fell back into the soft sheets, bouncing on the bed. “How long before your friends come back, I wonder?”
“Sierra eats slowly,” Myra giggled. What was life going to be with Hart’s wonderful kisses added to the drama she already had? Clambering over him, she playfully meddled with his nose, surprising him with a playful kiss. Hart glanced at her up and down, imposing her with a seductive grin on his lips.

“You know where this teasing leads to, Myra.” Flipping her over, he pinned her down dominantly with his larger body. The sight of the bulge in his pants just drove her to desire him further. He pulled down her shorts, exposing her lacy panties. Then, slipping his hand behind her back, he unclasped her bra.
She panted furiously. No matter how many times Hart had done it with her, she just wanted more. But instead of taking her on the spot, Hart just teased her further, presumably in revenge. The fingers of his right hand glided above her underwear, tormenting her with each second. His other hand moved freely under her bra, pinching her at places that made her want him more.
Hart, you naughty beast!
She opened her mouth to protest, only for him to silence her with the heat of his mouth. His tongue slid inside her mouth slowly, thrusting her into a state of neediness. She longed for him inside her, although it had happened hours ago. This time, it was different. It felt kinky. He had even dimmed the lights on purpose. The suspense that her friends would be back soon sent her into a fluster.
He nibbled on her lips gently, knowing that it would make her want more. His lust was overtaking him at the moment, but Hart was a person who had impressive self-control. He had observed much from his relationship with Milla, who was insatiable. He knew nothing about Milla’s experience with men, although he felt she was an expert with seducing others and perhaps, even had several exes.
Myra was different. It was fun to explore her needs along with his, but he realised he had liked her a lot more. In just a few days, he had fallen deeper in love with her than how he had felt with Milla.
Milla had made him compromise a lot in their past relationship, drinking and getting involved with other men, which she insisted had been due to her job. She had been going on with her eccentric lifestyle until she mysteriously died three years ago. He had never questioned her if she had been unfaithful while in her line of work. Nor had he known what her actual job was like.
Despite the sweet moments with him and how adorable she was in his memory, Milla had confused Hart in the almost two years they were together. At times, she would vanish for months on end. The only key he had to who she was had been her aged mother. Now that her mother had dementia, it was even more challenging for him to get anything out of Bibik Ina. Milla’s past would always be a question in his mind.
Bibik Ina’s dementia allowed her only to retain memories of a fourteen-year-old Milla. After three years, Hart could only tell himself that she had been reborn, putting down his desire to find out how she had died. Perhaps it was like the police had said, just a robbery. Now that he had decided to move on with Myra, there was nothing more he could do but just cherish the present and future.
He promptly released his mouth from hers, followed by his hands.
“Not now, Myra. Tonight.”
He snickered, allowing Myra to catch her breath and pull on her pants, wondering what was up with him. Five minutes later, her friends returned with supper. She sighed as she slumped back on the bed, deep in thought. Indeed, Hart was precise at planning his games. Had they started, perhaps they would be in a tight spot right now and probably be caught by her friends.
Sierra appeared slightly annoyed, wiping off the sweat on her face with some tissues from a box on the dining table. What she said next was utterly chilling to Myra.
“We were pursued by some men back at the coffee shop in town. I don’t know what happened, Myra, but something about being here doesn’t seem safe.”