Chapter 84

"Deleila ..."
"Please ... It's just now."
"Can we go out now?" Kiesha frustratingly asked.
"I'll just get our gun," Lorie said.
"Like me," I first left the seat. It's a pity the props we bought will not be used.
Even Ronnie went along as well. We walked hand in hand to the cottage. But when I finally got to the opposite side of it, I decided to just wait outside and let Lor and Ron take the things we had prepared.
I silently looked around. I am not looking for anyone, nor waiting for Spencer. There is some force that dictates to me to observe.
"Psst!" I heard a whisper of someone behind the tree. Its location is too dark. So it"s hard for me to identify who or what he is.
Out of curiosity, I stepped towards the person. Maybe it's Spencer. Just intimidating.
"Spencer?" I called, almost a whisper. But no one answered.
But I could clearly see the bulk of the man behind the tree. It is standing still. Probably looking back at me. What inexplicable emotions briefly soared into my system. I am a bit scared, and at the same time confused. I felt like I know the person. I can only think of one image. But I hate to recognize it. When it all started with me, I considered it a sin to go back in time.
"What are you doing in there?" I pulled myself together and was about to step closer to the person. But Ron's call got my attention.
"Geline ..."
"Huh?"
"I said come on. What are you doing there?" he wondered peering in the direction I was looking. Only to see no one.
Before I can realize, the person already managed to get away. What's left was the eerie silence.
Who is that? If he was bullying, I would have wanted him to know that he wasn"t funny.
I chose to ignore what happened. While walking towards Kiesha, I silently looked at Spencer's direction. He was still in his seat. Now kindly staring at the group of young people rejoicing opposite their cottage.
That means, the mysterious person from earlier is not him. And if it's him, he won't hide that way.
You're crazy! "
"I'm just crazy, you're flirty!"
We caught Deleila and Kiesha shouting. He didn't wait for us anymore. As expected, Kiesha barely listen to anyone. She always do things according to her own plan and will. I would be more surprised if he stayed standing in place until we got back. Only then will it start when the group is complete again. Her impulsiveness is what made her unique from all of us. She is the one and only ruler of her own kingdom.
"I am not-"
"Hey!" Ronnie's baritone voice cut Deleila off, "We just left for a while, is this how you did it right away?" its an unbelievable question.
"Whatever ..."
Kiesha stood up from running after Deleila. She stooped down beside her and cupped her small face. He just needs to break it. Good thing, she still had sanity left within her. I think Deleila is lucky now. There is still a small percentage of sanity in my friend's brain.
"The next time you run into someone, make sure you're weak, huh? To avoid getting hurt like this again."
"Wait, are you-"
Even though Deleila hadn't finished what she was going to say, Kiesha silenced her with a loud slap. It immediately fainted. Or it might be worst that that!
"I think you killed me," I said worriedly. I attended to the snake and quickly felt its wrist.
"It's just a slap. I'll shoot him in the face, just in case it doesn't change."
Kiesha said with authority, and then walked away with poise and grace.
That's what a snake got for messing with a wrong person. He made a mistake in choosing the relationship to break up. He then looks damaged.
I pity you big time Deleila ...
We eventually partways after what we've done to Deleila. Lorie and Ron went to the Bar, Kiesha is out of sight, while I secretly went to Spencer. I caught up with him at his cottage. At the farthest part of the resort. He was waiting at the entrance. She closes her eyes and doesn't want to look away from me.
"What?" I raised an brow. Unlike our cottage, he took it bigger. It looks more of a vacation house. I took one step up the stairs and just looked directly at him.
"You're beautiful," his lips protruded.
"I know," I jokingly replied.
"Especially your lips," he added, ignoring my words. He bit his lip.
"What's your drama?" I preceded him into the cabin. I rolled my eyes all over the place and was just amazed.
Most of the furnitures are made of wood. The chandelier is on minimal design. There's an abstract painting near a door, that I believe his room. The sofas are brown, as is the mini table opposite it. There is a small balcony in the left, separated by glass wall. The sea is immediately visible from here. But I was more fascinated by the beauty of the moon. And just by looking at it, floods of memories went through my mind.
I suddenly remembered that moment Zion kissed me under the yellow moon. It was my first kiss that he have stolen. But I am not complaining. Perhaps it was the most beautiful kiss.
"Are you quiet?" Spencer grabs my attention. He stopped behind me. He wrapped my waist with his arms and kissed the top of my head, "What's bothering you?"
"I was wondering how much to rent the whole place?" I leaned my head on his chest.
"Twenty thousand ..."
I gasped heavily.
"Costly!" that's a few kilos of rice.
"I can spend even a million just to get close to you," he suddenly lifted me onto the single sofa. I chirped a bit in surprise. Something he just laughed at. He sat first, and then made me settle on his lap.
"Just give me a million, we'll get along then," I joked again.
Of course I am not a gold digger. I can earn a million. All it takes is diligence and perseverance, I'm sure I will be as rich as him one day.
"You can have everything I have," he buried his face in my neck, "Even my child," I can sense his playful smile. Even when we weren't in love, she was like this.
I slapped him on the shoulder. Kunwari naiinis. Even the truth is already smiling.
"Your mouth is numb again."
"Then make it shut," he looked up at me, "Seal my lips with yours," his gaze dropped to my lips.
"What?"
"What "What?" he was light-headed.
"You look really stupid," I tried to stand up. But he just pinned me.
"Let's stay like this babe."
"We're not going to eat?"
"Food?" he tilted his head. The mischievous smile flashed again, "We can eat here."
"We haven't prepared any food yet, how are we going to eat?"
"You can have me as your dinner. I willingly surrender myself to you."
"Spencer Valle!" I irritably slapped him a second time. And this time, I successfully freed myself from him, "Get ready!" I turned away to hide the growing embarrassment.
"I'm fine ah?" he leaned backward. He leaned his arm against the back of the sofa and played with the lips.
I couldn't deny how attractive he was in that position. He looks like a character that went straight from a book. I see that former Spencer I first met.
"I'll just cook, you take care of that," I quickly turned around and strode to the door thinking it was the kitchen. I confidently opened the door. But instead of kitchen utencils, I saw a cubicle.
"I thought you were going to cook?" he chuckled. The next thing I heard was his footsteps approaching. He walked past me. Stopped opposite another door that I didn"t even notice. It was too hidden and still dark.
"I thought I couldn't use the kitchen tonight. So I left it close and dark."
"It's your fault," my brows drew together.
"I'm not the one who just walked in and opened any door," he glared at me.
"I'm nervous about you," I preceded him into the kitchen.
I opened the freezer and saw some meat, sea foods and vegetables. There are also drinks. Softdrinks and beer. Now the place's rent made a little sense on me. It is fully equipped here. It's really just like home.
"I'm jealous of you," he mocked behind me. In a girly voice.
Instead of getting angry, I just laughed at what he did. He also went along so it happened, we laughed for a while.
I decided to prepare sandwich, and shrimp tempura for us. He became my assistant. He was the picker of the cutlery I would use and sliced ​​a few ingredients.
"I need tomatoes."
"Nothing," he answered quickly, even before the refrigerator was opened, "I'm the one you're going to eat."
"I'll stab you there," I pretended to stab him with a spatula.
He backed away slightly and wiped his mouth. Pretended to be surprised.
"'Shouldn't the two of us be the ones stabbing?"
My forehead furrowed. Aba-
"Are you going to stab me? When did you even think of that ?!" I held my chin up.
"It's been a long time," he snorted, "Case I just can't do it. Not, without your permission."
"Do I need permission when stabbing?"
I don't get him. If he wants to kill me, he doesn't have to ask for permission. Because then, I'll hold my guard up and there's no way I would let him touch even a single strand of my hair. I will fight him as much as I can.
"Oo Geline. I don't want to force you on something you wouldn't like."
"Do you think I'd say yes if you insist on stabbing me? How dare you Spencer?"
"You don't have to worry, you won't get hurt," he tried to reach for my hand. But I quickly backed away.
"How can I not be hurt? You're just going to stab me with-" I looked for a knife, to hopefully point. But I suddenly realized something. I looked at him again.
The inference was immediately confirmed after seeing his mischievous smile.
"You look really cute when you have no idea about something," he said as his eyes traveled down to my body.
I suddenly felt the heat of what he was doing. I calmed myself down and tensely turned away.
I am so afraid I might give in the next time he tries getting me with his sweet, and at the same times sensual remarks.
'Oh temptation, stay away from me'
I shrugged and get back to what I am doing.
"That would be the last time. I promise," he began to prepare the stove for the shrimp tempura.
"Can you just be in the living room? I'll take care of it."
"Don't," he rotated the body in front of me. He tried to catch my gaze. But I am doing the best I could to avoid his eyes.
I was embarrassed to stare at him. I hate to admit how his joke earlier have affected me so much. I think of the image of the two of us in another state.
"Are you blushing?" he crouched a bit.
"Blushing what ?!"
"You are ..."
"I am like this everyday," I rolled my eyes.
Even when I started cooking he was teasing. If I don't criticize the redness and slight trembling of my hand, my waist will be pricked.
"What did you eat today?"
"Nothing."
"That's why you're like that because you lacked food."
"I'm just so happy to finally have a time alone with you," he leaned on the table, then left the sandwich I had prepared first.
"Really? Why weren't you like this when we were in Portugal?"
"Because you still supplanted me then. I know you like me. But damn, you are so hard to deal with Geline."
"I hate to befriend a criminal."
"That's harsh," he held on his chest.
"That was before. I wasn't a friend, I made a girlfriend."
"I know ..." he smirked.
We worked together on cleaning the kitchen. When the prepared dishes are brought to the balcony. He brought bottle of whiskey too and shot glasses.
"Let"s play drink or spill," I suggested.
"You will lose. You know I am honest."
"Let's see," I translated the drink into the goblet.
"Okay. I'll start," he leaned backward.
We are sitting across from each other. A round table stood between the two of us. Reflection of light from within and light of the Moon became our guide to see each other"s faces. The evening wind slightly disturbed her now long hair. The part that looks like it is hit by the moon's illumination glows. Especially his eyes. It sparkles along with the moon's radiance.
"When you were with Zion, did you like me?" he grabs my attention.
The first question is just too intense.
"That's one of a crazy start," I reached for my glass and attempted to drink. But stopped midway, "Yes," I didn't think the answer, "But it was just a simple crush. I also realized right away."
His lips rose a bit. He raised an eyebrow, then cleared his throat.
"Okay, you too."
"Have you been Argus?" their rumored relationship was still a mystery to me. I don't know what's true, because he hasn't said anything since we decided to silence the issue about the abuse of sister Kianna.
"No. Everything he said was a product of his imagination. The truth is, he really liked Kianna. And when he found out that she was pregnant with another man's child, he lost his mind. That's when he started generating nonesense rumors. We don't really love each other. "
"Why did you choose to join him then?"
"I am protecting my business. When I try to turn my back on him, the image I cherish will be destroyed. He is the only one who knows things about me."
"That's still what happened today."
"I know ... That's why I am in so much regret. Everyday, I am contemplating from everything I did."
Suddenly the wind changed. The tension gets heavy. So with our topic.
"At least you've learned," I consoled.
"And that's because of you. With your help, I realized many things."
"What did I do to you?"
"You changed me Gee," he held out my hand.
"You changed yourself Spencer, I just helped you."
He licked on his lips and carressed my palm with his thumb.
"Next question," I cleared my throat.
"It's my turn."
"It's still my turn if you can't do something about it," I answered with authority.
"It's a scam Geline."
"It's up to you."
He did nothing but follow my wishes. Tonight, I am the boss.
"Have you slept with any woman when I left you in Portugal?
He sighed heavily. As soon as he reacted, it was confirmed that he had done something strange with another woman back in Portugal. He reached for the bottle of whiskey and poured it into the glass. Then it swallowed without taking its gaze away from me.
"Guilty huh?" I raised an brow.
"Innocent, until proven guilty," he shrugged.
Our game goes on. We both have questions that are avoided to answer. Especially about Zion. I am trying to forget everything we had, so I can move forward with my life completely. But here he is, putting me in a situation that I can hardly pull through.
"What if he is alive. Will you get back to him or this time, you'll choose me?"
Obviously, he saved this question for last. Why did he really think that? He can ask me about the hardest scientific formula I have generated so far. Or he can ask about my bank account number. Not this- not about him again.
I let out a deep sigh and stared hard at him.
He wants assurance. He wants to know if Zion is still the flesh of my heart or this time, he is the one sitting on the throne left by the former ruler?
The question is really hard for me. I don"t want to hurt him if I say every moment nothing has changed in my love for Zion. Spencer had been with me through ups and downs and I promised to be faithful only to him from now on. But on the other hand, I can't make a fool out of myself. I know who is the only of the two of them. My heart knows its possessor. As much as I want to skip this question into drinking a glass of liquor, I can't.
I just can't ...
I bit my lip and focused on the drink in the glass I was holding.
'Shall I drink it?'
"Go for whatever you think is good as a response to my question," Spencer said as he leaned backward and played with his lips once again.
I turned my gaze back to him.
"I want to give you an answer," I lowered the glass I was holding, then stood up. Without hesitatation, I stepped closed to him.
"What answer?" he raised an brow.
I sat on his lap. My sudden movement suprised him a bit. But it only took him a couple of seconds before he got what I mean. Her shock was replaced by a mocking smile and look.
I leaned close to him. My face was only a few inches away from his face. But I don't mind. I want to stare at him and all night long to feel how much I care about him.
"Why are you so fun of tormenting me with such a question?" I asked, almost a whisper.
I lifted my hand up to his head. I stroked his hair slowly and gently.
"I just want to ask," he smirked.
His hands were on either side of the backrest. He was trying to dodge the temptation. He knew very well how far he should go in this situation. He might found it so entertaining to make fun of me when it comes to a subject tackling pleasure and spices, but he doesn't really mean it. He knows his limit all the time, and this is one of the things that I like about him.
"I don't want to think about the possibility that he might be alive. What I want to focus on is what's going on right now. You're already there Spencer. You're who I am now," I brought my face even closer to his.
It's up to you what happens. I know I'm in the right person.
"Geline ..." he said huskily. I feel like he"s having a hard time with me doing this. He is fighting the urge to give in. But not until I say so. Not until I grant permission, "Don't make this hard for me babe," he chewed on his bottom lip.
"You are getting hard?" I said, chuckling a bit.
Slowly, I moved sensually against him. I want to measure the extent of his patience.
"Geline ... Sh*t-" he wiped his mouth.
"Hmmm?"
"You are drunk," he tried to push me away.
"No ah ..."
"Geline please. I won't do something without your permission."
"Even if you badly want?" I craned my neck.
"Everyday I want you. And each time, I am stopping myself from touching you."
Our eyes locked. I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He once done bad things. In my eyes, he was an evil. A bad guy. But as what he said, bad boys are the most sincere when it comes to love. He is not mistaken. 'Cause looking at him now. I know he is being real. He loves me. Maybe stronger than what Zion can offer.
Will I continue being unfair on him? He deserves my love too. We deserve each other
"Alright ..." I took a deep breath, "Touch me," I looked at him intently, "You can have me tonight Spencer."
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It's been a while since my last update. Sorry, just been too lazy to write.
To be continued...