AND then Bullet left without saying anything. He didn’t even get the chance to get the woman's name, for God's sake. He’s not sure how many girls he has met that night and how many of them gave him flirty glances. Ah, women. He just could never understand them. They’d approach him and flirt with him and when he makes his move, they’d make him feel like a pervert.
Still shaking his head, Bullet approached the bar. A lot of people are already gathered around the short bartender who’s busy mixing customers' orders. He was about to sit back in his chair but someone else was already sitting there when he arrived. He went to the far side of the long bar and carefully examined the woman holding a glass of wine, busy with her phone.
The small tear-drop hanging bar lights made it difficult for Bullet to see the woman’s face so he stepped closer and occupied the vacant seat next to her.
“Scotch, please,” he exclaimed to the bartender, still watching the woman sitting next to him. Her hair was on a messy bun and with her black tanktop, Bullet was amazed at how smooth and fair her skin was. His eyes automatically went down her nape, then to her back and as his gaze went to her neck and curvy chest, he couldn’t help but sigh.
The woman was beautiful, no doubt. The kind of beauty that you can’t easily forget. Her body may not be the model-type but he’s certain that she’s got everything every guy could ever want - an angelic face, flawless skin, tiny waist and perky bosoms. In short, she’s hot. And it seems like she didn’t have a clue about it.
“Hi, Miss. Can I buy you a drink?” he asked quite loudly. He had to move a little closer to her for her to be able to hear him.
No response. She didn’t even look at him and just kept staring at her phone. When his scotch arrived, he immediately drank it and ordered another. He combed his shoulder-length hair and smiled, showing his white teeth. He’s not the type of guy who wastes time with someone who doesn’t even seem to notice him but strangely, he wanted her attention. Maybe because he’s not used to being turned down by women and maybe, he wanted to prove to himself that he hasn’t lost his charm.
“Hi, care for a drink?” he repeated. And at that moment, he moved the chair closer to make sure that the girl could hear whatever he’s saying.
“I don’t take drinks from strangers,” she said softly without looking at him.
“Well, the name’s Nick. And you are?”
“Not interested. I’m not interested.” She glared at him for a moment and in a few seconds that their eyes met, he felt something strange. Was that what they call ‘love at first sight’? He laughed at himself and shook his head. No, it was just a simple case of attraction, which has happened to him many times before. The woman suddenly stood up with her shoulder bag and left him alone. He followed her with his gaze until she sat down at an empty table in a distance.
He was dumbfounded. That was the first time that he got rejected by a girl and it didn’t feel good at all. After ordering a glass of whiskey and a Frozen Margarita, he stood up, took his drinks and approached her again - because he isn’t the type who gives up that easy, especially if it involves a gorgeous woman.
“Frozen Cotton Candy Margarita for the beautiful lady.”
If it were just another woman, he would have received a sweet smile and if he’s lucky, that smile would be followed by a sweet kiss. However, this woman just stared at him blankly as he sat down next to her.
“Again, I’m Nick. And you are?”
“Again, not interested,” she replied seriously. She’s still looking at him, judging him like he’s some kind of a criminal.
She’s even more beautiful up close, he realized. As he looked at her, her eyes were sparkling agaisnst the light. She was about to stand up but then, someone suddenly popped up next to them. The woman was tall, has long straight hair and when he looked at her, he felt as if he’s seen her somewhere before.
“Red!” Her high-pitched voice was so loud that the people around them looked in their direction. “Sofia, remember?” she wondered after giving him a kiss on the cheek.
No, he doesn’t remember but then he just smiled. Fortunately, her friends called her to join them because otherwise, he wouldn’t know how to get rid of her. She kissed him again before leaving and he was about to thank the Lord when a few minutes alter, a slender woman approached them and called him ‘Glenn’. It took a couple of minutes before he was able to ask her to leave.
“Red? Glenn?” There was a tone of astonishment in her voice. “Wow. What is this, some new trend where men give different names to different women?”
Bullet scratched his head and leaned back. This was his worst night. Ever.
“I’m sure that Nick is not your real name, either?” Finally, a smile. She’s got perfect set of teeth and her smile was probably one of the most captivating he has ever seen.
“Fine. It’s Samuel Blake Ortega. You can call me Bullet, everybody does.”
“And how about Nick or Glenn or Red?” Again, she smiled, which made his heart skip a bit.
He shook his head and smiled as well. “Just Bullet. Please call me Bullet,” he reassured her as he extended his right hand. The woman hesitated for a moment before reaching out her hand.
“Astrid,” she chucked. “And don’t worry, that’s my real name.”
“Beautiful.” He held her soft hands and it felt so good that he didn’t want to let go just yet.
“So, what else do you want besides not letting go of my hand?”
Instead of releasing her hand, he smiled and shook her hand firmly. “Well…”
“Well…” Astrid withdrew her hand from Bullet and took the drink that he offered. “you already know my name, you already held my hand, then what? You’re gonna invite me somewhere for a one-night stand?”
He was surprised to hear something like that from a woman like her and he wasn’t ready for that kind of question because oftentimes, women do not ask him - they just come with him instantly, without question. Wow, this woman is something, he thought and that fact excited the hell out of him.
“And your silence means yes, ‘no?” She put her phone inside her bag and stood up. “Boys will always be boys,” she whispered to herself. “Good bye, Mr. Samuel Blake Ortega or Bullet or whatever your real name is. It was nice meeting you…oh, no…it was interesting meeting someone like you.”
And then, she’s gone, just like that.
"SORRY, Madam. Just like what I have told you, there’s no more room available. We are always fully-booked during peak season."Astrid closed her eyes and massaged her temple. She looked at the clock on the wall of the reception area and when she realized how late it was, she lost all hope."Madam, you should have done your reservation at least a month beforehand, especially during summer," stated the receptionist with 'Jenny' written on her namepin.Of course she knew that but she had no choice but to take the risk. It was the sixth hotel she went to that night and unfortunately, each hotel was fully booked, just like this one. She also mentioned that to the receptionist but she just received a fake smile."Oh, Madam, it's going to be really hard for you to find a hotel room or even a transient hous
“WHO would have thought that we’d be seeing each other again?” His smile was the brightest. “So, you’re staying here as well, I see?” He even got closer to where she’s standing that she had to move back just to avoid him.“Actually, I’m just about to check out,” she lied, which unfortunately was heard by ‘Jenny’, who was obviously attracted to this young man.“Madam, you were not able to check in earlier, how are you going to check out?” the receptionist asked with a smile. She turned to the young man and smiled even more. “Madam here has been waiting for a room but the hotel is fully booked until next week, sir and it will definitely be difficult for her to find an accommodation because the reservations of other hotels and transients are full now as well, that’s for sure.”Astrid gave ‘Jenny’ a death stare, grabbed her bags and walk
“WAIT, where’s the virgin going?” he mocked.“The virgin’s gonna look for a place to sleep.” She went straight to the exit and went out of the hotel. The beer she had didn’t help with the cold weather that she had to put her sweater back on.“Why don’t you just accept my offer? It’s late, Astrid. Do you think you can still find a transient at this time? And look at you, you can’t even walk properly!” he added when she almost bumped a man standing at the entrance.But she just kept on walking, trying to keep her balance until she reached the taxi bay. The queue was still long given the late hour and she had a feeling that she’d be waiting there until sunrise.“Come on, stay with me.”She shook her head. “I’d rather sleep on the street than sleep in a room with you.”“Fine,” he nodded agreeably. But instead o
“FEELING better?"Astid just nooded. It was almost 2 o’clock in the morning when she told him that she’s too tired and that she wanted sleep so he had no choice but to bring her to his room - not that he planned it.With eyes almost closed, she was holding a hair brush but it seemed as if she had no intention of using it She had just finished her shower and she’s now sitting on the far side of the huge bed, wearing the black sweatshirt Bullet had given her. She wasn’t able to bring any clothes except for the thin souvenir Baguio shirt and dolphin shorts she bought, which was way too short than she had expected.“Piece of advice. If you can’t handle your alcohol well, don’t drink especially if you’re alone.” Bullet suggested, shaking his head.“Yeah, I am alone now. And heart broken.”“Is that a license to get drunk?” He handed her a glass of water a
“WELL, when is the right time, may I ask?” he asked, laughing.“I’ll know when it’s the right time. I just don’t want to feel pressured or anything.”Bullet shook his head because clearly, they are not on the same boat when it comes to the topic. Is sex really that complicated for women? Because for him and probably for men in general, sex is sex. Whenever there’s an opportunity, they’re gonna grab it without even thinking.“If I could only do something to get even, I certainly would.” Astrid frowned as if she was really considering the thought.“Do it. Maybe once he finds out that you’ve found someone else, he’d be jealous and-““And then there’s a chance that he’ll take me back?” she interjected.“Well, it depends, really. If he still loves you, of course he’ll come back,” he commented. And th
ASTRID woke up that morning without Bullet in sight. When she realized that it’s already seven in the morning, she hurried and got up despite her splitting headache. After taking a shower, she quickly got dressed and left a note on the nightstand.She was about to get inside the elevator when she heard someone approaching from a distance and when she turned around, she was surprised to see Bullet beside a tall woman. Based on how the woman put her arms around him, it’s pretty obvious that something’s going on between the two. He’s grinning from ear to ear as if he had just won a million dollars. Well, it certainly looks like it.Astrid turned away and pressed the elevator button, praying that it would open before Bullet notices her because she still didn’t know how to deal with him after what happened the night before.She immediately went inside when the it opened and finally, she breathed a sigh of relief. B
“JOSH?” Astrid stood up when she saw Josh coming over. He was glaring at her as if he wanted to eat her alive. But she didn’t care about it because her attention was on someone else - Ellen, who was holding Josh’s hand. She looked as if she had seen a ghost.“What are you doing here?” Josh asked softly. He was wearing the red sweatshirt with the logo of his favorite basketball team, which was her gift on his last birthday.She knew she had to say something but nothing came out from her mouth. Thankfully, Bullet was quick-witted and immediately stood up. He put his arm over her shoulder and joined the conversation.“She’s on vacation, with me,” he chimed in, smiling. “So, you are ‘the’ Josh. Astrid has told me so much about you. By the way, I’m Bullet, the new boyfriend.”Astrid turned her head and saw Bullet smiling. He tightened his grip on her shou
ALL throughout breakfast, Bullet heard nothing from Astrid. She was just quiet while stirring her coffee and occasionally getting a glimpse at Josh and Ellen. He could clearly see the sadness in her eyes and he knew that she’s trying her best not to cry.“You look awful,” he whisper against her ear. “Do you want to get out of here already?”But she just smiled. She inhaled sharply and drank her coffee. He was suprised when she held his hand but he understood what it meant - that she needed his support so he squeezed her hand to let her know that she could count on him.“So guys, what are your plans for today?” Bullet inquired, just to break the ice.Josh and Ellen looked at each other. “Well, we’re thinking of visiting the Grotto first. How about you?”“I have a lot of places in mind so I think we’ll go ahead, right Astrid?” He stood up, grabb