Chapter 3: Kiss me

"Hey, Mister. Are you following me?" Jenny rebuked the man.

"And why would I follow you?" Yazed answered in hostility.

"Well…" She distanced herself a little from the man, "Because you look at me in a different way."

Yazed caught the woman again as she almost lost her balance. "Look at you. Next time, don't drink more than you can take."

"Thank you, handsome." She smiled in gratitude to the man. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt like flirting with the man. Even though she was drunk, she still knew what she was doing.

Jenny suddenly remembered why she was in that place now. She thought the man could be the solution to her plan. She didn't want to embark on the mission while still a virgin. She would rather lose it to a stranger.

Yazed didn't know how to react to the seemingly flirtatious woman.

"I'm sorry, a while ago your handsome face got dirty because of me." Her eyes were charming as she stared at the man and smiled at him.

"Stop flirting with a stranger." Instead of being attracted, Yazed was not pleased with the woman's open flirtation with him. Even though he didn't know her, he knew she wasn't like the other women.

Jenny laughed and her desire to attract him only grew. Even though she just met him, she felt comfortable with him. If it was a different man like the two before, he probably would have hit on her and taken her somewhere dark.

"You are drunk. Is there no one to pick you up?" Yazed changed the subject and avoided looking at the beautiful shape of the woman's body. She was wearing a hanging blouse that protruded from her narrow waist and navel. Her pants perfectly fitted her slender legs. His hand inevitably touched her chest earlier when he supported her and hugged her.

"I can go home alone. But…" she paused for a while and leaned on the strong chest of the man. "You can take me too."

Yazed shook his head as he made her stand straight. "Can't you compose yourself? What if you were with another man today? You will definitely get hurt." He scolded her.

"And thank you because I found you. I'm so lucky." She was seemingly proud and she pressed herself even harder on the man.

He suddenly felt a strange heat due to the woman's tight hug. He could also feel her breasts, pressing hard against him.

"I want to go with you." She mumbled and closed her eyes while her weight fell onto the man.

Yazed quickly caught the woman and she looked like she can't handle herself due to drunkenness. "Oh, darn! You're heavy!"

Jenny heard him cursing. But she can no longer open her eyes or move her body.

"What am I doing? I should've just left you!"

Jenny only growled in response.

"Ha! Now I have to take responsibility!" He carried the drunk woman. It's good that his car was nearby.

"Wait. Where am I supposed to take her?" Yazed asked himself as he sat in the driver's seat. The man saw a cardholder peeking slightly into the pocket of the drunken woman's pants.

"Kailani Monuz," he read on one of the IDs. Yazed didn't find an address on any of the cards. Mostly, ATMs and privilege cards from department stores and shopping malls were there. So he just took her to a hotel.

"Sir, do you know each other?" asked the woman at the reception.

"Huh?" He glanced at the woman on his back, their cheeks were almost touching. "Uh, my girlfriend. She can't go home drunk."

"Sir…"

He noticed the suspicion on the receptionist's face. "Look, Miss. If you think I am not a trustworthy person, you can check my background. But for now, let me put her down first. She's too heavy."

"Okay, sir." The receptionist nearly panicked when she saw the card held by the young man. It was rare to have such a card and only the rich were able to have one.

He took the key that the woman handed him and went to one of the elevators to the room they were going to occupy. Yazed didn't care about the people's stares. He just wanted to rest his back. He felt like he carried two sacks of rice, even though the woman was small. In his whole life, it was his first time carrying something heavy, and it was a woman.

He dropped the still-unconscious woman on the bed. She growled and moved, but did not even open her eyes.

"This woman is careless!" Yazed adjusted her drooping legs. "What's with you? I'm not like this to others."

Jenny moaned again and moved. She put her arm around the man's neck when he was about to put a blanket on her.

"Darn!" Yazed cussed. He almost fell on the woman's face. And with them only a few inches away from each other, he couldn't help but stare at her reddened lips that seemed even more seductive because she was pouting.

"Hey, are you awake?" He gently tapped the woman on the cheek.

"Kiss me…" Jenny pouted even more while keeping her eyes closed.

Yazed's finger pushed the woman's face and get away from her. "Don't be abusive!"

Jenny just moaned and frowned.

"Hey, wake up!" Yazed flicked her forehead.

Her eyelids felt heavy as she opened her eyes. "Why are you disturbing me?" She knit her brows.

"I’m your savior, so be grateful. If it weren't for me, you would have had a place with the drunken men at the bar."

"Then let me repay you with a kiss."

Yazed stared again at her pouty lips. He wanted to give in to temptation. But he controlled himself. He's not the type of a man that would take advantage of a drunk woman. She was not in her right mind. He also suddenly remembered the daughter of his mother's friend who liked to pout when she was annoyed or did not have what she wanted. It's been years past but he can't forget the cuteness of that kid.

"What are you waiting for?" Jenny asked impatiently to the man. "Ah! You want me to take the first move?" Jenny suddenly pulled the man by the hand and immediately wrapped her hands around his neck.

Yazed quickly covered his lips with his palm, thus her lips were stopped there. "Are you like that with all the men you want to thank?" He asked the woman angrily instead of being pleased with what she was doing.

"Only to special people. And because you are my savior, you're special to me." Jenny ignored the man's anger. Her confidence in her mission diminished because she didn't look attractive in this man's eyes.

Yazed backed away again when the woman's hand was about to touch him. She was obviously under the influence of alcohol. "I brought you here because I don't know where to take you. Do you want to go home? I can offer you a ride." His voice became soft when he noticed that her face was sad.

"No," Jenny answered quickly and slumped onto the bed. "I don't want to go home. There's no reason for that either." She replied sadly to the man.

Yazed felt concerned for the woman because they were both longing for someone. It was so sad every time he came home. There's no one waiting for him. Unlike before when he arrived home, his mother will greet him.

"You can stay here if you want. I already paid for this room." Yazed thought of a solution so that the woman would not be sad anymore.

"Hey!" in a loud voice, she called the man as he turned away without saying goodbye.

He stopped walking, turned, and raised his eyebrows at the persistent woman.

"Are you going to leave me here alone?" She asked the man in a sullen tone.

"And what do you want me to do? You don't want to go home." It looked like Yazed's short patience was about to end again.

"Stay here. Stay with me first." Jenny childishly asked the man.

"Is that how you trust someone you just met? First of all, we don’t know each other. And second, you are a woman. You should know when to trust men." Yazed scolded her.

"You don't look like those rude drunks," Jenny referred to the men she fought against in the bar. "Stay with me first."

"I need to go." Yazed's tone of voice was flat.

"Are you married?" Jenny annoyed the man and ignored his disregard for her beauty.

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jenny asked again.

"No," Yazed didn't know why he responded so quickly. His tongue wasn't that talkative. "Why do you have so many questions?" he was suddenly irritated by the woman's persistence when he realized his activeness in the nonsense questions she asked him.

"Come here." She seductively signaled with her index finger for the man to come closer. "Sit here next to me and I'll whisper the answer to you."

Yazed couldn't restrain himself. He seemed to be hypnotized by her because he immediately obeyed her command.

When he sat down next to the woman, she suddenly kissed him on the lips. But instead of protesting or getting angry, he was like a statue that didn't have the ability to move.

Yazed knew instantly that the woman was inexperienced. So when she stopped, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing.