The night was long and intense. Too many acrobatics and positions tried and tested. Arnold was on a roll until they both had their fill of themselves and could no longer go at it again. Arnold slept, so sure within himself that Sasha would never forget the feeling of him inside of her.He slept very late, in the early hours of the morning, and woke up the next morning, groggy from the activities of the night before. He tried to stretch his bones. They ached from the beating he'd received while fighting the big guy. He opened one eye and and stopped stretching with a start.This wasn't his bed. Something was definitely wrong. It wasn't his apartment, either.He could hear a voice coming from the bathroom. He stood up, sleep slowly leaving his eyes, and went towards the sound of the voice.He remembered why he was in a hotel room now. He'd lodged in the hotel close to the club the night before because of a stunning lady called Sasha. He recalled just how long and how hard they'd gone at
Jia stepped over the threshold of her house and locked the door. From her sharp movements, it was clear that she was angry about something.She moved with a certain precision that could cut through steel, even.Arnold was no different from the rest. Why on Earth had she thought he was? All she'd thought she'd seen that day while conversing with him in his car was all a lie. He was just as disgusting as the other men she'd come in contact with at her father's office.She'd given him a specific date, complete with a time and how they were supposed to meet, but where was he? Nowhere in sight. He was supposed to drive her to a far distance as agreed and he was supposed to arrive to pick her up early so they could beat the traffic caused by commuters.Now, Arnold was not only nowhere in sight, but when she'd called him, some girl had answered his phone and informed her that Arnold was very tired from last night and asleep. She'd stressed the phrase, very tired. Jia knew what that meant and
The car ride this time around was even more awkward than the first. Tension lit up the atmosphere in the car and Arnold could feel it poking at his neck, almost having him at a choke hold.There was a certain long and dragged-out silence that Arnold couldn't shake off. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear his voice. He needed to get over the awkwardness in the car and move on to lighter things. Past what had happened before they embarked on the journey. Back to the lightness they'd practiced while texting and calling each other in the space between their last meeting and today.What kind of conversation can I bring up? Arnold thought, stealing glances at Jia.What kind of conversation could diffuse the tension?He squeezed the steering wheel and thought harder.After a little more than thirty more minutes, he cleared his throat and spoke, slicing through the tense silence. "You know, growing up, I never really had a female figure in my life."Jia reacted in an unexpected way
Jia welcomed the silence. It lasted throughout the remaining part of the journey and she enjoyed the space it gave her to think about their destination.She was going to visit someone she had not seen in a long while -- her maternal grandma’s younger sister, that is, her grand aunt. After her grandma’s death, she was the only other person remaining that was related to her later mother’s family, save for a few cousins she was no longer actively in touch with. Hence, she made it a habit to visit her grand aunt as much as she could.Sweet Mrs Ling would have missed her thoroughly. She had decided to keep on living in this remote village far from the city and far from Jia, which shortened Jia’s amount of visits, because she had to properly plan ahead before visiting.Jia had told her grand Aunt countless times, to move to the city with her, but the old woman always refused, insisting that she wanted to spend the rest of her life in the comfort of her village, farming and weaving baskets.
Arnold entered the rickety, old home, his body aching. If he thought he could sacrifice a large amount of things to get closer to Jia, he was damn wrong. He had only stayed for a day in her grand aunt’s home and he was ready to run, screaming, murder.Jia’s grand aunt wanted to murder him. Why else had she given him all the hardcore work on her farm?He liked physical labour because it built his muscles and he had recently been skipping gym days due to his tight schedule and the new important stuff that kept creeping up, so he’d welcomed the work at first.But, Jia’s grand aunt had insisted on giving him the more advanced work because according to her, he was the man here.He entered into the small room he was sharing with Jia and went straight into the bathroom to freshen up.The night before, he’d slept on the cold hard floor because Jia had refused to sleep on the bed with him. His muscles were sore from sleep on the floor and doing menial farm work.He couldn’t wait to get over wit
The next day passed by in a jiffy. It was long and dreadful, but nothing as new and shocking as the first time working all day in the sun had been. He could see that he'd tanned and he wasn't complaining. It would increase his sexy appeal. But, would he even be interested in flings when he went back to the city? He didn't think so, but he couldn't also predict his sexual thirst.Finally (and it couldn't come any faster), it was the last night of their very impromptu, very peculiar stay at Jia's grand aunt's home.Jia was arranging her things in her traveling bag carefully while Arnold stuffed the shirts he'd ordered online into his small laptop bag. He'd ordered some shirts after having to wear one sweaty shirt for too damn long. Jia had laughed at him when he finally got the new shirts, changed into them, and sighed like he'd quenched some inner thirst. He'd gotten so good at ordering clothes online, so it came in his exact size. He'd, however, forgotten to order a traveling bag, so
It seemed like Arnold was a magnet for a lot of work — whether physical or not. As soon as he returned to the city, Mr Xiu bombarded him with a lot of work. It was like Mr Xiu had piled up all the work that he had missed in the three days he had called in sick and kept it, waiting for him to get back and do it.The sun was high in the sky, blazing through the car and the office, alike. He was just coming back from Mr Xiu’s office after a long, hectic day engaging in a lot of strategic and analyzing discussions with the old man.He all but slapped himself on his head as he remembered, yet again, how he’d lied through his teeth to his mentor.Mr Xiu had asked him how he was fairing, relating to the fact that he’d called in sick for three days at a row. He’d lied about his health through his teeth. Even though he hated that he had to do that, he knew it was for the best. It was better than having to explain that he had spent three days, holed up in the same room with the old man’s daught
Mr Cain waved his hand in front of Arnold’s face, stretching to move close enough to him. “Are you still with us, buddy?”“Yes,” Arnold replied, plastering a very fake smile on his face.In fact, he was no longer with them. He was utterly disgusted by their behaviour and the lies mixed in with bits of truth they were feeding him with. He acted like he was oblivious to the lies, and like he was still listening to them, but he’d long since checked out from this entire farce of a conversation. All he did was nod at intervals and affirm whatever trash they were continuously spilling from their lips.“Okay,” Mr Cain said, standing up. The other followed suit. “We’re all done for today.”He brought out his hands to shake Arnold. Arnold shook hands with him and the other two of them. Then he left the building, entering his Aston Martini like it was a safe haven.As soon as he left the gold mine, he began to search, using Siri, for reliable private security agencies that could trail all the b