A Sweet Transaction

Chapter 2: More Nights

Nia POV

When I opened my eyes, I instantly felt strange aches all over my body. It didn't help that I felt a little bit of dizziness as well.

As I lazily opened my eyes, the first thing I reached out for was my phone. However, instead of it, I touched something that was quite warm instead. Thinking about it, I felt something behind me and over my waist as well.

Panicking at whatever it may be, I opened my eyes instantly, forgetting all the sleepiness I felt.

My eyes widened in horror as I saw sturdy arms wrapped around my waist. I turned around and saw a topless man embracing me!

Just what the hell did I do last night? Was I too drunk to end up like this!?

I shook my head quickly as I tried hard to remember what happened last night.

Right... this man was someone I met from the party. His name is Raffaello or whatever, isn't? I pouted as I stared at his sleeping face.

There's only a small gap between us so I could observe his features quite well. No wonder I gave in, this man is really handsome. Even his lashes are longer than mine, I reckon. I like his nose as well. I don't know why, but I've always had a thing for guys with sharp, pretty noses.

However, as I turned away from gazing at the man's features, I looked at the clock that was placed on the wall on his side.

'9:30'

I was silently relieved as I saw the time. Thank goodness it's not that late yet and I have an afternoon shift today so if I go now, I could still get ready on time.

Without hesitating, I tried as gently as possible to remove the man's hold on me.

I picked up my underwear and tweed dress, which were all over the floor, and wore it again. When I saw myself in the mirror, I wanted to slap myself for the impulsive decision I made. How can I do that with a stranger? Who knew if he was lying, right?

I've been to parties before and seen far too many guys lie to girls just so they could get in their pants. It's disgusting!

I let out one final sigh before laying a final gaze on the man, who was still peacefully sleeping on the bed.

Although the place I'm living in is not in the city, it's not that far if I took the express train.

My career as a nurse, the job I do and the location where I live in are all based on rational choices... the choices I have to make in order to survive as a wishful immigrant in this country.

When I was eighteen, my mother took me here to study after I had finished my high school studies in the Philippines.

Naturally, since I was a girl who came from a little town, I liked the idea. After all, if I had stayed in our country, I would have not had the life that I want to have no matter how much I try.

Having come from working class in a small town, it didn't matter if I had finished university. With the courses I could afford even with scholarships, the wage I would have when I start a career wouldn't be enough.

Even if I worked for years and years, it would not matter one bit because I was not born rich.

That's why, I was delighted when my mother decided that we move here for my studies right in the time where my father went overseas to a foreign country other than this to 'provide' for us.

Little did I know, my mother left me here alone in the same year that she brought me here. She took the money I was supposed to use for my university and went back to the Philippines, eloping with a lover.