Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)

Chapter 3 - Mikhail James

I've done a lot of questionable things in the past. I may have a reputation for being upright but I do know I act like a jerk sometimes. Sometimes, I don't care about the feelings of the women I tangle with. All I know is I crave their touch and the feeling of being one with someone. It makes me forget that I'm still alone. At the end of the day, I will go back to being alone. And though I show people that I'm fine with it, I really am not.

Cara looked very sweet as she sleeps. She has been very passionate. I frowned wondering what her reasons could be. I pressed a kiss against her forehead as I succumb to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, she's no longer on the bed. I found her sitting at the foot of the bed with two phones in hand. She grinned as she looked at me, hastily hiding them. I sat up, squinting at her. There's no window on the room, I wouldn't know if it's really morning.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

She showed me a phone she was hiding behind her, "I'm holding your phone hostage."

I frowned, not following her. Holding my phone hostage? She chuckled at my confusion.

"For someone who's very private, I figured you wouldn't give me your phone number. But can I please have your number? I swear I won't use it often."

I pursed my lips as I stare at her, thinking over what she said. She wants my phone number? I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Why would you want my number?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"If you want a booty call, you can call me once." She managed to wink saucily. I swallowed at her reminder of what happened between us. She still wants me? I remained silent as I contemplate on the pros and cons.

"How about this? I won't spam your number. I will send you a message, you can reply. And I'll only reply when you do. If you don't reply, I won't reply. You can simply block my number." She looked adamant about it. I sighed.

"How are you planning to hostage my phone?"

"I can run to the toilet and drop it there if you don't give me your number." She explained and I tensed at the reality of that. It was actually possible. I sighed, reaching out my hand but she stood up and hid the phone behind her. She showed me another phone, probably hers.

"Tell me your number, then, I'll give you back your phone." She grinned. Personally, I don't peg her as someone crazy. But I still feel unsettled at her desire to get my number. I sighed before reciting a string of numbers. She actually called it and I heard my phone ringing. After checking, she tossed it to me.

"Well, I didn't actually think that would work." She laughed as she walked back to the bed. I pulled her as soon as she got close, planning to punish her. I thought she would pull away, but she merely initiated a heated kiss. Her hands got busy and before long, we were both pleasuring each other again. I hadn't even looked at the time yet.

Before we parted, we only talked about a few random things over breakfast.

"So, I guess you wouldn't tell me what you do? What your job is?" She asked as she laid the food on a small table.

I shook my head, "No."

She gave me an incredulous look, "You're no fun. You could've made something up. You should've told me you're in the Navy or something. You could pass that off."

I realized she likes to tease.

"I'd rather be honest." I grimaced at the uncomfortable feeling that surrounded me. I'm not entirely honest with her. I'm merely not stating anything about myself.

"I would still have liked the idea of imagining you with a career."

"Alright, let's do a game. I do this a lot with the kids." She continued and I could only raise an eyebrow. We started eating.

"If you are to re-imagine yourself, how do you see yourself? What would be your job? What would you do on your free time? What would be your interests?"

Interesting. She's not some silly woman. Although I know that already.

"I would probably choose a simple life. Do you think I could be a teacher?"

She scanned me from head to toe, squinting, for no obvious reason.

"I'm not sure. Didn't you say you don't like kids? Trust me the teenagers are not easier to handle. College students? It's complicated."

"What would you suggest, then?" I asked, smiling and liking this conversation.

"I don't know. What interests you?" Her question made me consider.

I don't think I have asked that to myself. What would I be doing if I wasn't working with the police and the FBI?

"Farming, maybe? I would like a quiet life in the mountains." For some reason, she laughed at my answer.

"Tell me, are you running from something?"

I felt my heart skip a beat as she asked that, nervous at how close she is to the truth. Again.

"I don't peg you as someone who would want something quiet. You were even at the club last night." She sobered, before adding, "Well, I can't judge. I think I would like peace and quiet, too. But maybe not in the mountains. I would like it near the beach."

I appreciate how she carries the conversation. I'm not sure if she noticed my awkward expression earlier, though.

"Do you have any hobbies?" She continued after sipping her coffee.

I took my own cup and tapped my finger on it.

"I do want to learn how to play guitar. I've heard the ladies are easily charmed by someone who can play it."

"True, but only if you can sing, too. Do you sing?" There's a challenge in that tone of hers. I shook my head as I laugh at her attempt. No, I won't sing. She pouted as she looks around, maybe coming up with more questions.

"Do you sing?" I countered and she laughed as she shook her head, too.

"I wouldn't. I only know kiddy songs. Jack and Jill went up a hill..." Her voice is too good.

"You should sing." I can't help saying, even if she only sang one line. She stuck out her tongue.

"No. I would if you do, though." To which I could only shake my head again. She's persistent, in a roundabout way.

She took a few more bites from her plate.

"You're not originally from here, are you?"

I only shook my head. I squinted at her. What other questions of hers are safe?

"What was your childhood like?" Her genuine interest and soothing voice didn't trigger any sadness in me. Normally, when I get reminded of my past and what I've lost, I would feel bad about myself. It's been a long time. I stared at her as I try to recollect my memories. I had a simple childhood, playing with my siblings and some cousins and neighbors. We did physical games. Video games aren't a thing during my time.

"Mine is boring. I only have dolls to play with. I have two brothers. No sister. They get to play with each other, but they don't like playing with me." She related and she did look disappointed.

We talked for anotherhour as we digest breakfast. She's very random in her questions. I think sheasks whatever she pulls out of her head during the moment. I like her.