The Unwanted Destiny

CHAPTER: XIV

Hao Tao's POV

I just finished my call and started to walk down the walkway proceeding towards the exit. Unexpectedly, I heard a loud conversation from the table nearby, to my right. I rotated my head about ninety-degrees towards the direction from which the sound was travelling. There I witnessed a waiter calling out, "Sir. Sir! Are you alright?". I immediately redirected my sight to the figure; the waiter was addressing. He sat there still, staring down at his glass of wine in silence. He let out a heavy sigh while leaning on the mirrored wall. A strand of his hazelnut-colored hair rested peacefully on his forehead. He tilted his head slightly to the left, revealing his thin reddish pink lips first. It was then followed by his straight edged nose. Finally, his eyes. His upturned amber eyes. I couldn't move. They were more like lethal weapons than a pair of eyes. I did not dare to move. I was imprisoned by a total stranger. Fog filled my mind as I continued to stare at this young man. But why is he drunk? Forget it. It's none of my business anyway. I forced my legs to proceed walking. I stopped when I heard the waiter utter "Sir..." again. How dare he. I swiftly turned back. "I'll take care of him." I announced in a rigid tone while I planted my hands in my pocket. He took a step back. "But...Sir..." He stammered as his face delivered an intimidated look. "Do I look like someone who can harm him?" I questioned as I handed my ID while titling my head slightly. His shaking hand, held it in front of his eyes, scanning it quickly. He nervously handed it back to me.

I gently lifted him. He wasn't as heavy as I had expected. He let out a sigh. I had no choice but to half-carry-half-drag him. I was able to feel the increasing intense glares around me, while walking across the room. At last, I was relieved that we made it out of the restaurant. Maybe it was because he was too drunk that he slept like a dead man, I couldn't help but look down at him every two seconds. The only thing that assured me that he alive was the sound of his breath. I carefully placed him on the seat next to the driver's seat, I pushed it back and fastened his seat belt, so that he can continue sleeping, safely. "Since I don't know where you live, I'm going to take you to somewhere I know." I muttered; my hands were on the steering wheel and my eyes were looking straight with full concentration.

After a few, long, exhausting minutes of driving, we finally reached the destination. I wouldn't obviously take him home as Ming Yun was there. By any chance, if he sees me bringing a handsome, drunk guy to the Zhou Mansion, he will not hesitate to make sure that grandfather disowns me. This is MY humble abode. I bought this house with my own savings, so, the Zhou family don't really have a say in what I do here or who I bring here. However, most of the days, it was just myself and I, pulling all-nighters and working till the sun reminds me that my body needs to rest as well. To be honest, this was the first time I've ever brought another soul into this house. I am just going to let him sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.

Frankly, I don't know why, out of the blue, my angel side took over tonight, at the restaurant. I barely make contact with the people I know. But tonight, was different. I'm puzzled by the fact that, I, Zhou Hao Tao, the most successful second-generation elite, aka businessman in Asia, brought a total stranger into his house. Oh. I was drowned in my own thoughts that I didn't realize that he was leaning on my shoulder while rubbing his head on my chin. Anyway. I need to put him to sleep first. I had no choice but to carry him into the bedroom.

I carefully placed his head on the pillow, then removed his shoes and coat, so that he won't wake up in the middle of the night just because he was feeling tight. I sat next to him.

I couldn't help but notice his light complexion which was complemented by the dim yellow lighting of the room. The large, white covered bed in return accompanied his lonely shadow which laid still, and his long-short hair tenderly caressing the pillow. My thoughts were disturbed by his sudden movement. I shifted my glance as soon as I recognized that he was facing towards me, with his eyes opened halfway.

"Uh...I guess you are tired. Let's talk in the morning." I blurted, forcing my legs to support myself out of the bed. I turned around when, without warning, his palms enfolded themselves around my forearm. I was startled. His chilled fingertips electrocuted me. I swallowed. I swallowed hard. It felt like a metal block was stuck in my throat. Time stopped for a minute. The room was noiseless and everything else was motionless. Including...us.

"Stay with me tonight..." He murmured. His husky fruity voice awoke my cells. With a strange sensation travelling through my spine, I looked back at him. At last, making an eye contact.

"What do you mean?" I questioned cluelessly while still making sure that he doesn't let go of me.

He didn't speak. But his glance across my whole kneeling body gave me the answer.

Oh my. How can he look innocent and seductive at the same time? My heart began to race, leading me to take deep breaths. His grip slowly became a caress. THUMP...THUMP...

My brain commanded me leave while my body says otherwise.

I can't do this. This isn't right. I have only known him for like an hour or two. At most. Moreover...HE IS DRUNK!

That's it. I'm not doing this. I'm not going to take advantage on some drunk guy who is either dumped or depressed. My brain convinced me, at last. I prepared myself to step out of the bed when he pulled me down, forcing my whole weight on his petite, light-weighted body.

I can now hear his inhales and exhales. I can now feel his heart beating fast. I can now explore his eyes from a closer view. I am trying my everything to breakout from this unintentional-but-not-so-unintentional hug. I can literally sense my self-control drifting away.

He frivolously stroked my hair, near the back of my neck, while I reach out, carefully sweeping the strand of hair across his forehead, and he looks up at me with such intensity that I freeze with my fingers near his eyebrow.

"You might regret this." I warn him for the last time, pulling away but without breaking the eye contact.

We didn't break eye contact. Not even for a blink. His gaze was fixed on me as he pulled me again, closer than before. Wrapping his arms around my neck. His lips were a millimeter away from my ear. His breath touched me every time he let out a word from his parted lips.

"Then.. make sure that I won't regret this..." He quietly whispered, playfully biting my ear at the end. I didn't resist. It was almost like; I wanted this moment to stage.

This is it.

I've officially lost control.

I bent down to place my lips on his forehead. Then down his eyes, nose, and lips. They were soft. As soft as I had imagined. Is it too late to realize that I have never kissed a man in my life? Whatever. My tongue strolled down his jaw, and then sucked his neck while my fingers were unbuttoning him, while he was removing mine. I just now noticed the color of his shirt when I threw it out of the bed. Soon, my unclothed chest touched his bare chest, with a wave of heat transferring between us. He cupped my face, pulling me away from his neck. Then continued to kiss me on the lips. I was tempted to bite his lips, but he did it first. The kiss soon led to him making sounds as soon as my fingers raced down the rest of his flat body. I swear, I felt drugged when I heard his first moan. I wanted to do more. I want to hear him moan. It's intoxicating. My mouth parts from his lips and proceeds downwards, exploring every inch of his skin. I undo his pants and pull it down and then it lands next to the pile of shirts. Before we knew it, we were both naked, him between my arms, moaning and hugging me tightly, with his palm stretched as wide as possible. It was like, he wanted to feel as much of my skin as possible. His eyes were closed in pleasure. I kiss his hip, afterwards, the skin in between his hips and thighs.

Soon, the roles were reversed. He pushed me on the mattress while he is sitting on me, bending downwards, covering my lips with his. His fingertips traced every curve of my upper body while proceeding downwards. He patiently moved between my legs, covering my skin with his tongue. I resumed back to our old positions. This time, he is under me, with his hands tightly clasped across my back. Then, he wrapped his thighs around my waist. I pushed against the mattress for support. I began to move... This soon led to loud moans which filled the whole room. He began to shout: I don't know whether in pain or pleasure as I increased the pace. Now, he kisses me, while gripping my hair. Both of us, inhale, and exhale as if the breath we took was our last.

To Be Continued...