On His Roster (Aviación #1) Completed

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Heated

I snatched up the entire shot glass from the table and downed it all at once. They kept talking about something, so I used that time to collect my belongings and get myself together. I snuck a quick look at the man behind me and tried to get away from them right away. I felt uneasy once more as I attempted to move past the tables.

Halos nababangga na ng katawan ko ang mga upuan dahil sa pagkahilo. I feel like my feet are walking perfectly straight however my vision sucked.

I'm leaning on the wall near the exit door. I should've called Dinara earlier. My eyes widened when I realized that I was only holding a trench coat. Where's my bag?! I don't have my cellphone either. My cards. I took a deep breath before starting to walk again towards the dance floor. The table I was sitting on earlier is close to the dance floor.

I kept staring at the hallway I was passing through; maybe my stuff fell on the floor. I vomited and sat down at a nearby table. I'm a literal mess. My black dress is long enough that it reached my ankle; that's why some parts were vomited. I tried to cover my mouth with my hand and leaned on the table, consoling myself.

"Av!" Nathan found me and immediately helped me get up. Hawak niya ang dalawang magkabilang balikat ko at inalalayan na makatayo.

"I...my bag...i lost it," i whined like a drunkard weak bitch. Naintindihan naman niya at tinulungan sa paglalakad.

"We'll get you water, okay?"

When he said water i gained an urge to puke again like my systen refused the taste of nothingness.

"I need to call Danira...please? Call her..." i dont know why i am crying just because of this. Why am i so emotional?

"My bag..." weeping like a spoiled brat.

Men always look into the eyes first then their gaze will gradually snake onto your chest, legs and the other eye candy that will capture attention is when you wore provocative red high heels.

If only I'm in my sober state, then that will never be a problem, but currently I am fighting for my life because puking stinks and, of course, my safety. Nathan is with me, and then another guy who recognized Nathan approached us too. I'm in a country I am not familiar with. My phone is not with me, my friends are gone, and I am hungry.

"Niccolo," i heard someone approached us. Nathan and i guess the guy Niccolo are the one holding me.

I know that this is a public place and that anything could happen, bad or good. But i cant even try to be optimistic because my head is turning to other dark places.

Men are into visuals. They enjoy looking at women imagining what's under their skirts whether they are wearing stockings, tights, underwears or nothing at all. I get that kind of stares a lot especially at work. You cant help but meet different kind of people, different kind of psychos. Different breed of men.

"Where's Danira?" i asked weakly.

If I'm in control right now, maybe I can still find the strength in me to act like an expert who loves men's gazes. Maybe I'll have the confidence to walk beautifully between the tables surrounding this place. But I am in a vulnerable state right now, and all I want is some burgers. My dumb ass is torn between keeping myself safe and eating some burgers as soon as possible.

I was crying terribly until i passed out. Darkness consumed my vision and i lose all of my remaining strength to carry myself.

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There's thin line between hunger for food and hunger for other thing. And i am the worst example of fighting and differentiating that confusion because how come these weird memories keeps on flashing in my mind.

I woke up wrapped up in soft, blanket-like clouds. Soft cushion and pillow that helped me with my lack of sleep. I felt rejuvenated because of how good my sleep was, but not until my stubborn stomach started growling and forcing me to puke again. I tried to lay there on the bed and close my eyes, hoping it would help me with my dizziness. Breathe in. Breathe out.

It's just like teasing. My head hurts, yes. But this sudden urge to feel something has swallowed me. I love it when he's being appreciative. I love it when he looked down cockily like he's got the power. Enjoying the highs that i am able to provide. I love it when he whines and curse whenever i am playing with power. He believed that he's the powerful one and realized that he's mistaken when i can instantly control and drag him deep down whenever i want, make him fall from his highs and make him beg for me to do it again and again like a never ending cycle.

In my line of work those people who are entitled and are able to pay for expensive flights are given a different level of service and attention.

According to the rules business class and first class seats are more expensive. And trainings includes how to properly give a top notch service to clients who pays more.

If those people who are sat in an expensive seat calls for you and ask for your assistance then you are required to approach him with outmost respect. Approach him and make sure you're talking to them with your head leveled with theirs. Bend if you must, sit down on one knee if that makes you comfortable. Whatever works for you.

And i realized it's all the same with other kind of service. Bend if you must but personally i like it when my head is even lowered than his. On my knees like a good fucking girl.

I wanna do it slowly without losing eye contact. Do it slowly and flash an innocent smile, looking deep into his hazel green eyes.

The kind of rare eyes that only about five percent of the world's population. Make it painfully slow. It will kill them. It excites them so much.

That made them a madman. Naturally born into a predatory system, who seeks and conquer. Who constantly ask for more. They're insatiable animal. 

I know when a woman crew walk through the hallway of the cabin people behind her tend to imagine things...dirty things, unfortunately.

And the man right here is no different. Guessing what's inside his head right now, what underwear she's wearing or did she wear one?

Heard him groaned huskily when i started to let him in, helped him dig deeper, hit deeper down my throat. His left hand rested gently on the side of my head, languidly caressing my hair, moving it to the side away from my drenched face. Teared up in the process but i never lose my sight as i continuously watch his reaction. How he leaned his head down and how his mouth agape. Seems like i'm watching him in slow motion.

His head backwards and his both hands moved back to the side of my face. I gasped for air like a helpless little cat. I felt drowned as my eyes continued to shred tears. I was holding him, guiding him while his also guiding me as i took charge.

I stopped holding him and weakly reached for his waist, assisting my weight. I still feel lightheaded due to the alcohol intake and my body slumped, all of my weight depended on him, head leaning on his waist.

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