𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈: Rᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ PH Bᴏᴏᴋ {Cʜ}

📖+💋|Good luck, babe!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling. . .

Thailand

Nothing happened between us that night, but I felt a strange pang in my heart when he pulled his lips away from mine. He smiled at me, oh-so beautifully, the moon shining above his head like a halo, he was so dazzling... But then he said

"Thank you, Thai... I, I'm sorry for... Wasting your time... We should probably get some sleep. I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow and I expect you and the guys to give me your full support."  He chuckled as though we hadn't just kissed. What? What are you saying?

"You're going through with the wedding?"  I asked, baffled. He smiles at me and stands up before offering his hand out to me... And like a touched starved puppy, I took it.

"Millions of pesos of taxpayer money was spent on this day, Thailand... And we have foreign guests attending, you and the others included. I couldn't bear the thought of embarrassing my bride in front of so many important people."  He turns to his heel and walks away.

I watched as he walked over to the door, opening it for me. I don't know why, but I felt my eyes burn from the tears that threatened to pour. I walked up to him, clearing my throat to make that lump go away so I could speak.

"Philipp... You and I both know that we would accept you no matter what...! We'd understand if you walked away, you shouldn't go through with this wedding after..." Everything. After everything that you just found out and after everything that we did. That's what I wanted to tell him, but what does it matter? It was just a kiss. He got what he needed and now...

"Goodnight, Thailand. I hope to see you on my wedding day tomorrow, if you'd still like to attend."  He says to me, smile wide and painful. I took a breath and forced a smile as well, patting him on the shoulder as I left his room.

But before he could close it, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for another kiss. Just one more... Just give me one more and I'll be satisfied...

He kisses me back and I wrap my arm around his waist, he gasps and I push my tongue and I hear that sweet, sweet whine escape from those plump and sensuous lips. Our tongues danced together and hearts were beating to the same melody. This is stupid...

Once I pulled away, he looked at me dazed and confused, panting softly while a trail of saliva still connects our lips. I chuckle and wipe it off our lips, my thumb grazing on his skin, I let it linger for a few seconds more.

"I'll support you in whatever stupidity you've involved yourself in, but just so you know.... You'll never be happy in this marriage."  His eyes widened, surprised but not quite shocked. He knows, he already knows.

I pull myself away from him, afraid that if I let myself touch him for even a second longer that I... Might not be able to let him go... Why? It was just a kiss...

"Congratulations on getting married, Philipp."  I forced a smile, yet it was harder to force myself to walk away from him...

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The next day came. Since the ceremony took place in the afternoon, we all decided to leave early in the morning. The strippers went back home before us, so the day was seemingly going smoothly. Except...