When Curtains Close

Chapter 1

Piercing Grey eyes stares at me.

I'm tied on the bed. I can feel pain below but somehow it's pleasurable at the same time.

I want to shout. To remove my bandages. But my body seems it's enjoying it.

He moved fast. So fast and it feels good.

I never felt this sensation in my whole life. My whole body is convulsing.

I can hear myself moaning, wanting more of the guy in top of me.

"You're mine.."

Then suddenly...

Someone woke me up.

"Lana! You are late for your blind date! Come on! Wash up Bitch!"

"Ugggghhh..I love you Storm but times like these I really wanna hate you "

I sat in my bed and looked angrily at her. I really hate her right now.

"Lana, you know I'm doing this for you right? You're here in the Philippines for four years already but you haven't dated a guy...C'mon live a little. If I have a body and a face like yours, I would be out partying every night."

I threw my pillow at her. I wanna sleep! I want to see that guy's face! Damn this. I want to feel him inside me even though I haven't experienced that in my entire life.

"Why did you set me up in the first place? I don't even know what the guy looks like! What if he's...yuck."

"No. Trust me, he's not. I saw the picture and 'yuck' is not the right term to define him. Just dress up. This would be fun."

"Fine fine. I'll meet up with him for you to stop pestering me. "

I washed up and put on a cocktail dress. The guy I would date tonight picked the place. It was a French restaurant. I knew the place but I haven't ate there. Too expensive for my budget. Maybe he's rich? Storm said that all expenses are already paid. I feel uncomfortable in my dress. I look good but I prefer jeans and tshirt.

I put on a little make up and head up to my old car. I drove to the place then suddenly I feel out of place. All the cars outside are either brand new or vintage. Mine is an old washed up car. I gave my keys to the valet and head in the entrace.

"What can I help you with miss?"

The girl at the reception dressed in women's tux looked me from head to toe like telling me that I don't belong in this kind of place. I'm starting to hate this evening. I get the paper in my clutch bag where my date's name is written.

"I'm looking for a Mr. Bandit Wolfram De Veza"

The woman was shocked when she heard the name. Without looking at the guest book, she shouted at one of the waiters inside.

"James, please accompany her to the VIP section."

Even that James guy is shocked. Do I look that cheap for them?!

James escorted me in the a red room. The first thing I saw were candles and wine. Wow. James left me in the entrance and suddenly I saw a man in a suit standing in his seat. I looked in his eyes and suddenly I stepped back a little.

What the heck is happening?

Piercing Grey eyes stares at me...