My 419 Nightmare

1. Playground of Fate

Kit's POV

I stumble upon the club in my hotel. I haven't been in a club ever since I got my professional chef license. I've been too busy setting up my restaurant to be clubbing. I don't even go to a bar. If I need a drink, a glass of wine from numerous collection in my restaurant will do.

So... why I'm here now?

In a foreign country no less. Drinking to my sorrow.

I travelled to this country for a purpose. To surprise my girlfriend with a proposal. Lynn is an upcoming model, working abroad mostly, looking for an opportunity to walk on the most prestigious runway.

She told me she has been given a chance to model in China Fashion Week. Even though, she told me, it is not one of the most sought after Fashion Week, like Milan or London, the opportunity is a much needed career booster for her.

So what I'm doing here again? 

I was so afraid that she will forget me after she enters the international stage, that I selfishly want to tie her down with me. I clear up my work, handing my restaurant to my assistant and fly here to Shanghai, with a diamond ring, a specially custom made one for the surprise proposal.

But... I'm the one that got surprised instead.

I can't forget the image that I saw after her hotel room was open from inside. A half-naked middle age man, with only a small towel wrap around his stomach standing in front of me. At first I thought that I got into the wrong room. I was preparing to apologize in my broken Mandarin when a voice so familiar boom behind him.

I push the man to the side, sliding into the room. And there she stood, in a bathrobe, drying her hair with a towel, back facing me.

I ignore the man's rant, furious with me for barging into the room. She turns, shocked as she realizes someone else is with them. Double shocked, when that someone happens to be her boyfriend.

The minute I step inside, my eyes scan around the room. Clothes everywhere, supposedly both his and hers. The sweet smell of arousal lingers in the air, proving further what had happened just moments before I arrive.

Lynn is too shocked to say anything I think, as she's gaping at me, looking at the bouquet of  her favorite white roses in my hand. The man finally take a step to stands beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist, keeping mum while staring daggers at me.

I gave her a small smile, approaching her slowly and give her the bouquet.

'Happy birthday' I say.

And I left...

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I'm sitting at the bar, playing with the small Tiffany box. The box that hold a small fortune, supposed to bring happiness to any receiver that is lucky enough to get their hands on it.

I open up the box. A blinding ray shoot to my eyes, causing me to snap the box close again. I stuff the box inside my breast pocket before signaling to the bartender.

"Whiskey, on the rock."

I repeat my order to him. It has been a few hours since I've been sitting there. Nursing glass after glass of whiskey. My mind starts to cloud and all the noise starts to dimmed. But somehow... I kept drinking. I can't stop. It feels like something is missing, I feel empty. And I need those drinks to fill me up.

"Hey... I think that is enough for you."

A large hand stops me from drinking another glass. I turn to my right, looking for the owner of the long, well-manicured hand. A handsome, well sculptured face greets me.

He was saying something to me when I blanked out. All I can feel is that someone is holding me and muttering something to my ears. I can't think straight. But somehow I know that someone is bringing me warmth and I scoot closer to embrace it.

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I can feel the sun shooting straight on my face. I tried to turn away from it by flipping my body to the other side of the bed. And that's when it hits me. A sharp pain from my lower back jolt me awake.

I rub my back a couple of time before I realize that I'm naked. I heard a soft snore next to me and I slowly turn, fearing the worst. And there he is, a man with all the God grace on his face, sleeping peacefully next to me.

I glance around the room. It's a suite actually. A freaking large suite fit for a king. I flop back on the bed, groaning in silence, thinking about what have I done.

I seriously can't remember. The last memory of last night was when I was stopped from drinking by some guy. I close my eyes for a moment trying to think more about it but somehow my memory failed me.

I get up, slowly, not wanting for this handsome stranger to wake up. Every move I make earn me a sharp pain from my back. I halt on the edge of the bed. I saw clothes thrashed around the room and I look down at my naked body.

Oh my God! Did I just do it with a guy? And I'm the one on the receiving end? Shoot!

I turn to look at the stranger, that is still sleeping under the duvet. I slowly stand up, ignoring the pain and wearing my clothes, as best as I can.

I need to get out of here, fast. I stumble around, trying to make as less noise as I possibly can, getting all my belonging, before going out. I halt before the door, turning around to face the stranger, unconsciously trying to imprint his face to my memory before heading out.

I rush to my room, which happen to be in the same hotel as the suite, hop into the shower, pack everything up and checkout, before heading straight to the airport.

As I wait for my flight back to Thailand, I rest in the lounge, thinking back what have happened to me for the last 24 hours.

I have been so happy, at the beginning of this journey, thinking I'll be getting engage with my dream girl, only to be shocked by a betrayal. And now, sitting in pain, realizing that I just gave my virginity to a man. Shoot.

I close my eyes, wishing to myself that this is all a dream. Yes, it is all just a bad, bad dream. A big freaking nightmare. It will go away soon.

Both Lynn... And that stranger.

Especially him. I will forget it all. I will forget my 419 nightmare.