My 419 Nightmare

2. Our First Night

Ming POV

I woke up, after failing in searching the warmth that was by my side. I slowly look around my room. The clothes that being the evidence of the event last night is still there, strewn around the room, with the exception of his.

He is gone.

I lay back on my bed, closing my eyes, remembering last night.

I was heading back to my room after having a business meeting in one of the private room at the hotel's club. What can you say, sometimes a meeting can be held in a club too. Especially if it's illegal.

Being the only son of a powerful tycoon in Mainland China sure open up many doors to me. Not to mention, girls and boys too.

I wasn't thinking of hooking up as usual last night, but as soon as I turn my head towards the bar, my eyes fell upon the most gorgeous specimen, drinking his sorrow.

Sorrow? Since when I have become so melancholic? But... I have to agree; his cherubic face doesn't deserve the sorrow it portrays. Without me noticing it, my feet turn toward him and my hand step forward to stop him from drinking more.

He turns to look at me for a moment before he collapsed on me.

"Hey, are you okay? Wake up."

I tried to wake him up, but it all come in vain. Instead he scoot closer to me, embracing me tightly.

I carry him with me to my room. I have no idea why I did that. But the notion of him being carried away by others make me sick.

He proceeds to cling on me. It wasn't until I lay him down on my bed that I realized he was crying. He was muttering something incorrigible. I walk to my bathroom, and walk back after getting a piece of wet cloth to clean him up, only to see him sitting, leaning his back at the headboard.

"Are you okay?"

I asked him, sitting by the bed, tapping his thigh, as he doesn't seem to notice me. His next word, however, left me stunned.

"Do you want me?"

I can only blinked even though he is not looking at me.

"Nobody wants me. Nobody does. They just keep going away. All of them." He continued, sliver of tears running down his cheeks.

I brushed his tears away. He looks so painfully adorable, so sweetly vulnerable.

"You won't want me too. You would just leave. You would...."

I cut him off as I close my mouth to his. I can feel his tears running through my fingers as I cup his face, but I didn't sense any rejection.

"I want you, angel. And I would never let you go." I said to him as I let him go, looking him in the eyes.

I have no idea why I said that promise, but I don't plan to bail out on it anytime soon.

He cries harder, his body shaking his sob away. I slowly pull him in my arm, embracing him, calming him away.

"Take me."

My hand that was rubbing his back automatically stop. I push his body back, searching his face. Still tear stricken, his gaze is clear and calm.

"Take me." He repeats after a pregnant pause.

That seals our night away.

I slowly approach him, kissing him, nibbling his lower lips, seeking permissions, which he willingly gives. I taste him thoroughly, urging him to do the same as I slowly push his jacket down his arm and fling it to the side. It wasn't until a soft moan escape from him did I stop.