My 419 Nightmare

4. Belongs To...

Kit's POV

I'm not in my best condition over these past few days. I felt listless all day long. My whole body is sore and I'm barely able to perform my job. Thank God that I have a set of capable crew and a genius sous chef. Or else... I may not make it.

Maybe it was due to the stress I'm handling nowadays. I mean... I am being pressured to keep my reputation intact as being the sole caterer for the merger of a local company with a foreign investor.

The company, LGT Inc., received a humongous financial injection from a foreign partner, DCP Corp. for all their future projects. It was then when DCP decided that they will send in some delegates to overview their future projects and to strengthen the merger. It was a great feat for a local company, really.

I know this was a big deal but it wasn't until few days ago I realized how freaking big this deal was. Even the government is taking notice on this. I only knew about this when the restaurant is being contacted by the media, asking how I feel about being selected.

I was like... what???

I have to refuse the interview since I have no idea what is going on. Plus, I would not dare to speak out of turn, especially before I confirm anything with the company.

The pressure is finally taking a toll on me. My complexion is so ghastly that I didn't dare to face my customers at the dining area when they ask for me.

Mew have been urging me to take some day off, to rest before the event. I was tempted to do so but I can't. There are so many things that have not been ready yet. The temp staff still have to be brief on their roles, the sitting placements for the gala dinner, the food arrangement for the buffet, even the ingredients are still not in yet.

Ugh.... so many things to do. I start to regret accepting this order. Am I aiming too high then?

"Boss, you have us, don't you? You even left the restaurant to us when you go for you quick leave last time. I have already contacted the suppliers. Everything will be here a day before everything starts." Mew keep droning on and on, urging me to step out.

They forced me out of the restaurant and straight to my room upstairs. I have been living there for the past few days as I was too busy to go home.

I changed my uniform to a more comfortable pajamas. I then lay on the sofa bed, trying to rest. To be honest, there was another reason for me working so hard day by day, refusing to sleep, until I collapsed at the end of the day, exhausted.

"Take me."

Bits and pieces of memories from that night have been haunting me. It doesn't shows the full picture but I can pretty much guess what have happen. I can't believe how I behave that day, to a complete stranger no less. I burn in shame, remembering my intimate encounter with him.

The handsome stranger...

I slowly drift to sleep as both my body and my mind are too tired to hold up.

"Ahhhhnn... pl-pl-please." I beg him to touch me, more.

"Shh... angel. I will." He complied with my need by tugging my pants and boxer swiftly and pumps my length, slowly, teasing me, before gaining more speed as I moan harder.

He swallowed my moans as his lips fucking mine. I can feel I'm close. But he stops abruptly, leaving me a bit distress.

"No... Not yet, angel."

I watch him as he stands near the bed, undressing himself. My eyes lands on his toned bronze abdomen before gazing lower to his length. I gulp as I saw how... it's length is differ from mine. Much, much, much differ.

"Suck."

I didn't realize he have crawl back to me and sit on my thigh, brushing our length together. My moans were mumbled as I suck his fingers, enjoying the sensation of his kisses on my body and his hand pumping our length.

He stops again when I'm nearing my edge, slamming kisses to my lips. He then proceeds to spread my legs apart.

"Ahhhhnn... hurt."

I struggle a bit between kisses as he starts to assault my hole. But he keeps fingering me, sliding in and out, until my whimper turn to moans of pleasure.

"Shh... It will get better, angel. It will get better."

His whispers distract me from the pain as he inserts another finger to my hole. I keep hanging on to the word angel which he calls me with. I almost in blank when his thrusting hits my bundle of nerve when he finally slid his third fingers. Riding my pleasure, I whimper in loss when he pulls out.

"Ahhhhnn... No... Ahhhhnn..."

He is tearing my hole apart with his length. I trash around beneath him, trying to escape, but he just pushes further. I'm fisting the bed sheet, trying to contain the pain while trying to push him off me. It wasn't until his length is fully inserted to my hole that he stops moving. He just holds me close, preciously, making me feel loved.

His length starts to warm up in my hole. I wiggle, uncomfortably. He slowly pulls out and slam it back. Breathlessly, I try to take him on.

"Ahhhhnn... there... Ahhhhnn... more... Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhnn..."

I'm in a moaning mess the moment his length hit my bundle of nerve. He slammed harder, faster, getting both of us there. The pain is still there, but the bliss over powers it all.

"Ahhhhnn!!!"

I let out a long moan when I finally cum. He thrust harder before I can feel his cum burst inside me, warming my insides.

"Thank you."

I thank him for making me feel wanted, for making me feel loved. He cleans me up and head to the bathroom, taking his shower.

I'm dazed on the bed, still reliving what have happened, with my eyes close, when I feel the bed dipped and he snuggled my body closer to him.

"My angel. Mine."

I wake up, startled. This was the first time I'm remembering the whole thing. I groan in bed, feeling the hardening of my length down below.

I stumble out of the bed, relieving my need in the cold shower and proceed to get ready for the day. It wasn't until I'm facing the mirror, drying my hair, that I realized something.

He keeps calling me angel. Why?

And his final words...

My angel. Mine.

How possessive. I scoff at the notion. It's not like I'm his. He doesn't even know me. And I don't even know him.

But strangely, I'm not annoyed with it. In fact, it warms my heart up. It makes me feels like I'm loved, I'm wanted.

It makes me feels like I'm... belong.