CH. 17-In One Room, One Bed

308 7 0
                                    

"Are you going to ignore me for the rest of our trip?"

"Are we sharing one bed?"

"Of course," he says as he lies down on the bed. He had asked his secretary to book two hotel rooms, but a mistake was made and only one room was booked. They had tried to get another room, but there was not one available. So, for the rest of the week, they'll be sharing one room and one bed.

"Fine, but don't you dare touch me."

"Promise," he says as he put both hands in the air surrendering to her requests. He continues to stare as she undoes her high bun and let her hair fall down to her waist. Without much thought, she lies next to him as she grabs the blanket to cover her.

"Wake me up for dinner," she says as she turns to face him and scoots closer to AD so that she won't fall off the bed.

"Sure," he replies as his heart races faster. Did she not just told him to keep his hands off of her? Yet, here she is snuggling close to him. Keeping his hands behind his head, he stares silently at the ceiling admiring the blank canvas.

"I'm cold," she whispers in her sleep, but loud enough for him to hear.

Worried, he places his hand on her forehead. Her body temperature is normal, but the weather is a bit chilly and lucky for them, the heater isn't working. The front desk people told them that tomorrow morning the people will come to fix it while they're gone. As she feels him removing his hand away from her forehead, she smiles inside her head. Maybe, just maybe she'll change her mind about him after this trip. After all just before she left with AD, Keith came begging on his knees for her to give another thought about AD. At first, she feigned ignorance but then reluctantly agree. As sleep begin to win over her mind and body, she turns around while moving closer to AD and wraps one arm around his hard rock body. Sure enough, he slides one arm under her body and the other on top of her body, wrapping her in his chest.

"Hmm," she whispers, "you're too hard for me to cuddle. Maybe you should gain some weight, I like guys with a little bit of meat." He chuckles at her remarks. Even when she near deep sleep, she still complains.

The next day as they wander around the streets of Itaewon, AD couldn't help but glare at the men staring at his woman. Well, she's not his yet, but soon she will be. Of course, she couldn't tell at all the men's hungry looks. She was having the time of her life just looking around. It's been quite a while since she's been to South Korea. Actually, she has no good reason to visit the country anymore, her only family relative, maternal. great aunt Yoon-hee passed away three years ago. She died an old and lonely woman. As far as family goes, all her relatives are living in the States, her mom was an orphan and didn't have any other siblings or relatives and her father's family is not big.

"You want to go in," AD asks he stops behind her tracks in front of a flower shop.

"No," she says staring at the flowers reminding her of her great aunt, "Actually there's a place I need to visit before we head back to the states."

"Sure," he says as he gently takes her hand in his, "How about let's go in there," he says pointing to a boutique and takes the lead before she gets the chance to slap his hand away or complain.

Once inside she was taken away, the place was filled with beautiful fabric selections. In a trance, she walks over to an aisle that was filled with oriental fabric selection bringing back some memories. When she was little and visited her great aunt, they would go to many fabrics stores so that she can choose her favorite fabrics. Then her great aunt would make her beautiful hanboks as well as other clothes.

"Annyeong," a worker greets her with a cute little timid voice.

"Annyeong," she replies back as she realizes that AD isn't with her. Looking around she realizes that the place has beautiful crimson walls with intricate paintings. The store has different sections that were filled with different types of fabrics and each section entrances were designed to be horseshoe arches. It's so very—

"AD," she says as she spots him walking towards her with some workers following close by, "is this store yours?"

"What do you think," he says with a smile and answering back with a question.

"It's pretty."

"Not the place silly," he says as he sneakily slides one arm behind her waist making sure to tell all his male employees that she was his. "I meant the fabrics."

"Oh," she says as she slides away but he quickly grab holds of her waist again, "They're very beautiful, reminds me of when I used to visit my great aunt and we would go fabric shopping," she says giving up on escaping his grasps when she sees the female employees giggling at them.

"Tell me about it," he says wanting to know more.

"Maybe later," she says.

His Blue Eyes GirlWhere stories live. Discover now