Caught in the Fire (Temptress Series #1)

Chapter 3

My head was throbbing and I don't even want to open my eyes. I badly want to stay in bed and sleep the whole day but I still have schedules. Schedules? Realization hit me that I'm on a break. No more schedules for me and it only has one pro. That is more sleeping time for me.

I was about to go back to sleep when fragments of what happened last night rushed into my head. Bar! Alcohol! Stranger! Crying! Hug.
And then it hit me. Memories of last night entered my head.

"Fuck!" I hissed when I felt so much pain in my head nang bigla akong maupo. Damn, hangover. Ilan ba ang nainom ko kahapon? I lost count.

Inilibot ko ang mata ko sa buong kwarto. It was big but this is not my room. The interior suggests that the room was owned by a guy. Shet. Pinagsamantalahan ba ako? Kinapa ko ang aking sarili. I'm not sore down there. Ulo ko lang ang sadyang masakit.

Kumunot ang noo ko nang iba na ang suot kong damit. I'm wearing a shirt that almost reaches my midthigh. Nakapanty pa naman ako but what the fuck, I'm not wearing a bra.

Fuck. Paano pag iyong lalaking kagabi ay paparazzi pala? Or hater? Baka pinicturan niya akong hubad at kinalat ito sa internet. No, my image and career. I pushed away all those thoughts and tried to be positive.

Umalis ako sa kama at lumabas ng kwarto. A two-story condo. Nasa pangalawang palapag ako. Inilibot ko ang paningin ko sa taas pero wala namang tao roon. Fuck, why I'm nervous? I shouldn't be.

Nang makababa na ako sa first floor the living room was empty but I'm hearing a sound coming from the kitchen ata. I can also smell bacon.
Naramdaman ko ang pagkalam ng sikmura ko. Sinaway ko ang sarili ko.

I sighed before heading in the direction where the sound is coming. Sinalubong ako ng lalaking nakatalikod na halos wala ng saplot sa katawan. He's only wearing a boxer that lazily hangs on his hips. If I remember it right, I was admiring this man last night, and right now my mind is filled with admiration. Damn, that biceps, that butt, and body. His hair was still wet. Maybe he just got out of the shower. Ipinilig na ang aking iniisip. This man could be a paparazzi.

"What did you do to me?" matapang kung tanong. Naagaw ko ang atensyon nito. Nilingon niya ako ngunit agad ding ibinalik ang atensyon sa niluluto.

"Are you a paparazzi?" muli kong tanong kahit hindi niya pa nasasagot ang una kung katanungan.

Bumaling siya sa akin habang hawak ang plato na may laman na bacon at itlog. Nilapag niya ito sa countertop bago tumingin sa akin.

"Think whatever you want but let me eat my breakfast peacefully." seryoso nitong sabi bago naupo sa highchair at magsimula ng kumain.

How dare this man ignore me? Alam niya bang maraming nagkakandarapang lalaki marinig lang ang bosese ko. Tapos siya iignorahin niya lang ako.

Inis akong nagmartsa at naupo sa harapan niya. I crossed my hand on my chest.

"Hey, I could sue you if you took a picture of me?" akusa ko.

He stops eating. Medyo inis na itong bumaling sa akin.

"Miss, alam mo ba kung ano ang hirap ko kagabi. You passed out and you puke all over me, my car and my bed." halata ang pagkairita nito. Ngumuso nalang ako. Did I really?

"Give me your phone then?" mahirap na no.

"Look miss, I won't bother photographing you. I don't know you and I don't have an interest in you." he harshly said. I remember talking to him and how I blurted out things I wish I could take back.

Matalim ko siyang tinitigan.
" Excuse me!" How could this man?

"I don't really care about your life. Now please eat and leave my condo or just leave my condo." suplado nitong sabi. I rolled my eyes at him.