Pleasure BOOK #1 : A M B E R✔️

Chapter 4

                                                                                        A M B E R

    Paglapag namin sa Japan ay medyo madilim pa. Nag unat-unat ako habang hinihintay ang flight attendant na ibigay ang mga gamit ko, saka ako sumabay kay Simoun na bumaba sa jet. Meron ng kotse na naghihintay sa amin, medyo hilo pa ako sa flight pero habang papalapit kami sa kotse ay naeexcite ako. Matagal tagal na mula nang ikalawang pagbisita ko dito. Hindi na ako makapaghintay na balikan ang mga pamilyar at amoy na alam kong dito sa bansang ito ko lang matatagpuan.

Nami-miss ko ang dati kong buhay. Yung buhay na kahit saang parte ng mundo ay pwede kong puntahan habang naka first class flight. I missed having my father around. I missed indulging my sweet tooth with him. I missed watching him and my mother kiss sa ilalim ng cherry bloosoms tree habang ako, kumakain ng sushi.

Now, I was lucky if I didn't have to fly coach.

Ang makasakay muli sa private jet ni Simoun, ganitong ganito ang buhay ko noon.

Inilagay ko ang mga gamit ko sa likudan ng kotse habang sya ay dinaanan lamang ako, nakadukdok ang atensyon nya sa kanyang phone. Well, mukhang hindi ko kailangang mag expect na gentleman ang isang ito for a week.

I shut the trunk and slid in beside him, trying to keep up my poise while containing my excitement. Simoun didn't strike me as the type of man to get excited about anything.

Without a word uttered between anyone, the driver pulled off the tarmac.

We traveled through streets I recognized and rushed by shops I used to shop in as a little girl. I smiled as I peered out the window at the darkened world behind the tinted windows of the SUV. The partition was rolled down, and Simoun was typing away on his phone, doing whatever it was he did.

Isinaulo kong muli ang lahat ng bagay tungkol sa kanya, kailangan kong maging matalino para aalalahanin ang lahat ng iyon na para bang totoong mahal namin ang isa't-isa. Kung tama ang pagkakabasa ko sa files ay fiancee nya ang role ko dito. That came with an entirely different set of parameters for how I needed to address him, appear around him, and act with him. But I didn't have much to go on.

Even after a nine-hour plane ride. Huminto ang kotse sa isang luma at napakamahal na hotel na alam na alam ko: Amanemu Ise-shima National Park. I contained my excitement as it bubbled in my gut.

Isang beses pa lang ako nakakapunta dito at ito ang da best na hotel para sa akin dito sa Japan. At kahit na tahimik lang itong katabi ko, he's indeed a hooker. Palihim ko syang pinagmasdan habang kinakausap nya ang driver. He had dark blond hair swooped meticulously to the side. Matangkad sya, with long legs that sprawled out and comfortably occupied the space he demanded as his own. Bagay na bagay ang suot nya sa katawan na tila ba nang aakit dahil sa muscles nya na itinatago ng mamahaling telang suot nya. He had on thick-framed glasses that hid his emerald-green eyes, and his long, dexterous fingers continuously rolled over his phone screen. Malaki ang kamay nya, malakas ang binti nya and his wingspan was easily double mine. His jawline looked as if it had been chiseled from marble, and his pouty lower lip jutted out whenever he was deep in concentration.

Maybe making some bonus cash with him wouldn't be as distasteful as it usually was.

I enjoyed sex.

I was an independent woman at the prime of her life. I loved it, actually. I loved experimenting with it and sweating during it. I enjoyed the sounds and the tastes and the memories it created. I considered myself a strong, independent woman, one who owned up to her faculties in life and never once shied away from things many men traditionally expected a woman of my stature to shy away from.