"I have a surprise for you." He erotically whispered in her ears. It tingled Isabel's whole body, made her shiver.
"What?" Her forehead creased. Intensely stared into his eyes, she deeply admired the deep darkness that was pulling her in.
"You'll see." Hash carefully put her inside the carriage. Isabel reached out her hands to him like a baby, can't get enough of his body.
"Go, I'll see you at home. I have some business with the king." He quickly sealed her lips, pried her tongue with his, sucked like he wasn't able to drink water for a long time, then planted a kiss on her head and orders the driver to bring Isabel home. She felt floating in the air but suddenly pulled down, pouted her lips.
Stuck her head out of the carriage until she can't see him anymore. The tingly sensation she felt when he was kissing her stays and made her giggle. Isabel gave herself a pat on the back for doing a good job. She knew she nailed it.
"The boy is mine." Singing some lyrics of Brandy's the boy is mine song accompanied by giggles. She's not even drunk, imagined a scenario of her drunk self. It's a fuck-up scenario, so she laughed, made the chauffeur think she lost her mind.
A few minutes after she got into Hash's house, Lo's team gathered around her and help her bathe. She was in a dreamy state, even in the shower. Smiled all night. She looked pretty, but dopey.
After she settled on Hash's bed, she could hear an acoustic sound coming from the back of the mansion. The rhythm was upbeat and festive that which piqued her curiosity. She investigated through peaking at the door's crack to see what the servants were doing.
On a bonfire, she saw the physician woman dancing with three other girls. Tied on their feet are strings of bells and seashells.
"What are you peaking at?" Her heart leaped, scared of a sudden enormous arm snaked around her waist. Hash teased her and peeked with her at the door crack.
"Are you trying to kill me through a heart attack?" Isabel lightly slapped his chest but regretted doing it as soon. She felt like she hit her palms on hard concrete. She felt his stomach vibrated from laughing silently.
"Come on, let's join them." Hash pulled her hands and dragged her to the gathering, which made the servants delighted.
They tied a string of bells on Isabel's foot, then let her join them dancing. As if in a trance, both of them stared into each other's eyes. The servants started clapping and chanting. Isabel mimicked and tilted her head, gesturing for Hash to join the party. He shook his head, took some cups, and sips wine. Although she rolled her eyes at him, some giggling accompanied it.
Isabel finally paid attention to the steps, added some twerking, which amused Lo. She copied Isabel's moves, and other servants eventually followed. When Isabel searched Hash's eyes again, he was holding his stomach, laughing hard.
Somebody from the servants made a groaning sound that made the dancing intense.
"Ha!" it compelled everyone, even Isabel, to shout Ha! That made Hash laugh even louder.
When she spent enough energy dancing, sweating all over, Isabel stopped dancing and sat next to him.
"Did you have fun?" His voice was low, which she could only hear. Isabel grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
"Alright, enough. You might strain your neck," Chuckled and teased her.
She said nothing, but rolled her eyes, then laid her head on his shoulders. That warmth Isabel felt when she's with him was satisfying.
"Hey! you said you had a surprise." She raised her head and stared at him, eyes like a kitten looking charming.
"What is it?" She opened her palm, asking for the surprise. Hash rose, took her hand and pulled her up.
"Come." He picked her up and carried Isabel in his arms again. His servants pretended they saw nothing, continued with their twerking.
"Are you not going to ask me to put you down?" He teased again.
"Hm?" She acted like she hears nothing. She wrapped her hands around his neck tightly.
"You're so cute, do you know that?" Then bit her ears.
"Aw!" She pretended it hurts, but it tingled her, followed by flirtatious giggles. She didn't believe in what the romance authors wrote about that feeling of small electrical currents when touched by your lover. She thought it's an exaggeration until she experienced it herself.
Hash's servants cringed in their master's exchange of dilly dally. They're not used to him being gentle.
"A portable charger?" She couldn't help distort her face in bewilderment.
Then her mind calms down. She still believed she's in the afterlife.
"One day, I will explain, but not now." He put away the charger. Pulled Isabel closer to him, held her chin, and ravished her mouth with his.
Isabel was searching her head to describe the feeling of being kissed by this bulk of a man. But the closest one that she could compare it with was when she's high with that weed she accidentally inhaled in the college dorm.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, encouraged him to continue, lips traveled down on her neck, made the feeling intense.
"Hmmm." A soft moan escaped from her.
She was a little bashful but didn't have the chance to stop him. His lips and hands were moving all over her body simultaneously, made her feeling delirious. She couldn't help closing her eyes, a few minutes of waiting, she opened her eyes and saw his whole body trembling.
She found him silently laughing at her. Annoyed, she threw a pillow on his face and hid under the sheets.
"What are you doing?" He tried to pull down the sheets that covered her whole body. But she held to it tightly.
"You're so mean." She exclaimed, head still inside the blanket. She bit her lips out of awkwardness.
"I'm kidding." But he was so amused.