"Okay, done. You're getting crazy. Is that what you were doing with Henry a while ago? Were you offering yourself as a desperate girl for a man's attention? " He pointed his finger to her forehead. "I just disappeared for a bit, and you're on another man's attention…."
"What?"
"I'm warning you, Angeline. Never play with Henry. He's getting married…."
"I wasn't playing with him," she said, almost sighing. She was not paying attention to the warmth of her cheeks.
"It's not what I saw…."
In a fit of rage, Angeline slapped him.
Their eyes locked while still raised, her right hand in the air.
"I... I'm sorry. And regardless of what you think, I wasn't flirting with him. "She said softly. "Can I go home now?"
"Alright. Just give me fifteen minutes, and I will bring you home."
"Okay. And I'm sorry, it was not my intention to slap you. And I would like to thank you for today. I enjoyed some..." She said, mainly looking at her feet.
"The least I can do, to baby-sit you..."
She could not help smiling at that. Then she stood up on one foot and tried to balance herself. Jacob assisted her.
"Just let me be... I want to move around and get used to it..."
"That's good. In a couple of days, that will be okay but if it's swollen, visit a nearby clinic. I'm off to take a quick shower now..."
She nodded without looking at him. She was about to wear her clothes when someone was calling outside.
"Jacob..."
He came out with a towel he was holding up to his waistline. It looked like he had just finished taking a shower.
"Someone looking for me?"
"I think so..."
He was looking at her when they heard a loud knocking.
"Stay here," he said after putting on a white t-shirt. He opened the door while Angeline hurriedly finished dressing up. "Henry..."
"Can I talk to Angeline for a moment?"
Jacob looked back at her. She shook her head in answer.
"Angeline..." It was Henry's voice.
Jacob watched her quietly when she walked toward him. She waited till he got in.
"What do you want, Henry?" She asked in a distant tone.
"Hi, pretty face," the man smiled at her. "Can we talk?"
"Talk? Why?"
He was at a loss for words, looking at her like a little boy wanting chocolate.
"Look, I don't think we have something to talk about, Henry. And no, I'm not interested in you. Whatever gave you that idea is too far..."
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
She shrugged. "Can you leave now?"
"Why? So, you can be alone with him?"
"Something like that," she said with a sweet smile thinking of what she was trying to imply. "I was proposing to Jacob when you knocked. Good night, Henry..."
She made a quick entry and closed the door. Then she leaned her forehead against the door leaf.
"Proposing, indeed," said a voice that startled her. She turned around but ran into Jacob's stout body, standing before her.
She tried to grab him, losing his balance, but she fell with him.
"Oh..."
"Not again," he said in agony. "Are you alright?"
She raised her gaze from lying on his chest.
"Yes, I'm okay. Are you?"
He nodded, watching her.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were getting ready..."
"What, leaving you alone with him? I can't do that knowing how pretty drunk he is, and you're under my care..."
"Okay..." She looked at him with a grin on her mouth. But it slowly diminished as they stared at each other. Seemed to be aware of one another at that moment.
Then without a word, his hand reached for her long tangled hair and played it around with his index finger.
"I can't blame Henry for wanting you," he said. "With all this tangled hair, you look desirable..."
She swallowed at the way he looked at her. Especially when one of his hands crawled on her nape, pulling her closer, and he raised his head to meet her lips with a kiss.
Without hesitation, she returned the inquisitive kisses and fiery caresses to each other, resulting in the harmony of their lips. Jacob's caresses became bold. His hand went inside her t-shirt, which made her want more. Passionate kisses that enslaved them both became hotter and more demanding as they pulled off each other's clothes and their hands' movements were in haste.
Angeline arched against him when his mouth covered one of her breasts. She moaned with pleasure and desperately craved for something he could only fulfill. Her eyes closed when the man's desire heightened and moved to unite their bodies.
Angeline bit her lips to stifle any sound coming from her. That was the excruciating pain that shook her knees, but at the same time, a glorious sensation. But he stopped when he saw the pain on her face.
He claimed her lips in a breathtaking lingering kiss which made her toss under him and squirm with loud moaning, he was demanding and seeking her wanton response. They can't get enough of each other until they are both writhing with pleasure as he tried to enter her again.
She panted and groaned in torment and expressed fretfully, "Alex..." in her tiny voice, but it was like a bomb to his hearing.
Jacob froze. It was as if someone poured cold water on him. He tried to control his needs. Quietly, he stared at the young, beautiful face, the awakened desire reflected on her face.
He closed his eyes tightly for a second, then carefully rolled next to her. Followed by a sound of grunt escaping his lips. After a while, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in deep thoughts.
Angeline made a quick move and proceeded inside the bathroom. Her nausea did not escape his hearing.
Jacob shook his head as he got up. He put on his shorts again and pulled out a towel from his already open backpack. And he followed her to the bathroom.
Angeline quietly accepted the towel he handed her. It pressed against her nakedness while avoiding Jacob's gaze.
"No more drinking…" he said, catching her eyes. "When you're ready, I'll bring you home."
Angeline was alone. She was staring at her face in front of the mirror. She slowly caressed her lips with her index finger. The man's warm lips filled her mind.
She felt like a vegetable. She sat down on top of the toilet bowl and looked at the injured foot earlier. She was so shocked that her bloody foot didn't have any sign of a cut.
She was stunned for a long time, dilly-dallying about what to do.
"Angeline…"
"Y-yeah. I'll be out…." She said as she stood up. She opened the bathroom door but felt swirling and hit the floor unconscious.