Her second and third wish on the bucket list

Hash realized that he was picking up this girl's stream of thoughts. Her vision was bouncing all over the place like a curious kitten. He chuckled. She so damn cute. It's great that's she's no longer scared.

"Are you a debutante?" He moved closer and brushed her hair aside and hanged it on her ear.

"Yes," she replied, because that's what it says in the ballroom.

"Good." He rubbed her lips with his fingers, then he took her palms and planted his mouth on them.

"Why are you laughing, do you find me amusing?" She arched a brow at him and took her fists away.

He suppressed his laugh until it came out in a guffaw. Why does he think that someone threw this girl into his room with no clue of what she signed herself into?

"Come, join me for a drink." He picked up her right hand, which was too small and delicate for him to hold.

The royal pavilion reminded Isabel of the magic tent the Weasley family had in one of the Harry Potter series. It was impressive. The staff of the facility was true to their words that they waste no time fulfilling her requests.

"Tell me, why do you want to get drunk and wasted?" He ran his fingers over her sleek shoulders while asking.

It calmed her and made her crave to bite his abs that popped up. Comparable to a block of soft Cadburries.

"Right! we don't even know each other." Her eyes were like a scanning machine that traced his abdominal muscles.

"Dear lady, my name is Hashim Amasi The first. How can you not hear it when you joined the fair?"

What was he talking about? Was he in some kind of upper drug or something? Isabel just swung her skull. But no denying he was still a hunk.

What she requested was to be drunk, wasted, and the third wish on her bucket list, which was getting laid.

She assumed he too was a dying resident of Raven's Cove that has absurd wishes. His features were African or African American. She skipped his introduction and shifts her attention in the middle of the floor. Platters of fruits and dishes sat on a carpet with jars of booze.

"Yum." Her inhibition vanished in the thin air. She sat on the ground and started digging in. She poured wine into a cup and shoved it into her throat that he didn't have time to stop her.

"That's..." strong was what he would have said.

"Phew, I sipped fire! " She was about to pour some more in her cup when he stopped her.

"Uh uh, you can't have a tub in one go, this is not water." He snatches away the flask from her hand.

"Why not?" She furrowed the brows and widened her eyes.

Her swaying movements and slur speech were the sign of how fast-acting the wine was.

"What a bull crap regulation!" she squealed, placed a handful of purple grapes in her mouth.

Why would the resort set this wish list if she can't drink until she drops? She's dying anyway. Hash heard her thoughts. She was thinking of him, not Borrean earlier, so Hash made assumptions.

"Are you referring to Borres' laws?" surprised how advanced Borres in alcohol regulation. That totally made sense, it's good for Borres to have a regulation on alcohol consumption.

Maybe he will pass the same regulation in his kingdom as well.

"Give me another cup and I will tell." She raised her index finger and pouted her lips.

"No, half." Swung his head back and forth. He wanted to squeeze her face, which looked red, and her eyes drooped.

Isabel stared at him from head to toe. He can't be a staff, judging from what he was wearing. He was another patient with absurd, dying wishes, she repeated, eyes drooping.

"Are you Borrean?" Hash brows met in the middle. Did Borres already exist in this timeline? He didn't hear about it. He poured very little wine into her cup, but she didn't notice.

"Thanks! My roots are Borrean." She swallows the wine in one shot.

She fluttered her eyes on him, and her smile was so wide up to her ears. She came closer to him and flirts with him by softly touching his shoulders down to his abs.

Hash chuckles at what she was doing. Her seduction attempt was so sloppy and had no sensual equivalence.

"I've heard of interracial before, I was not expecting it, but," She giggles and puts both her palms on his chest.

"It's going to be fun." she continued, throwing her arms around his neck. Leaving this world was not a bad thing at all.

"Which world are you heading to?" But that's just a question in Hash's head.

She was so overwhelmed with alcohol that she was not aware that he didn't even speak. But she answered.

"I'm heading to your bed hihihi." Uncontrollable, as if somebody tickled her.

Convinced that what she just said was funny. She tiptoed and reached for his lips with hers. Before she came to touch his lips, she passed out.

Staring at the lady in his arms. Hash scanned her face. Her narrow and slanted eyes were adorable. Her make-up was too much, but she still looked cute.

He was wondering what business Borres had with Novalia. Why did they send contestants, he didn't even know that Borres existed? He carried and placed her on the divan. She fits perfectly with its size.

"Permission to enter, your highness!" Hash recognized one of his trusted assassin's voice

He didn't want to talk to anyone right now. He preferred to attend to this lovely lady's desirable body tonight.

"No, let's meet in the conference room." It's a twenty-first-century term he would like to use.

"Yes, your majesty." The soldier saluted outside, even without him looking.

He looked back at his newfound pet and was very hesitant to leave her. Her red lips pouted and her painted lashes were very enticing. Had it not for his ambition, he would take her right away. He kissed her on the lips and smiled.

"Sleep tight, deary." Then he left to meet his informant.

Isabel woke up shivering, she's not in Hash's tent anymore. The wind from the ocean, although from the tropics, was still cold. She didn't wear a wristwatch, and her walkie-talkie was in her house. The oil lamp has all exhausted and the only light left was from the palm trees outside.

Did she really get wasted with a couple glasses of margaritas? She shakes her head in disbelief, found herself in the old shack she got into last night. She gathered herself up and rushed to her hut.

Did she spend her entire night dreaming in that old shack? On her bedside table clock, it said half-past four. But it was a lovely dream. She smiled, cleaned herself. She was just disappointed that she didn't get laid by his literal dream guy named Hashim.

Was it really a just dream? It felt too real she was a little disappointed. But imagined his muscular chest touching her body while showering. Smiled at her naughtiness, she could make a novel out of her dream. It was too vivid and fantastic. She puts on her dress and went to bed and hoping to dream like that again.