Chapter 9

"I'm going to grab some clean clothes, be back in a minute."

How I wish he came to sleep beside me just as how he is right now. But then I can't ask for too much, can I?

Within minutes he comes back in shorts and a T-shirt both white. The more he steps closer the more I can smell his perfume, making my head spin. Did he have to wear perfume now? He sits closer to me and my head spins even faster.

"Are you okay?" I guess he notices.

"Did you wear perfume at this hour?"

"No! I didn't. And this shirt is clean."

"All I can smell is your perfume, which is nice but I'm kind of sensitive to smells." With that, he takes it off. How I love this sight. Breathtaking.

"Maybe I should shower again. The smell must be on my body already." I take the shirt and throw it in the corner of the room. "This should be enough. And I like what I am smelling right now."

He asks me 'what' with his eyes. "Your natural aroma," I answer him.

He gives small smile and lies next to me, I turn to his side so that our faces are against each other. The fact that we are here together right now feels somewhat so magical. The fact that we met under such circumstances feels like a curse.

Guys of this type are never there when you want to have a serious relationship. They say men are usually good at the talking stage, but he isn't like that. I mean, this isn't even a talking stage. I don't even what it is.

Of all men that I had to encounter, including my own husband, non of them treated me like this when I was in my worst state. Most of them took it as a mess that they didn't even want to see.

They covered their noses with their hands so they wouldn't have to smell it. But he did not. With how clean he is, I expected him to leave me just hanging. But he did everything. He made me feel like I was not going through this alone.

His eyes showed not only lust and innocence but also love, care and mercy. I know it is too early to make good compliments on him, but I wish he was the one I met with that day. The day I met Carlos, my husband. I wish he was the mistake that I made. Then, like those marriage contract stories, we would fall in love after some time of fighting and a lot of disagreement.

"What are you thinking?"

"How I wish I met you earlier?" I tell him what I think. Every little thought that is revolving around my head right now.

"How can you be so sure that I could be the right guy for you?"

"Because I have always felt lonely during these days. My husband thinks I'm disgusting. I had two other exes, one claimed if he stayed with me he would be horny so he will get hurt too. The other guy stayed with me during all this time but he would be so horny that he would ask me to just let him inside me, that it won't hurt or at least give him a blow job or something like that."

"What?! Possibly why men are called dogs. My little brother usually says even dogs can control their behaviours if taught. So what categories should these men be put into?" He thinks, trying his best not to show he feels pity for me.

"There was this one guy though. He was good. But he died,"

" Oh," Probably not knowing what to say, "I am sorry,"

"After him, I guess you are the only dog I met who can control it." I smile.

"Because?"

"Previously my eyes, and now my thighs can feel how hard you are."

"Forgot how my eyes stared at your bare self." He laughs. So now he isn't that innocent.

"I guess I'm that obvious. Well, this is not the first time that I have had to control this. Sometimes I'm on the stage and there it gets bigger and bigger and I just have to pretend like I am not seeing it. Once the cloud got loud just when it started growing up and I felt they were screaming because of me."

"Oh, my God!" That is something I have never seen before. I try my very best not to laugh so hard because of this shit of pain.

"But then that's one of the reasons why we exercise a lot. You can't have a one-night stand because... I mean, I'm not used to it and even if I was, I would have to stop for the sake of my career."

"Is that why you got so mad when you found out about my dirty little secret? That I would ruin your career?"

"That is something that came after, the first thing that I felt was a betrayal. Why make me happy when you know it can't last."

"Well, I'm... I'm sorry."

"Well I got myself into it, so I must deal with how I will handle the fact that I'm in love with the woman who is been married for five years." He holds me closer as my head is already on his bare chest.

I nod, "Wait what?" I try to look at him but his hand forces my head to be still and lie on his chest.

"That heart that is beating so fast right now, well... it is beating because of you. I don't know what will come of us after here but at least I want to spend the vacation with the woman whom I loved the first time I set my eyes on her."

My pain suddenly disappears. My heart, mind and soul all go numb at his words. I know I am always the tough one when it comes to us but then right here, right now, he has just spoken the toughest words showing the toughest decision that he has made. Loving someone who is a wife to someone let alone Carlos Von Skelensky, one of the most influential people Mexico has ever known.

His eyes are almost on every big city and now he wants to expand his sources to Korea, specifically Korean pop. Suddenly, my heart fears for him. Just recently I've come to be sure that he is an idol. People who can easily be ruined with just a single scandal, his life can be ruined. What will happen after here? What have I gotten this man into?

And my mother. The Worst of all.