It was a day, unusually cold and stormy. Friday's here, Chris thought as he reluctantly got up from the bed in his hotel room. It wasn't a happy day — quite the opposite. It was a funeral. Not just a funeral, it was his mum's. She was only 50 when he lost her to cancer two weeks ago. He was finally getting ready for the final rites.
He was your typical Asian-African — well, if you could call it typical. He was a work of art, his muscles well-toned, standing at a comfortable 6ft with lush black hair. He was picture-perfect, well except for the bags around his eyes. He hadn't had much sleep recently. Between taking care of his mum and work, the last three years had taken the life out of his eyes.
Today was probably the worst day of his life, he thought as the coffin left the ambulance heading towards the grave. He could hear his heartbreak every time the sand hit the coffin. This was the day his heart died.
It had been a couple of months since that Friday. The mourning period had technically ended.
His friends had been trying to get him to go out for what felt like forever, but he wasn't up for it till now. He shook his head, his heart still clouded. He didn't really want to go, but he was sure if he turned them down they would tie him up and throw him in a truck.
Yeah, he was going, but did he really have a choice?
He sighed as he got ready to go out.
How the fuck do people party on a Monday? It's a friggin Monday.
Chris got out of his car and entered the building. It was a medium-sized hall. None of his friends were there yet.
He started to think he was at the wrong place, so he called David, one of his friends.
"Traffic. We're on our way, just chill," Dave said.
Chris wasn't really your typical party person, so he went up to the bar and asked for a martini on the rocks. Dave said chill, so he was going to do just that till they came. In his head, he gave them thirty minutes.
Chris was deep in thought and didn't notice the petite figure in his way. He almost hit her.
"Sorry," he said, gliding past her and heading to the seat he chose.
Ten minutes later, his friends came. Then they finally told him what all the fuss was about.
It was a surprise birthday party.
Chris wasn't in the mood for all the shenanigans and was about to head out before someone approached them.
It was a girl.
A lady walked up to them and demanded an apology.
Dave frowned.
"For why? Do I know you?"
She proceeded to narrate how Chris had almost made her fall with the cake she was there to deliver, and she wasn't leaving till she got that apology.
Her eyes were amber-brown, very clear and determined. Her figure was perfect.
34D cup, he guessed.
He immediately berated himself.
It's been too long. Where is my self-control?
He invited her to stay till the end, but she said she had work tomorrow.
Well, it was a Monday.
Tuesday morning, Chris was about to head to the office. He didn't have to, but he made it a habit never to miss work even though the business was family-owned.
He got to the office. The day was usual: documentation, mails, signatures. But he had her earnest eyes stuck on his mind, so he decided to find her.
After a few calls, he managed to get her number. She was a friend of Dave's.
After work, he called her. He didn't even know her name, so he practiced his opening line.
"Hello, I am the person from yesterday," he said.
"The one you demanded an apology from?" she replied.
"Oh, Mister Nice Hair and Tall Frame."
What? Chris thought.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Anna."
After a short talk, they decided to meet. So they did — six times before she was comfortable enough to come along more often.
It had been six weeks since they met.
After all these weeks, Chris had come to know that he wanted her. He could see the green light. He knew she wanted him, so today he decided to act.
During dinner, he asked her, "What do you want?"
She thought he was asking about the order, but no, that wasn't what he meant.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You," he said before leaning over the table and landing a kiss with practiced motions.
He kissed her like it wasn't the first time he had done so.
In a split second, it was over.
They continued dinner and decided to head home afterwards.
Chris asked if she would like to go to his place.
She said no, that he should take her home instead.
He did.
In front of the house, before getting down, she kissed him and asked him to come in for a drink before he left.
This was the first time he had been in her house. She seemed very artistic. A lot of paintings decorated the sitting room.
She got him some water and placed it on the frosted-glass center table before leaning in for another kiss.
This time it wasn't short.
They felt the heat of each other, their hearts racing and minds becoming blurry as she slowly ran her hands across his body through his clothes. She could feel him tense beneath her touch.
She slowly took off his clothes while he kissed her. She shuddered at his touch. It felt electric.
She made up her mind that she wasn't going to fall behind in this game of passion.
She explored his body with her hands before bringing him toward the room while he kissed her neck from behind. She could feel his warmth against her back.
The tension between them kept building, neither willing to stop.
Chris basked in the afterglow while kissing her neck. His lips trailed across her body, finding her sensitive spots and bringing her to places she didn't know existed.
Her moans became his only guide.
She wasn't fully in that room anymore. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses completely.
She wanted him now more than ever as she guided him closer, her body moving naturally with his.
Every movement felt deep, every breath heavy.
His hands never left her body as he held her close.
She was nearing another climax. This wasn't love — it was pure passion.
Her amber eyes seemed brighter despite the haze.
Even though her legs were failing her, she still wanted more.
"Chris," she whispered. "Come for me."
Chris had reached his limit. All other thoughts were banished from his mind, leaving only pure euphoria.
Afterwards, they laid there in the afterglow for a while before finally cleaning up and heading to bed together.
Anna was normal — or at least that was what she wanted.
She was a light-skinned cancer survivor. Her whole life had been a competition, a fight, a struggle. Living had been her goal.
She was diagnosed with leukemia and couldn't work for many years of her life. Normal was what she always wanted, but the scars from the battles she fought always reminded her she wasn't.
The fight was part of her now. It was her personality. It was her fire.
Her parents were doing great financially, but she wanted the struggle for herself. She wanted to make her own money and live her own life.
She got up from bed at 5 like she had done all her life, but something felt different this morning.
Something felt off.
Still, she shook herself out of it and welcomed the new day.
She stood before the mirror, looking at herself.
Today I am going to win.
Her reflection looked determined. Her bone structure was so perfect it almost seemed unreal, her skin smooth like silk. She was neither fat nor thin. She was your avid fitness addict, carrying only the weight where it suited her best.
Her shape was something she worked for. Something she conquered.
After taking her bath, she went back to lie down.
After a short while, Chris finally woke up.
There was no rush, he thought as he sat up, his head replaying scenes from the previous night.
It was probably just what he needed.
He felt upbeat from the afterglow, like a drunk cat humming its favourite tune as he headed to freshen up.
He walked out of the bathroom half-naked.
"Shit," he muttered to himself. "I don't have any fresh clothes to wear."
Not much could be said about the clothes he had worn just a few hours ago.
"I'll just order something," he mused, "along with breakfast."
Anna looked at him.
"What about your clothes?"
"Well, I can't wear those again," he said. "They're gone. A new set will be here soon. Do you have like a hoodie I could use?"
Anna laughed.
"No, Chris. You're like twice my size. I don't have anything that extra."
"I'm going to make breakfast. You want anything?"
"Maybe. What's for breakfast?" he asked with a slight smirk.
"French toast and some bacon and eggs."
"Sounds lovely. I'm in."
---
Chris's POV
Oh shit. Hope she's comfortable. Should I offer to make breakfast? No, I don't even have clothes on. Okay, I'm asking if she has a pair that could fit.
"No, Chris, I don't."
What was I thinking? Calm down. Isn't your first time. Chill. Relax. Breathe.
Kinda hungry too. Hope she offers breakfast.
The clothes arrived while she was in the kitchen, so he went to pick them up.
This will do, he thought to himself as he got dressed in the room.
Chris came out looking nice in black jean pants and an ash shirt. They still had that new-clothes smell, but you could barely notice it over the fragrance of the soap.
Even though they had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, this was the longest period they had spent together.
In no time at all, she was done in the kitchen.
Breakfast was ready.
They ate on the couch while watching TV, lounging around without saying too much, just enjoying the quiet and each other's company.
"I skipped work for today," he said with a smirk. "Not a big deal. Today was fun."
She nodded in agreement.
"We should do this often," she commented.
"But I need to prep and check on the shop, so I'll be leaving soon."
"But it's almost 3pm," he argued. "They can handle it. No need. Just stay."
"I got some special requests to handle. I'm just checking in, not going to stay too long. A couple of hours at most."
"You could wait here if you don't have plans."
"Never mind. I'll go to the office too, just to check on them," he said. "I don't know what they'll do without me."
He said it sheepishly.
Crazy way for a relationship to start, but crazy was exactly what Chris and Anna needed.
A few weeks went by. Routine dates. It was like living the dream.
His friends noticed the glee every time he was on a call.
"It will end in tears," they joked.
He paid no heed.
His friends insisted on meeting her — maybe through a quadruple date of some form — but Chris never indulged them.
Was he scared to show her off? Didn't he trust her?
No.
None of those things.
It was more like she was a jewel of immeasurable value, something he didn't want to share.
Plus, he didn't really trust the incubus-in-human-flesh friends he had.
Finally, after much nagging, he agreed.
A date was set for all his friends, so long as they brought their own partners.
It wasn't a large affair. He rented out the 8:40 restaurant for a couple of hours.
Chris's friends were punctual, getting to the 8:40 right on time. It was clear they cared about their friend.
Dave, Darcy, and Kenny — toned bodies, beautiful faces — looked like Black BTS gentlemen. Everything from their manner of speech to their etiquette seemed rehearsed.
The date was joyful. Chuckles filled the atmosphere. You'd think they were normal people without worries or problems.
But things are never as they seem.
In reality, these boys were children of the elite, the crème de la crème of society. Their pIt was a day, unusually cold and stormy. Friday's here, Chris thought as he reluctantly got up from the bed in his hotel room. It wasn't a happy day — quite the opposite. It was a funeral. Not just a funeral, it was his mum's. She was only 50 when he lost her to cancer two weeks ago. He was finally getting ready for the final rites.
He was your typical Asian-African — well, if you could call it typical. He was a work of art, his muscles well-toned, standing at a comfortable 6ft with lush black hair. He was picture-perfect, well except for the bags around his eyes. He hadn't had much sleep recently. Between taking care of his mum and work, the last three years had taken the life out of his eyes.
Today was probably the worst day of his life, he thought as the coffin left the ambulance heading towards the grave. He could hear his heartbreak every time the sand hit the coffin. This was the day his heart died.
It had been a couple of months since that Friday. The mourning period had technically ended.
His friends had been trying to get him to go out for what felt like forever, but he wasn't up for it till now. He shook his head, his heart still clouded. He didn't really want to go, but he was sure if he turned them down they would tie him up and throw him in a truck.
Yeah, he was going, but did he really have a choice?
He sighed as he got ready to go out.
How the fuck do people party on a Monday? It's a friggin Monday.
Chris got out of his car and entered the building. It was a medium-sized hall. None of his friends were there yet.
He started to think he was at the wrong place, so he called David, one of his friends.
"Traffic. We're on our way, just chill," Dave said.
Chris wasn't really your typical party person, so he went up to the bar and asked for a martini on the rocks. Dave said chill, so he was going to do just that till they came. In his head, he gave them thirty minutes.
Chris was deep in thought and didn't notice the petite figure in his way. He almost hit her.
"Sorry," he said, gliding past her and heading to the seat he chose.
Ten minutes later, his friends came. Then they finally told him what all the fuss was about.
It was a surprise birthday party.
Chris wasn't in the mood for all the shenanigans and was about to head out before someone approached them.
It was a girl.
A lady walked up to them and demanded an apology.
Dave frowned.
"For why? Do I know you?"
She proceeded to narrate how Chris had almost made her fall with the cake she was there to deliver, and she wasn't leaving till she got that apology.
Her eyes were amber-brown, very clear and determined. Her figure was perfect.
34D cup, he guessed.
He immediately berated himself.
It's been too long. Where is my self-control?
He invited her to stay till the end, but she said she had work tomorrow.
Well, it was a Monday.
Tuesday morning, Chris was about to head to the office. He didn't have to, but he made it a habit never to miss work even though the business was family-owned.
He got to the office. The day was usual: documentation, mails, signatures. But he had her earnest eyes stuck on his mind, so he decided to find her.
After a few calls, he managed to get her number. She was a friend of Dave's.
After work, he called her. He didn't even know her name, so he practiced his opening line.
"Hello, I am the person from yesterday," he said.
"The one you demanded an apology from?" she replied.
"Oh, Mister Nice Hair and Tall Frame."
What? Chris thought.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Anna."
After a short talk, they decided to meet. So they did — six times before she was comfortable enough to come along more often.
It had been six weeks since they met.
After all these weeks, Chris had come to know that he wanted her. He could see the green light. He knew she wanted him, so today he decided to act.
During dinner, he asked her, "What do you want?"
She thought he was asking about the order, but no, that wasn't what he meant.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You," he said before leaning over the table and landing a kiss with practiced motions.
He kissed her like it wasn't the first time he had done so.
In a split second, it was over.
They continued dinner and decided to head home afterwards.
Chris asked if she would like to go to his place.
She said no, that he should take her home instead.
He did.
In front of the house, before getting down, she kissed him and asked him to come in for a drink before he left.
This was the first time he had been in her house. She seemed very artistic. A lot of paintings decorated the sitting room.
She got him some water and placed it on the frosted-glass center table before leaning in for another kiss.
This time it wasn't short.
They felt the heat of each other, their hearts racing and minds becoming blurry as she slowly ran her hands across his body through his clothes. She could feel him tense beneath her touch.
She slowly took off his clothes while he kissed her. She shuddered at his touch. It felt electric.
She made up her mind that she wasn't going to fall behind in this game of passion.
She explored his body with her hands before bringing him toward the room while he kissed her neck from behind. She could feel his warmth against her back.
The tension between them kept building, neither willing to stop.
Chris basked in the afterglow while kissing her neck. His lips trailed across her body, finding her sensitive spots and bringing her to places she didn't know existed.
Her moans became his only guide.
She wasn't fully in that room anymore. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses completely.
She wanted him now more than ever as she guided him closer, her body moving naturally with his.
Every movement felt deep, every breath heavy.
His hands never left her body as he held her close.
She was nearing another climax. This wasn't love — it was pure passion.
Her amber eyes seemed brighter despite the haze.
Even though her legs were failing her, she still wanted more.
"Chris," she whispered. "Come for me."
Chris had reached his limit. All other thoughts were banished from his mind, leaving only pure euphoria.
Afterwards, they laid there in the afterglow for a while before finally cleaning up and heading to bed together.
Anna was normal — or at least that was what she wanted.
She was a light-skinned cancer survivor. Her whole life had been a competition, a fight, a struggle. Living had been her goal.
She was diagnosed with leukemia and couldn't work for many years of her life. Normal was what she always wanted, but the scars from the battles she fought always reminded her she wasn't.
The fight was part of her now. It was her personality. It was her fire.
Her parents were doing great financially, but she wanted the struggle for herself. She wanted to make her own money and live her own life.
She got up from bed at 5 like she had done all her life, but something felt different this morning.
Something felt off.
Still, she shook herself out of it and welcomed the new day.
She stood before the mirror, looking at herself.
Today I am going to win.
Her reflection looked determined. Her bone structure was so perfect it almost seemed unreal, her skin smooth like silk. She was neither fat nor thin. She was your avid fitness addict, carrying only the weight where it suited her best.
Her shape was something she worked for. Something she conquered.
After taking her bath, she went back to lie down.
After a short while, Chris finally woke up.
There was no rush, he thought as he sat up, his head replaying scenes from the previous night.
It was probably just what he needed.
He felt upbeat from the afterglow, like a drunk cat humming its favourite tune as he headed to freshen up.
He walked out of the bathroom half-naked.
"Shit," he muttered to himself. "I don't have any fresh clothes to wear."
Not much could be said about the clothes he had worn just a few hours ago.
"I'll just order something," he mused, "along with breakfast."
Anna looked at him.
"What about your clothes?"
"Well, I can't wear those again," he said. "They're gone. A new set will be here soon. Do you have like a hoodie I could use?"
Anna laughed.
"No, Chris. You're like twice my size. I don't have anything that extra."
"I'm going to make breakfast. You want anything?"
"Maybe. What's for breakfast?" he asked with a slight smirk.
"French toast and some bacon and eggs."
"Sounds lovely. I'm in."
---
Chris's POV
Oh shit. Hope she's comfortable. Should I offer to make breakfast? No, I don't even have clothes on. Okay, I'm asking if she has a pair that could fit.
"No, Chris, I don't."
What was I thinking? Calm down. Isn't your first time. Chill. Relax. Breathe.
Kinda hungry too. Hope she offers breakfast.
The clothes arrived while she was in the kitchen, so he went to pick them up.
This will do, he thought to himself as he got dressed in the room.
Chris came out looking nice in black jean pants and an ash shirt. They still had that new-clothes smell, but you could barely notice it over the fragrance of the soap.
Even though they had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, this was the longest period they had spent together.
In no time at all, she was done in the kitchen.
Breakfast was ready.
They ate on the couch while watching TV, lounging around without saying too much, just enjoying the quiet and each other's company.
"I skipped work for today," he said with a smirk. "Not a big deal. Today was fun."
She nodded in agreement.
"We should do this often," she commented.
"But I need to prep and check on the shop, so I'll be leaving soon."
"But it's almost 3pm," he argued. "They can handle it. No need. Just stay."
"I got some special requests to handle. I'm just checking in, not going to stay too long. A couple of hours at most."
"You could wait here if you don't have plans."
"Never mind. I'll go to the office too, just to check on them," he said. "I don't know what they'll do without me."
He said it sheepishly.
Crazy way for a relationship to start, but crazy was exactly what Chris and Anna needed.
A few weeks went by. Routine dates. It was like living the dream.
His friends noticed the glee every time he was on a call.
"It will end in tears," they joked.
He paid no heed.
His friends insisted on meeting her — maybe through a quadruple date of some form — but Chris never indulged them.
Was he scared to show her off? Didn't he trust her?
No.
None of those things.
It was more like she was a jewel of immeasurable value, something he didn't want to share.
Plus, he didn't really trust the incubus-in-human-flesh friends he had.
Finally, after much nagging, he agreed.
A date was set for all his friends, so long as they brought their own partners.
It wasn't a large affair. He rented out the 8:40 restaurant for a couple of hours.
Chris's friends were punctual, getting to the 8:40 right on time. It was clear they cared about their friend.
Dave, Darcy, and Kenny — toned bodies, beautiful faces — looked like Black BTS gentlemen. Everything from their manner of speech to their etiquette seemed rehearsed.
The date was joyful. Chuckles filled the atmosphere. You'd think they were normal people without worries or problems.
But things are never as they seem.
In reality, these boys were children of the elite, the crème de la crème of society. Their parents controlled the country.
So far from normal.
It wasn't something they were proud of or advertised, but it came with a certain kind of demeanor — a certain way of being.
They were different.
Their parents probably had marriage plans for all of them from before they were born.arents controlled the country.
So far from normal.
It wasn't something they were proud of or advertised, but it came with a certain kind of demeanor — a certain way of being.
They were different.
Their parents probably had marriage plans for all of them from before they were born.