Chapter 4
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I couldn’t shake off Major’s words inside my head. Is he serious? He likes me? He’s got to be kidding! How would it be possible to like someone you just met? Someone you don’t even know better? I wouldn’t like someone I just met. No one can break into my wall that easily.
Before Cole and I started, I never thought I would fall in love with him. It was my first year in college when we both met. He was an irregular student because he’s an athlete. Nobody dared to talk to him because everyone was intimidated. But everyone knows that more than half of the female population in our block liked him. I wasn’t one of them, though. I didn’t like his aura. He’s cocky. He seems like a playboy. That kind of person who doesn’t have a direction in life.
But then we got partnered in one paperwork and I saw how serious he is with his studies. He was the total opposite of what I first thought he was. He is friendly and a gentleman. So it wasn’t hard for me to fall for him. He’s persistent and sweet. Every girl would fall for that.
But then I might be too immersed in his positive traits that I thought he will never hurt me. Well, I got the worst end of it all. I believed him so much that I failed to see some signs of his cheating tendencies. And to a girl that he dislikes, huh? Amazing guy. Really amazing, right?
“Good morning, Jean!” Major’s bright and excited tone welcomed me as I came down from my suite in the hotel that I am staying at.
I raised my brow while I stared at him from head to foot to see his outfit. Sleeveless blue shirt and a black board shorts. Damn. He was obviously flaunting his ripped biceps. I looked at him in the face and saw him smirking at me like I did something unholy to him.
“I know I’m handsome,” he said in the cockiest way possible.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Conceited brat,” I muttered under my breath as I walked past him.
I’m wearing a beach dress over my yellow one-piece bikini and my fedora hat. I wore my hair down so it was dancing with the wind when we reached the seashore.
“Are you not going to eat?” Major asked from behind me.
I sighed and looked at him. “What about you? Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked back.
He grinned widely. Annoying. “I will eat if you eat, too. I wanna eat with you, you know,” he said with a malicious grin on his lips. What the f**k is his problem?
I rolled my eyes and turned my back on him. It’s just eight in the morning. I want to walk by the shore first and inhale the morning breeze mixed with the saltiness of the ocean. I’ve always seen this in movies. I think and I know how relaxing it is to walk around the shore in the morning and by the sunset.
“Oh, so you wanna walk on the shore first? Sure. I’ll be with you, then.”
I raised my brow at him. “Don’t you have other things to do?” I asked because it seems like he has all the time to waste in the world.
He pursed his lips before shrugging. “Well, I’m here for vacation so I think I’m doing what I wanted to do.”
“Oh? Does that include pestering me?” I mocked.
He laughed. “I’m not trying to pester you, though. If you think I’m pestering you, then you’re wrong. I’m here because I wanna spend time with you.”
I scoffed at him. “Really?” Sarcasm is so evident in my voice.
He grinned. “Really.”
I laughed hard and shook my head. “Why don’t you spend time with other people? If I know, girls are lining up to be with you.” I nodded at the group of teenagers who have been giving us glances ever since he started to walk beside me. “Try them. It will be so easy for you.”
Major threw them a quick glance but looked back at me again. “Not my type,” he replied. “Asian is my type.”
I mockingly looked at him. “Not so sure about that, Major,” I said in a taunting voice.
He looked at me and smiled. I don’t understand why he’s always flashing that sweet smile at me. That is not how it’s supposed to be. I’m trying to piss him, you know? But he does not even bat an eyelash. He’s just too unfazed.
“Of course. You don’t believe me, Jean,” he said with an annoying emphasis on my name.
I c****d my head to the side and crossed my arms against my chest. “Why would I believe you anyway?” I shot.
He grinned. “Because I’m telling the truth?”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said in a quick reply. “I have been telling you since last night that I like you. I also even told you the reason but you still don’t believe me. What the hell, girl?” He chuckled.
I smirked. “You’re the one who said it. I am not like all the other girls you’ve met. You can’t fool me with your words, Major. I know your moves.”
“Oh, really?” Now he sounded amused.
“Really.”
He grinned. “Well then how about you try me, Jean?” he asked, much like a challenge.
I narrowed my eyes. “I won’t. Pain is all I will ever get from you. I’d rather save myself from the heartache. Thank you very much.”
He laughed. “Pain?” he asked. “If you’re a virgin, then, yes. But then it would lead to pleasure. That is the only kind of pain that I will ever let you feel. Don’t worry too much about it.”
My eyes widened with what he said. I was flustered and flabbergasted at the same time that I wasn’t even able to counter his words. Alright, he’s a playboy. He might have grown up in here that’s why it’s normal for him to speak about things like that. But damn…topics like that are awkward for me.
He smirked at me. That evil smirk. I hate it.
“What?” he asked. And after a moment, his face turned serious. “You’re a virgin.”
I clenched my jaw. “So what?” I asked back when I have collected my cool while trying so hard not to look away because that would mean I am affected by his words.
He looked at me in disbelief. His jaw almost dropped when he heard what I just told him. “H-how…”
I squinted my eyes at him. Is he serious? Where did this asshole grow up and why does it sound so huge of a revelation to know that I am still a virgin at my age? Are there no virgins at the age of 21 in America? Ugh!
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head like he’s trying to bring himself back to the words. “I’m just not used to meeting beautiful girls who are pure.” Pure, huh? “I mean, I’ve lived most of my life in the States so I am used to fourteen-year-old experts in bed.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. Did he think I want to know about that? He bit his lip and looked like he was scared and ashamed to look at me. “You had a boyfriend, right?” I wanted to scoff. Where is he getting all of his questions?
He gulped and looked at me sternly. “I couldn’t imagine how he kept you a virgin. If I were he, you won’t be able to walk for days.”
My eyes widened as I felt all of my blood rushing to my face. He’s clouding my innocent mind! When he said that, all I could think of was that photo of Cole with Jillian in bed. Damn it!
“And he cheated on you, right?” he asked again. “What an asshole!”
You’re one and the same. I wanted to tell him that but there’s something in the way he said that word that made my heart skip a beat. It was that feeling of being wanted and having more worth for someone that I just met than the man I have spent years with. I wouldn’t fall for that, though. Major still is a certified playboy for me.
We continued to walk along the beach. I shouldn’t think about him, right. Cole betrayed me. He cheated. I should stop thinking about him. That is what I am here for.
I looked at Major who’s walking beside me. I couldn’t help but notice his strong features. His jaw is perfectly chiseled. His arms are ripped. His body is perfectly toned. And he’s handsome. I wouldn’t deny that fact.
And the most important thing is, he flirts with me. If I wanted to get over Cole, I needed some distraction. A small summer fling in California wouldn’t hurt, right? Besides, I probably won’t see him again.
He raised his gaze at me. I stared back. I don’t even give a damn about what he thinks anymore. All I know is the opportunity is knocking so closely on my door. I’d probably hate how arrogant he is but maybe I could enjoy his company. He wouldn’t be that bad, would he?
“What?” he asked, seemingly confused.
I smiled making him narrow his eyes at me. Is it that bad to smile at him?
“What?” he asked again.
I laughed this time.
“What is it really?” he asked again, but now looking so frustrated.
I shook my head. Would it make him crazy if I just smiled at him all throughout the walk?
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re weird, Jean,” he commented.
I laughed out loud. To see his curious and frustrated face is such a sight. It’s like the playboy is being played. Only this time, I’m playing his game.
He didn’t stop probing me until we have finally decided to eat breakfast. I let him tag along because he wanted to. I was even with him during lunch and dinner. He was telling me a lot of places where we could go. He even promised to teach me how to surf. I said yes. I needed to make this vacation worthwhile, anyway.
“What’s a good drink here?” I asked while we were seated on the bar counter in a beachside club.
I looked at Major. He’s been wondering what’s wrong with me the whole day. I wasn’t being rude and difficult already. In fact, I was considerate. Even when he held my waist when we went out of the restaurant where we ate our dinner, I didn’t retaliate and just allowed him to do so.
“You should try their cocktail. You won’t get drunk with that.”
I nodded and ordered what he recommended. When I tasted it, my face contorted with the taste of the drink. Damn it! It’s so bitter!
“You’ll get used to that,” Major told me before sipping on his whiskey.
I smiled. “Can I taste that?” I asked.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “No. This is too strong for you,” he replied before putting it away from me.
I pouted and leaned closer to him. “Please?” I asked cutely. f**k. This is not me. I know that I will never act like this to him.
He pursed his lips and looked at me with a stern expression on his face. I couldn’t help but stare at his lips. They were wet because of the liquor he was drinking. I bit my lip and reached for his red lips, covering his with mine.
I can see how his eyes widened the moment our lips touched. I couldn’t deny it. It’s soft and they’re definitely kissable. He stilled for a moment.
I smirked. “Told you I want a taste,” I grinned before backing away from him leaving him stunned while staring at me. It took him a moment before everything had registered in his brain and he took a deep, long breath. I laughed when I heard him muttering curses under his breath. Damn.
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