Rebellious Love

Rebellious 04

Shameful. That was the word I could ever come up with to describe that wild night with a complete stranger. It was hot, alright. I admit that I enjoyed every second that I spent with him. But imagine my embarrassment when he learned that it was my first time. I mean, I have always known that guys hate virgins! They say, they get clingy but I am not one of them. But even after learning that I had no experience prior to the deed, he didn't stop. He was too hard to stop pumping, he went on until we reached our release.

But after that, he seemed disappointed. It was as if fücking a virgin like me was problematic.

"Are you leaving?"

My attempt to leave in silence crashed when he woke right after I got dressed.

I looked at him. He was staring right into me and the idea of him— watching me popped into my mind. He doesn't seem like he just woke up, though. Maybe he has been observing me while I was getting dressed. But I didn't think about that anymore. I ignored it and stared at him blankly.

"Yeah," I simply answered.

"Just that?"

My forehead ceased. "Is there any reason to stay?"

He shrugged. "You were a virgin. Yet you didn't even ask for anything."

"Like?"

"Cuddles, kisses, and the likes. You know, being clingy. Virgins are like that. I think you are no exception."

Hell. If only I didn't lose consciousness last night, I could have left right after doing it with him. Like him, I don't want to form a connection with him just because it was my first time. I was a virgin but I clearly know where I got myself into. I wouldn't dare to ask those types of clinginess when we are just mere strangers.

"No. I don't want that."

He chuckled. But I couldn't feel any amusement in his laugh. It was insulting, playful... and I just hate how he assumed me to beg for those intimate touches.

"Really? Won't you want to make it... a bit sentimental since it was your first time? Won't you tell me to take responsibility for taking your virginity?" he said playfully and with a hint of insult.

I shook my head. I went with him last night thinking of having a good time — good séx and he provided me with that. But I am not desperate. I just wanted to forget everything and I did, for a while. Thanks to this stranger.

"I just really wanted a good séx, nothing else. Cuddles?" I smiled at him sweetly. "No, thanks. I'm not desperate or pathetic for such things. I went here with you thinking of good séx—"

"And I provided you that, yes?" he said arrogantly.

Well, he's right. I won't deny that he was good at giving me pleasure.

Heck. I even fell asleep beside him and I'm not even sure if our skin touched while we were sleeping but I swear, I don't need a cuddle from someone whom I just used to forget my problem.

"I'm going. Thanks for last night," I bid goodbye.

I tried to be casual even though I really wanted to disappear like a bubble in front of him. I left the hotel room despite my body feeling a bit sore from last night. My insides were screaming, wishing I could have thrown an insulting word toward him but I couldn't take the insult I've seen in his eyes. Does he think he's superior just because he provided me good séx? Does that give him the right to mock me?

If he ever encountered a virgin girl who was desperate for his touch then, I'm not her. What does he take me for?

He is too arrogant. Does he think that all virgins will be desperate for him? Well, I guess I have proven him wrong. When I finally left the building, I saw my driver and even the bodyguard waiting outside. The hotel is just near the club where I was. They might have seen my car parked at the bar and chosen to look around and now that they have found me, they seem prepared that I might run away again but I didn't. When they open the car for me, I went inside, instructing them to bring me home.

Tired, I didn't speak anymore. I closed my eyes tightly and leaned on the backseat of the car. I still haven't gotten over what happened last night. It was something that should have happened. But it already happened.

What else can I do? I wouldn't feel this way— if that guy isn't just too arrogant. I felt like I picked the wrong guy to celebrate my bachelorette party.

Even when I got home, I thought about nothing but that. I want to believe that it was all just a nightmare. But who am I fooling? One small move and I can feel the slight tingle on my thighs, strained from last night.

I can't be wrong.

I'd like to think that was fun. I enjoyed it anyway. I played around before, without the intercourse and I can say that last night was better than all those playful flings I've had before. It was fun, wild, and enjoyable, and it turned out to be better than I had expected. My only mistake is that I chose the wrong man to give my virginity to. Every time I remember our conversation, I feel ashamed and irritated! He's not that typical guy from books.

Definitely not a prince!

Prince? I laughed silently. He's far from being one. No matter how good the night we shared, I still remember the smug look on his face, his annoyance, his annoying remarks, and the disappointment when he realized I was a virgin. Those are what lingered in me and it wouldn't weigh the good séx he has provided me last night.

The stranger, being annoying is what I will always remember.

"Miss Lily?" the housekeeper called from outside my room.

My head is still aching from the hangover. I haven't even recovered yet but later it looks like my head will hurt again because of our guest.

When I went home earlier morning, I slept after cursing that guy in my head. When I climb downstairs, Mama will surely lecture me about what I did. Especially, Papa, he will probably scold me.

But that was not the case when I went down to have lunch with the two of them.

"We have a guest later. He will dine with us for dinner so, better get yourself ready, Lily. Dress up and be beautiful," said Mama while we were eating.

I could barely swallow what I was eating even though it wasn't hard because of our conversation. I didn't answer. I want to go upstairs and just lock myself in the room and sleep. My nausea is still more dominant now and I still feel nauseous. I'm going to pass out if Mama keeps reminding me about that man.

Rayver Clemente.

Even his name tasted so bitter on my tongue.

I just want to escape again and never bother of going back.

"Can we postpone it, Ma? Maybe we can move it tomorrow at lunchtime? My head is throbbing and I don't really feel good. I might act up in front of that man," I said, can't even bring myself to say his name loudly.

She and Papa looked at each other. It's a miracle they didn't scold me. They must be thinking that last night was my last day to be free so, they just let it slide now. If it took place before this marriage, Papa could have ground me again. But this time, since he already came up with an absurd bandaid solution, he won't have to worry about me doing it again.

Well, I won't.

I agree that I do really have to clean my name.

"We can't do that," said Papa. "It has been decided, Lili. He will come later, then, you two can talk."

"I can't talk to him properly in this state, Dad. If you guys want things to turn out the way you want then, reschedule it for tomorrow. Just not today, Dad. I'm not feeling it."

I looked at my mother. She seemed convinced but my father just had no heart.

"Well, that is possible. But that would mess up with his schedule," said Mama who poured water into Papa's glass. "But it's Lili. She's right. She needs to rest. She hasn't even slept well yet."

I nodded. At least, my mother is with me regarding my request to let me rest for today.

"You want me to look beautiful so, let me have this day. I think this wouldn't be too much to ask. He needs to comply with his fiancée's little request to rest."

It's not too much! Papa didn't want to but he had no choice anymore when I insisted even more. Maybe he's afraid that I might lose my mind if that man comes to the house later. Well, I wouldn't really care about making a scene.

"Alright. Just don't try to escape again, Lili."

I had planned to. I wanted to run away again but I realized that there was nothing I could do. I need to follow Papa's wishes. It's for my own sake, too. It won't take long.

Also, news fades quickly.

I know this marriage won't last long either. Filing an annulment after this one should be easy.

I shouldn't think too much.

Marrying him would clear my name. Marrying me benefits him, too. I'm sure, my father offered him something that made him agree to this.

It's impossible for him to get anything out of this marriage, right?

"I will not run away," were my words that seemed too impossible for my parents to believe.

Sighing, I let out a deep sigh as I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm going to meet him tomorrow and I don't know what to say to him.

But that Rayver Clemente should know his place. He knows the deal here. He shouldn't be too ambitious just because he is marrying a Madrigal.

He should still know where he belong.