A Boudoir Book for the Billionaire

Chapter 5

Thaz groaned and cussed when he woke with a hard-on the following noon. He rolled on the bed, burying his face on the white pillow.

It was dawn when he could finally sleep, as he had jet lag. Give or take, he would be fine in a few days if not a week. He decided he would buy some melatonin later to adjust easily. Besides, he needed to go to Dumaguete City to rent if not buy a car, so that he could go around the island easily, if he so wanted.

He thought of the woman in the boudoir book again, still confused on how that familiar woman ended up leaving it purposely—or not—on his doorstep. He debated with himself if he must call the number scribbled on the last page or not. What if she left it by mistake? She would perhaps call him a perv for checking the book that was not for him. But if he would say he checked and wanted to return it…

She’d still probably call me a perv for checking it.

Thaz cursed, remembering that he was indeed one. He did peruse the boudoir book once more before he went to sleep. And it could be the reason why he had that kind of dream. If he would think about it, he rarely had wet dreams.

He got up from the bed and decided to take a cold shower to soothe his raging boner. However, he ended up jacking off while thinking about the woman who filled his dreams with erotic images. He groaned when he reached the peak, and his jizz sprayed on the blue ceramic tiled bathroom floor, washed away by the water from the shower head.

He heaved and cussed, feeling guilty for what he had done.

I shouldn’t have perused her boudoir book. It wasn’t right.

But… that girl… He thought of the one that saved his life three years back. Does she know me? Does she remember me?

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Thaz opted to buy a car. He thought it was cheap, and he would stay on the island indefinitely anyway. He now found his hero in an unexpected circumstance. He was debating with himself if he would ask Leo to find out more information about her, while he was still thinking how to approach her and introduce himself, without appearing like a stalker or a perv for that matter. In the end, he thought to leave things the way they were.

He decided to go to a restobar, where there was a live band playing. He had not been to that place along the boulevard when he was on the island the first time. But now, he thought he would check it out.

He was on his way there when he noticed a stray dog crossing the street. He almost ran it over, if he was not fast enough to step on the brake. The dog ran away after glancing his way with its tongue hanging on the side of its open mouth. But then he realized that someone on a motorcycle bumped onto the back of the car as he felt the vehicle quaked.

“Oh, bollocks!” He peered at the rear view mirror and moved out of the car. He saw the twenty-something local guy who was not even wearing a helmet. The latter righted his black 150CC motorcycle, straddling it. “I’m so, so sorry for stopping abruptly. There was a dog that crossed the street. I was afraid to hit it. Are… Are you okay?” He was quite worried that the younger man was injured. “I think we need to go to the hospital. I’ll pay for all of it.”

“No, I’m okay. I jumped just before my motorcycle turned sideways.”

“Please, mate. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I-I hit your car.” The man looked uncomfortable. Some people that stood on the side of the street were already watching their scene.

Thaz shook his head and waved a hand. He did not even check if there was any scratch or a dent on his newly purchased vehicle.

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s just a car. I’m more worried about you. Come on, let’s get you to the hospital and have you checked up. And your scooter, I think it’s scratched. Wait.” He took his checkbook on the dashboard and scribbled a six-digit number in pesos. He tore the leaf and handed it to the lean guy. “Here. I wrote down the number I’m using on the back of the check in case you want to reach me. Please, it’s all I can do. I feel so bad that I stopped without checking my back.” He handed the check, seeing the man hesitate in taking it. He reached for his hand and put the check on it and folded his fingers. “I hope you’re fine, mate.”

“Thank you! You’re a good man. Not all foreigners are like you,” the brown-skinned guy commented with a tight smile.

“Oh!” He could only say at first and shrugged. “Well… people are just… people.”

The man nodded. “The truth is that I was afraid you’d ask me to compensate you for bumping into your car.”

It was when Thaz glanced at it. “Looks like the bumper took the hit, but it’s fine,” he said, pulling his mouth down. “Besides, it’s just a thing. The more important one here is you, if you’re fine.” He regarded the man with an average height, towering him.

“I think I’m good, thank you.” The Filipino nodded.

“All right. Just call me whenever you need anything,” he emphasized.

“Thank you for this, sir. It’s a big amount. I can use it to buy some medicines for my parents instead, among other things.”

“Well, I’m glad it’s a huge help, but take care.”

The man nodded, started his motorcycle and left.

Thaz just followed him with his eyes for some moments, raising a hand to the people on the street, and got into his car again. He drove on, blowing his face, relieved. He then thought of looking for the brown stray dog, but he could not find it anymore.

He gave up and went to the restobar instead, feeling hungry. It was already past eight in the evening. The orange streetlights gave illumination, among other lights in some establishments and houses. He noticed the ships’ lights at the dock were also on, with their lights reflected on the moving dark waters of the sea. The waves were gentle though.

The billionaire could hear the live band playing loudly at the open makeshift stage as he stepped out of the car, parking it just across the venue. He crossed the street, together with some other local people, who appeared to be young professionals, chatting lively. There were three girls and four guys.

His eyes quickly surveyed the place. It was almost full, both inside and outside the establishment. A local man in his mid-twenties wearing red shirt and black pants approached him, ushering him to a vacant table after asking if he was alone or not.

The vacant table was somewhere on the left side where it was dim. But it was a good site to watch the all-girl live band performing, and his heart jolted violently in his chest when he saw the singer’s face.

It’s her! My hero! Thaz’s mind shouted.