BTW, I have not made any kind of profit in the making, publishing or posting of this story. This is purely for creative purposes.
PLOT: Playwright John Peter's vacation plans in paradise went sideways when the country went on Covid-19 lockdown. He feels a strong attraction for Aize Bonaventura who is on lockdown with him. What he feels for her crossed a new line. But his conscience is relentlessly hounding him for what he did. This story was inspired by the actor Pedro Pascal (Game of Thrones, Narcos, Mandalorian)
Warning: I use a lot of profanity for this story.
Note: If you wanna see Aize's charity evening clothes and what a Barong looks like go to Acer Wolfe's Pinterest under the same filename. I also changed the story picture above. Click the picture to enlarge. That's Aize's charity event clothes.
Chapter Song: The Only One- Lionel Richie
HIDING PLACE FROM HELL
CHAPTER 29
TO W.P.D.:
You couldn't give me a happily ever after that I longed for.
So, I became a writer.
~LK Pilgrim
"You look like someone I'd like to fuck right now."
John's heart skipped a few beats at seeing the one who entered the room. "Wow! You are so beautiful…you look like a fucking queen!"
Although it's a black tie event and women were supposed to wear a long dress or a gown Aize opted for her own style. Her top is a modernized and feminized version of the traditional formal shirt worn by Filipino men. The pale fabric is delicately hand embroidered high on the back and at the front. More embellishment stitching was also done to the strategic parts of the sleeves giving it a filigree look. Though gossamer thin the cloth is strong. Under the sheer cloth Aize wears a silk chemise for modesty. This kind of clothing is perfect for this country's hot weather while at the same time exude elegance.
"So…should I take it off, your majesty?" He made to pull the bow tie giving her a dark sensual look that he knows makes her hot, a brow raised. And for an amusing moment Aize paused as if really contemplating the offer, biting her dark tinted lips as her perfectly made up eyes rake his body from head to crotch.
If they were not off somewhere important tonight John is more than 100% sure they'd be having round after round of raunchy sex right at this very moment. Yeah, that's what's she's thinking; Aize blushed madly, fanning herself. John hopes she would never get over blushing. He loves that about her. "I wished you have gotten me the Barong." John groused. "It's so beautiful but I get to wear this…this monkey suit!"
Aize gave him a smile; he's been like that since he Googled what a 'barong' looked like. He loved it. Paolo has one as well but it's too late and too far to swing by and get it. Aize lifts a brow amazed that aside form a little looseness from the shoulder and the sleeves the suit fitted John well. He looked so handsome…no, not just handsome; he looks debonair. "Cross your fingers that we get invited to a wedding then you might get to wear one."
"A wedding?" John adjusts the dark jacket. "You know, I wanna wear one when I marry you." John smiles at her soft gasp. Aize looks up at him, open mouthed as he wraps his hands around her slim waist. "Hey, you okay?" He glides his finger on the underside of her soft smooth jaw.
"Oh yeah, I'm okay." As if weak Aize sits down on the bed. "I get blindsided by marriage proposals by hot guys every day. No biggie."
He crouched in front of her. "I'm serious."
"Really?"
"Really."
She whispers, trembling a little. "I'd like to fuck you right now but we'd be late."
"Too bad."
"Who knew a marriage proposal can make me horny."
John chuckles, standing up. "Come on. That top is too beautiful for me to wreck."
"Fuck the top." But Aize got up from the bed and smoothed the dark purple, almost black, wide-hemmed silk pants with a wide cummerbund belt. As she walks the in-seam slits in the wide almost skirt-like pants would display tantalizing peep of smooth slim legs. Diamonds twinkle in her ears and up in her hair. "Fuck Paolo's tux. I'll fuck you in it."
"Let's go." John said in a soothing voice and held out his hand. "Let's wreck it after your assignment. Good impression, remember?" John chuckles as Aize grumbles her resentment. "Is that Russian?"
"Klingon."
John's laughter echoes in the room as he shuts the door.
-o-o-o-
CHARITY EVENT:
Everything looks as what she expected when they arrive at the convention center. Aize scans the room at the guys placed strategically in the event hall. She personally handpicked each one of them for this special assignment.
The event organizers are busy at the reception desk following safety health protocols as mandated by the government. Aize slips John a small spray bottle filled with alcohol so he wouldn't have to use the ones placed in every corner of the room. She's not taking chances. She had done the same for her staff. Just like the event organizers they have been instructed earlier on the do's and don'ts of keeping safe during the pandemic.
After his invitation had been checked and his temperature scanned one of the ushers politely guides John to one of the large tables. Due to the current need for precaution, what used to seat seven to ten people are now only for four table settings.
John was not happy after looking at the name plates on the table, "Where the hell are you seated?"
"I'm seated there, near the exit."
"Oh, yeah?" His frown deepened. "I'm gonna fix that."
"You do that. I'm gonna work. See you later, liebling."
He pointed at her, head tilted, "German?"
"Oh! You're getting better!" Aize gave John a wink. "That's hot."
"Uh…excuse me. Are you… John Peters?"
They got wide-eyed at hearing John's name. "Yes? John turns around.
"It is you! I thought I was…" The man in the beige barong gushed. "Oh, this is an honor! I watched one of your plays three years ago!"
"Wow! That's awesome! You're Mr…?"
With a relieved smile Aize moves slowly away from John and his fan. It's great that while she is busy with her tasks and obligations for the organizers John wouldn't be left bored. It's a good thing too because one of the organizers is waving for her attention; time to work.
As John is considered a client of the agency she assigned one of the guards nearest to his table. She still keeps tabs on him from time to time as she goes about the room while the charity event program started.
Later, Aize couldn't help but smile after she spotted that her original seat was changed. John gave her a wink when she passed by the table.
"Aize, one moment." John clasps her hand and turned to the 'fan'. "Mr. Delgado, I'd like to introduce you to Aize Bonaventura."
"It's lovely to meet you, Miss Bonaventura. I heard that you're the one responsible for our security tonight."
"Aize, Mr. Ray Delgado is a theatre critic. He saw one of my plays three years ago."
"You should have watched it, Ms. Bonaventura. I had high praise for that play."
"Is that so? Then you would be excited to know that John has been working hard writing his next play."
"Really?"
"That's true." John shrugs, beaming up at Aize; her hand still clasped in his.
"I was planning to see your last production but this happened." The critic indicated the new reality of the pandemic.
Aize looks up towards one of her people. "Please excuse me. Work." She steps back as the earpiece crackled with a message one more time. "A pleasure to meet you." She left them with a charming wave.
John hurriedly caught up with her. "Aize, come back soon, okay?"
Her eyes smiled at him from behind the black face mask. "I will try. Just enjoy yourself."
John lightly held her hand, "I'd rather enjoy it with you."
"Same here. Don't worry. We're almost halfway in the program." There's another crackle from her ear. "So far things are okay so I can sit down with you for dinner. I've got to go." Aize returned the hand squeeze. At the exit door one of the guards gave her a polite bow and handed her a black phone.
"It's the captain, ma'am."
"Ben? Huh? I can't hear you. Wait." Before she went outside she caught John's eye, showed him the phone, and pointed outside.
Her heels echo softly on the dark marble floor. The hall is massive but this area is familiar to her; the convention center is also one of the agency's oldest clients. She would regularly visit here to check on her staff.
As she was passing by Aize spied some questionable movements in one of the dark niche of the convention hall. She stops, eyes narrowed, observing. "Oh, shit." she sighs. She was going to tell Ben to wait but their connection was terminated. Aize slid the phone in a pocket in her pants. One more thing….
"Psst!" Hands on hips, she called to get the man's attention.
The man looks around, frowning at the one who interrupts him, then the scowl was quickly replaced with a surprised smile when he saw Aize. "Wait for me, babe." He told her before he turned back to the waitress…she looks scared.
From behind Aize grabs and twists his left hand and her other hand clamped on his neck, nails digging. She swung him hard and slammed the man to the wall. The waitress muffled a surprised scream.
"Bitch, you broke my nose! Fuck you!"
"Good! That's the idea. Bill me."
"Aize?" John gapes at what he just saw, her heels hooked in his fingers. "What...?"
"Fucking bitch broke…" The man said in local then yelped again as Aize slammed him to the opposite wall. The other wall is smeared with blood.
"You're the bitch. Apologize to her. Now." she whispered to the man as she pushes his face more to the decorative coarse wall. She roughly pulled him off of it to face the waitress. "Yes?" she prompts him, the man yelps in pain at his twisted arm.
"I'm sorry…sorry! Sorry!"
Aize lets go as she swung him back to the wall. The man slumped.
"Go." Aize motioned to the wide-eyed waitress. The girl took Aize's hands and said something that sounded thankful. Before the waitress leaves she spat a string of profane phrases at the man.
"De Vera, it's me. Clean up at Hall 4 toilet room. Yes, I'm okay. Bring two other guys."
"Whooohoooo! Fucking hell!" John's holler echoes in the vast hall. "That was sooo badass!" Aize walks out of the narrow passageway nary a hair out of place in her elegant chignon. "Are you okay?"
"Awesome." She stops before him. "Are you okay?"
John leaned over to her ear, "You'll find out later how okay I am…"
"You're a beast." She whispered back, leaning to him.
"Wanna meet him later on?"
"What will he be wearing?" She ran a finger over the front of his tux.
"Lady, it's a secret."
"Ah! I can wring the truth out of you."
"Violence…violence…violence…" John hissed, eyes narrowed, clasping her hips tighter.
"That's not what you said the other night."
"Uh…ahem…ma'am?"
Aize and John turns to three black suited men behind her. "Over there." She pointed with her puckered lips. The men nodded then went to the dark hallway. John places Aize's heels on the floor and assists her in putting them on. Soon the guards came out with the bleeding perv between the two other guards. "Damn it. I'll have to make a report about that."
"Come here….come here…" John urgently tugs her hand and brings Aize to the direction of the charity hall but instead of going back in he took her to the right side where there's a pocket zen garden.
"What's going on?"
"Will you dance with me, Aize?" John held out a hand to her as the band began a song.
Aize gasped. "I… know that song."
"Yeah. I requested it for you."
"Really?"
"I'm not much of a singer and ironically I'm terrible at expressing my feelings but I'd like you to listen to the words, okay?" John tenderly wraps her in his arms and whispers the words in her ears. They stood there barely swaying to the song. Aize closed her eyes and rests her head on John's chest; the beat of his heart and the cadence of his voice so calming. "Aize, a love like yours is so very hard to find….I'm very sure there can only be you for me…. I need you more and more... you showed me what life was about….only you…you're the only one who stole my heart. Aize…." When she opens her misty eyes John moves back. Her jaw drops just as when John drops on one knee, her hands in his. "I don't have a ring to give you right now but…but…I want to ask for these beautiful hands and the badass woman who has them to marry me. Will you…."
"I will. I will marry you, John Peters. Come up here so I can fucking kiss you." She tugged him up and gave him a big smooch.
-o-o-o-
The Only One
Lionel Richie
Let me tell you now all what's on my mind
For a love like yours is, oh, so very hard to find
Looked inside myself now I'm very sure
There can only be you for me
I need you more and more...
You, turned me inside out
And you showed me what life was about
Only you
The only one that stole my heart away
I, wanna do all I can just to show you
Make you understand
Only you
The only one that stole my heart away
When you're in my arms
When I'm close to you
There's a magic in your touch that just comes shining through
Want you everyday
Want you every night
There can only be you for me
You make it seem so right
Oh, girl
Cause you turned me inside out
And you showed me what life was about
Only you
In my mind there's no other love
You're the only girl my heart and soul is thinking of
Only you, only me
There can never ever be another
That understands the way that I feel inside
Cause you turned me inside out…
=HPH=