Chapter 2:
His pace aloft is quite unsteady and erring .Still and all, he managed to correct his blunder of flying back to their family home. Had it not, his tipsiness would have probably been flushed by his mother's henpeck. In a bleary sight, he simpers as he sees the glazing two towers of his new residence. Catching his aching, head he trudges the staircase leading to his bed room not minding to check if his main door was locked.
"It would be their worst fortune to perpetrate the Saiyan prince's curb." He thought of the possible burglars lurking around.
At the same time…
She looks at her bed side table.
"it's already 11:30 pm.I am certain that they are already in deep slumber."
Then she leaps out of her bed and pulls something underneath. She first secured that her bedroom door is locked before shoving her bedroom window open. Using all her might, she lifts her tightly-packed valise and threw it outside. The slight crunching of the sand made her twitched. Then with a glutted back pack, she hops her way out. Her hand docks in her pocket and POOF! Releasing something.
Shortly, a roar of ascending triumph repercussed inside the one-way ticket submarine.
She peers through the window and gasps in astonishment; couldn't believe that her bf could afford such a unit in an upscale condominium. She gazed repeatedly the address on the notepad she was holding fearing her eyes might be fooling her but not.
"Here we are,maam." The cab driver snaps her.
"Ah..errm..is this really 'His Majesty's Throne'? she asks wanting a reassurance.
"Yes,maam," he briskly responds. I have been dropping there since it opened and have been frequented by beautiful young ladies like you.I wage your sugar daddy is so rich that he can afford to buy one in such a ritzy condo. But I also wonder if its cost is as precious as your know you are fresh, pretty and-
THUD!
"Be grateful you SCUMBAG! I would have mauled you if I willed!" she bawled angrily.
"Whoa! You first class leech stop pretexting to be pure. I knew your specie WAD-of-Money equals bed! He rebounds insolently.
Rage rushes quickly in her vein. She shouts,"I –AM-NOT-KIND-OF-A-WOMAN. GO TO HELL!"
But she has just turned her back when he screams for her fare. Roughly, she threw her money on his face before storming into the vicinity.
"May we know what your business with him, maam?" the receptionist politely asked.
She paused. Business? he doesn't even know that she already has notion of his whereabouts. Moreover, that she is planning to lodge with him for uncertain days or weeks.
"I am his girlfriend, and just a few hours shy is his birthday, so I am planning to surprise him." She replied all smile clasping that it would be the most believable alibi.
She silently rejoiced when she finally made her sign on the visitors' logbook.
"His unit is located at 52nd floor room 500."
"Ok,Thanks!"
While at the elevator,she ponders:
"Fortunately , he moves into another place and my parents would never suspect that here is his new residence, however, I must confront him on why he has kept it a secret on the first place? Had I not bribed his former girl Friday I would never discover, and besides how did he manage to luxuriate in an expensive hull?"
Many disparaging thoughts nags her what if he doesn't love her anymore?What if he is already bored with her? what if he has gotten someone new? Or worst, a sugar mommy maybe?
Her scowl intensifies after each every thought.
Now, she is finally at his doorstep, puzzingly, an edge feeling creeps in her. Nevertheless, she shrugs it off immediately. Her finger was already in mid-air hitting the button when she heard muffled voices. They sounded as if they are in the middle of late night frolics.
"Well, I ought to know." She thought grimly.
And before her, the door swung open revealing half-naked men that are both only censored by boxers. The one is inside the other's arm while leaning passionately on his chest. Anyone could easily perceive that they are not only close friends but intimate lovers!
"Y-y-you-youre g-g-gay? She choked tears welling up her blue eyes.
"Marron,I am sorry I have been cowered to tell -MARRON!MARRON!"
She sprinted across the corridor as fast as she could while tears streaming her cheeks. Finding for a place to hide in, she spotted a closed door, and as if beckoning her, she twisted the doorknob and entered.
She is trespassing –Yes- and anytime the owner would kicked her out or worst would wrongly ascribes her as burglar. But she doesn't care, all she wants to do is to exude her derangement through the gloomy moonlight transfixing the balcony's glaze entrance. Ultimately, she found a space to accommodate her exhausted body. She pent-out her emotions in a restrained whimpers, but as she is both tired physically and emotionally, soon whisked to sleep.