The Blind Casanova Book 1

The Driver

Adam's Point of View

     I sighed as I looked at Naomi who was silent with her back facing me. When I slowly walked towards her, I saw she wasn't smiling while looking at the darkness.  We are currently staying in one of my parent's resthouse in Albay.  I just finished the car race I joined in Batangas and asked her to stay here before we came back to Manila.  That was the first local drag racing that I joined since I came back to the country. Just for fun.   I put on my boxer as I walked towards her naked form.  Naomi is a model and with her body as beautiful as what my eyes are admiring right now, it should be flaunted. But after two months, it will be mine. We decided to take another step and get married.  At the age of twenty-nine, I see no other solution to our non-stop fighting but to get married.  Within a couple of years, I feel secured having her around. I didn’t even bother to find another girl to play around.  She is educated and a sexy siren in bed. Not to add that I love her.

      I put my arms around her slim waist and slowly planted a kiss on her naked shoulder.  She didn't make any response.  She didn't bother to even look at me. I tried to ignore my irritation on her childishness. I am older by two years but she acted childishly.  I have met her at one of my racing gig in Tokyo. One of my racing buddies introduced her to me and I was hook with her innocence and alluring beauty. It added to my attraction that she is a Filipina and came from a well-to-do family. During that time, I was dating random girls around and never tried to go out with a constant date. It started from a simple lunch and dinner to her shopping spree. Of course, we always ended up on top of her bed. A steamy s****l affair became more permanent. We've been living together for a year.

        I tightened my embrace with her, trying to lighten the mood.  I could feel my arousal kicking in full attention now that I felt her nakedness. I bit on her soft skin. 

        "I am not kidding, Adam. I want you to quit racing once we are married," she said coldly. 

        I sighed when I realized her tantrums are still in effect.  We’ve been fighting about my racing from Batangas and all the way here.  I was trying not to lose my patience with her because this is our first time to be together again after my competition in Berlin.  I thought the time we spent far from each other would lessen our fighting but I guessed I was wrong. I didn't know why she wants me to quit racing when in fact, she met and loved me because of this profession. Naomi loved my way of life; the fame and the fast cars.

        "Can we talk it some other time?" I asked in a low voice.  I turned her towards me so our eyes will meet. I was asking for understanding.  But her expression didn't change.  She removed herself from my embrace and went to bed.  She slid into the comforter and turned her back to me.

        I gave a heavy sigh and tried not to flare my irritation.  I was getting tired quarrelling with her.  I decided to go to the mini-bar downstairs.  We are alone at the resthouse.  During the day, a hired-help comes to cook for us and clean the house.  My original plan is to stay at least three to five days. But, if we are going to be like this, well, it's better to leave earlier. As much as possible, I don't want to go back to Manila and see my father.  But, at this point in her mood, I would rather choose to see my father than to endure her nasty mood.  We are only two children in the family. My sister, Alyanna is older than me and living in Cebu where her husband has a business.  My father is a retired prosecutor and now spending time with my mother running our restaurant business.

        I finished the Aeronautical Engineering course.   When I didn't pass the board exam, I decided to continue my passion; car racing.  My name started to ring a bell in the said sport because of the professional competition that I joined abroad.   When I won the NDRT Full Throttle Need for Speed Southeast Division in Georgia,  I became an instant celebrity.  I had some tv appearances and became known since then, although my family did not approve this profession, they couldn’t do anything. I love racing. 

        I love the challenge, the adrenaline and the hunger for glory. At my age, I feel I am just in my early twenties who is very much excited about exploring his new-found paradise. I considered racing as an oasis that I couldn’t and wouldn’t want letting go.

        I drank from my glass.  The bitter taste of the whiskey ran in my throat.  I realized how stupid we are right now.  We should be celebrating and enjoying the night life.  Not like this.  She's not talking to me while I drink alone!  I went upstairs in irritation and decided to take a cold shower.   I saw her still lying on our bed.  

        It took me some minutes before I finished showering. I wrapped the towel around my waist as I left the bathroom. Naomi was still on the bed. I gave a frustrated sigh.  If she doesn't want to have fun, then I will.  I quickly dressed up and headed downstairs. 

        "WELL, WELL, WELL. If it's not the famous Adam Lucas Enriquez. It's been such a long time."  A familiar voice purred out of nowhere. 

        I looked around and put down the glass of whiskey.  I decided to visit my favourite bar in Legaspi.  I was stunned to see the woman who called my name is no other than Mindy.  She's wearing a very skimpy skirt and a loose hanging blouse; revealing some skin. Mindy is an old-time bed partner three to four years ago before I met Naomi.  We were going out without a label. We were screwing each other and the last time before she cut all her connection to me, was two years ago. It was hot that I’ve lost count how many times I tried to contact her but to no avail. I stopped after learning from one of our mutual friend that she was one of Governor Dela Riva’s concubine. At first, it was a painful pill to swallow until I moved on and focused on my racing. I also dismissed the idea of asking her out after she disconnected her connection to me.  

        I smiled at her and I did not hide how much I admire her chic look. Her hair was cut short and there was a small tattoo on her neck that it wasn’t hard not to notice.   I didn't know she's into a tattoo.

         "How are you, candy mint?" I teased her as I assessed her 36-C bust and slim waistline, not to add her long legs revealing from her skirt and I feel the urge to know if she still the same Mindy I once knew.

        She lifted a brow as she saw the curiosity on my face. Her lips tug a playful grin. "That look, Adam. It's killing you," she laughed softly.   She sits on the high chair next to mine.  Her eyes are not leaving mine and I throw her a dirty look before I stared on her legs with lust and regret.

        "That would be a shame. My hands are tied now," I laughingly said.   Well, I didn't hide my regret.  

        Mindy laughed with disbelief.  She's smiling as she called the bartender and asked for a tequila.  I drank from my glass while looking at her with curiosity and concern.

        "How are you, Mindy?" I asked after a moment. I have known her from a friend, and before she was a little shy but we remove that shyness by knowing her intimately. I wasn't the first man, and I wasn't expecting she would be virgin. I didn't mind though.

        She shrugged her shoulder without care. "Same old me."

        I didn't remove my gaze from her.   "I have heard Governor has a prowl on you. Was it true?"

        Mindy laughed slowly as she looked at me.   Now, I could see clearly the tattoo painted at the back of her ear.  It is a sort of a celestial dragon. She smirked at me. "Since when you like to gossip, Adam?  Not you."

        I didn't make a response.  Her Tequilla came.   When the bartender left, I looked at her with concern.   "You should be careful. I do not like the way that old dirty man handles his string of concubines."

    She didn't speak. But it didn't escape from my eyes the faint fear that was written all over her face. I sighed as I touched her leg.  She was stunned for a moment then smiled at me.  In a Mindy way; alluring and seductively.  Her fear suddenly left her pretty face.  She touched my hand and before I knew it, she pushed my hand up under her skirt and she didn't let go of it. She trapped it there, allowing me to feel her warmth. And damn.

    She is wet. And naked under her skirt. Just like the last time that we had each other in this same place.

        "I am still the old candy mint you knew." She whispered to my ear and gasped when her teeth nipped the sensitive part of my earlobe.  Suddenly, fire jostled through my skin like an angry wire ready to burst any time. "And how wet you can make me easily, Adam." I swallowed hard and in the middle of this crowd, I was touching the hardened part of her. I was sweating in a different heat. Mindy never failed to arouse me. I cursed hotly. Mindy laughed. I wanted to feel embarrassed that she knew how affected I was right now.  That she can make me lose any self-control I thought I have mastered.  My skin feels so hot that I thought I must be having a high fever.

        "Give me a good 'old-time' treat, Adam." She said in a seductive way. She moved toward my mouth and it was too late, she tugged my lower lip and ran her tongue. 

        I swallowed hard. "I---"

        "In my car, your car or----in the public comfort room of this bar?" She asked seductively; her breathing was fanning my mouth and I felt how hard I was at the mental image of what she was implying to me. I have never tried a public comfort room. There was faint heat coming from my neck up to my face and she lifted her brow as she watched me, tortured and unrelenting.

        She laughed slowly. "C'mon, make this big guy happy." she purred and groaned when she touched my arousal.

        Damn it.  I want to have s*x in a public comfort room!