Boobah
1305 Words
Sam's cheeks were red as tomatoes. He fell silent, not only because he was in pain. But he was also surprised when Alison realized the dirty thoughts Sam had imagined.
Sam backed away nervously after Alison jumped down from his arms, looking for a good excuse. But Alison didn't give him a chance to argue for too long.
"Just because you helped me doesn't mean you can harass me, Lawton! I originally wanted to thank you for saving me! But seeing as you stole an opportunity in a tight spot, I guess I don't even need a reason to give you a warning letter when we get to The Next Heaven!"
Sam did feel guilty, but he also didn't want to look wrong. At the very least, he didn't want to be intimidated outside of work.
"That sounds weird. Women will wear seductive bikinis when they go to the beach. But they also feel harassed just because I accidentally noticed their bodies when I was trying to help. It was a double standard that I couldn't understand until now. I shouldn't have helped you."
Expressing contrived disappointment, Sam turned away disappointed. But deep down, he wanted to be pursued. He wanted to be given a second chance to look back at the tense boobah, who looked flushed from under the wet shirt. The boobah that teases him, that waves as if it's ready to be played with.
Unfortunately, Sam doesn't get what he wants. He only saw Alison move away, even bumping his shoulder in protest with an annoyed middle finger.
"What the f?!"
This time, Sam's disappointment was genuine. Not only about the boobah that could no longer be seen, but also because his efforts were not wisely appreciated.
Sam watched Alison move away towards the forest. He felt a bad feeling when he saw the darkness in the unfamiliar forest. He almost warned her when she turned around and gave him a golden opportunity by accident.
"Wait—"
"Where are we, Lawton? Did you find Clare?"
Sam was stunned for a few moments. Last he remembered, he had been thrown overboard by the pirates after trying to save someone from the pirates' threat while heavily intoxicated. Then woke up on a fishing boat with some pretty girls in a simple, pretty sailor boat.
He vomited, passed out from seasickness because a big storm was coming. Then came three women who gave him plus-plus service before the storm finally came. All he remembers is that the sailor's name was Tracy Clare. But Sam didn't remember seeing Alison on Clare's boat.
"Hey, I haven't even told you that I was rescued by Clare. How did you know, Ms. Sood?"
Seeing the tension in Alison's eyes, Sam boldly stepped closer. Aside from savoring the golden opportunity, he was also enjoying Alison's expression, which had changed drastically. An expression of doubt, fear, and reluctance that contrasted with Alison's anger that slapped him moments ago.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you how you ended up here, Ms. Sood?"
Sam kept looking at the boobah and Alison's eyes with a smile of suspicion. Moreover, he knew that Alison was someone who upheld the values of dictatorship. He almost never took a day off and always came home at the last hour to prove his loyalty. It also made up for his late arrival at lunchtime every day.
Another fact he remembers well is that there were only two tickets left for the Hawaii trip. Which Sam had bought for his romantic trip with his girlfriend. But he had to throw one of them away after finding out Annie was having an affair. And Sam was sure he threw the ticket in the trash after submitting a resignation request that was rejected.
"Shouldn't you be in The Next Heaven and regulating people's jobs firmly? Why are you here with me, Ms. Sood? Can you tell me?"
Sam became even more curious. The guilt of being bullied with accusations of harassment has now taken a 180-degree turn. His gaze was no longer on the golden opportunity, but on Alison, who was becoming more and more indecisive.
"Just because we live together here, doesn't mean I'm stalking you, Lawton! Stop questioning my decision to take a vacation just because I met f*ckin' you!"
Sam pulled Alison's hand away quickly, then gripped her shoulder for an answer. Sam knew that Alison's answer was just an excuse. Moreover, the look in Alison's eyes shook with fear.
"You picked up the ticket I threw away, Ms. Sood?"
Sam's sharp question pierced Alison's stretched ego until it cracked. Their gazes locked for a moment, before Sam finally got the short end of the stick for the second time.
Plak!
Sam's cheeks turned red. The second slap was received without even an hour's delay.
"Didn't I tell you to stop questioning my decisions, Lawton?! You decided to throw it away! And I decided to take a chance! Do you think that was a mistake?"
Sam laughed sadly. He moved on, leaving Alison to walk away disappointed. Being slapped, bullied, slapped again, after a heroic rescue was no justification for a chance taken without thanks.
They hadn't gotten far enough apart when Sam turned around momentarily. "You decided to show it, and I took a chance. Do you think it was my fault?"
Sam made a chest gesture, giving the stubborn Alison an obvious verbal slap.
"That's something else, i***t!"
"Yes, I am, and I'm your subordinate! So just stay there and don't ever ask me for a favor!"
The distance between the two grew as Sam felt so thirsty. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't stay still and wait. Especially if he couldn't find a source of food and drink that would help him survive.
Unfortunately, as far as Sam could see along the coastline, he couldn't find any coconut trees as a prime opportunity. There was nothing to be gained but in trying to fish in the ocean, or venturing into the darkness of the forest.
Sam took off his shirt and descended to the rocky area that jutted out into the ocean with high hopes. He searched for a few shrimp that might have been swept away by the waves and trapped among the nearby coral.
Creatively, Sam hooked the sleeves of his long shirt over the edge of the rocks, and let the small shrimp he found rest on the back of the shirt, slightly submerged.
What a stroke of luck Sam had just moments after setting a minimalist trap he never thought he'd find. A medium-sized yellow snapper was trapped there after catching the bait.
"Wow!"
Sam grabbed it quickly, then took his first yellow snapper away from the ocean. Although he wasn't hungry yet, there was great pride in having a reserve of food to last him.
Without hesitation, Sam brought his snapper closer to the edge of the forest. He picked up some dry branches to use as firewood. Meanwhile, a large wet branch was stuck to the fish from its mouth to its tail. He grabbed the lighter that was always in his pants pocket.
Damn, the smell of grilled fish really made Sam hungry. He smiled victoriously as he noticed Alison approaching him slowly, sneaking up on him like a good thief.
The next second, Sam was surprised by Alison's greeting, which still upheld her sense of prestige. No smile, no attempt to beg, full of arrogance.
"Forget about that problem. But as fellow survivors, shouldn't we share in this situation?"
Sam turned around to teach a lesson. "Then what about you? What can you share with me?"
"You're trying to harass me again, huh? Damn it! I've got to be stuck here with a f*ckin' man who can't even appreciate a woman like you?!"
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