Love at the Nth Time

No Straight for Noodles

Chapter 38

In the middle of the night, we drove down the road on our way back to her home. Celine told me the unbelievable and unacceptable things the unknown man proclaimed.

"He's nice. He's a little confident and about the restaurants passed down by his parents, although they aren't yet that old," Celine said, smiling. The light in her tone of voice couldn't compromise the burden inside of me.

The glass thudded on the counter table of the bar, where I gulped down the vodka at once. The burn glid through my throat, and the heat rushed from the cheek to my messed-up head. I rested on the counter and looked at the woman who sat on the stool next to mine. A short black-haired woman exposed her shoulder line and cleavage of the nightdress she wore. She turned her eyes on me and grinned with her hand on her cocktail drink. I smirked as though a certain someone would never dare to wear as daringly as a nightdress in public crowded with drunk wolves.

I sat up straight and leaned closer to her. "Hey," I uttered and pressed my lips to hers, one of the drunk wolves around.

"Hey! f**k off!" yelled a guy and grabbed the collar of my shirt, and a fist hit my face, causing me to touch the floor. "This is my girlfriend, you homo!" he added and pulled me away from the slut. I chuckled inaudibly, and my thumb wiped the blood clot on the corner of my lips. The punch woke me up.

Half-hearted to leave, I had no idea how to drive in this current state. Not Win to be the option to call. He'd only bug me for the reason of coming to a new bar alone.

I groaned and sat on the backseat of the car, resting my head on it. "They'd only drag me to all the women of my type and they who do. I f*****g wanna be alone," I whined.

"You almost got in trouble? The bartender thought we were friends," Dalla injected and peeked at me in the rearview mirror. I laughed a little.

"We're not. That's why you're the person I called."

"I don't know what you're thinking anymore, dude. Are we near your unit?" She dragged me to the condo unit and threw the lifeless body on the bed. From a keypad tone, Dalla dialled someone on her phone whilst she stood up in the middle of the room.

"Hey, I'm here at Seth's unit," she cut her words from the retch, and I vomited. "She's so drunk! I can't just leave her like this?! Who to call??" I groaned in disgust at the awful taste.

"Don't call Win. I'll never talk to you again." I pointed at her, and my arm fell on the side of the bed. My head began to ache. Still, I pondered how many glasses of vodka and martini I chugged down.

The moment I closed my eyes, the darkness consumed the consciousness in me till a cold towel damped on my forehead made me aware that I was not alone.

Weak to move, I hardly took the towel and felt the breeze on my shoulders, realizing someone had changed my clothes and removed my shoes. The door creaked, the light coming from the kitchen showed a shadow of a woman, and as she walked closer to me, my heart pounded not because I saw a horrifying ghost, but someone I'd anticipated was the one taking care of me. A thought that encountering the thrill of horror in reality could be better if it was like this.

"I need to go to sis Rose. I cooked hot soup to relieve your hangover." Celine lowered her head, standing at the bottom of the bed and my stare of wanting her more than whatever she thought of us.

My brows lifted. "Who called you to come here? I'd give them a gift they'd never expected," I mumbled. Celine let out a soft chuckle.

"Um, it's Dalla? Sir Jeremy called Win."

"Mmm, three."

"Anyway, I'll be going now-" She was about to saunter away.

"Wait." I sat up on the bed and brushed the strands of my hair up the back of my head. "It's already late. It's dangerous, didn't you watch the news?" I invented it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she gazed at me.

"How come you're watching that kind of news?"

"I, I just heard it incidentally. There's a reason behind it, you know." I smiled a little. Celine scoffed and smiled back. She went near me and picked up the towel I dropped on the floor.

"I'll call sis. While waiting, do you want some soup?" I closed my eyes, and my palm rested on the aching forehead to the back.

"No, I want you," I murmured.

"What?"

"Please, do." Steps thudded away, I leaned my back on the headrest of the bed and listened to the plate and cutleries. A smile I displayed to show my gratitude. I took the plate of soup she passed to me. Eyes watched the lady sitting on the bed near me with her eyes on the floor. "This soup is delicious. Creamy noodle soup," I stated.

She glanced at me and nodded, then looked at the surface again. "You're too quiet, lady. What's wrong?" I asked.

Minute of silent response. Celine gazed at me. There's undeniably something wrong. My hand put down the soup on the nightstand and stared back at her. "I'm cool with the staring game," I mumbled. She chuckled and shook her head.

"I, uh, I wanna apologize. You see, I told you I'd reject the Chinese man once I met him, but I wanna know more about him."

The words of Johann, the bastard cousin of Chinnie who made a move on Celine, although not sure — it was what I believed in, suddenly flashed into my head.

"She seemed confused about what she was. If you wanna know whether she's into men or women more, I think you need to test her before you make a move on her."

It's the first of her encounter with a lesbian like me, who'd do anything to get her attention and never-ending affection. What was my ace of all the cards presented for her to choose? Amongst those men, who was I to think I could be the only woman who would like her similar to how I feel about her?

I sighed and looked the other way. I should listen to the warnings I created at the beginning when I met Celine. Disobeying my own set of rules puts me in a cage I deserve to suffer.

"But, I wanna know you more than him." My heart skipped a beat. My mind cleared over the clouds, blocking the sense of reality. I diverted my attention to the lady in front of me, smiling gently. She laughed shyly, and my green eyes widened, following her leaning closer to me, and her lips touched my frozen one. She uttered, "R-remember you asked for one more gift on your birthday?" She chuckled a little, and her coyness drew me to grab the back of her head and felt her mouthful kiss mixed with mine.

Gentle and slow, I put her back on the bed, and our warm bodies touched as if they were meant to be each other's heat. Cautious, a hand touched her cheek, and fingers trailed down her neck and arm, seeking her hand to intertwine with mine. Celine breathed under my ear. I shut my eyes to control the desire burning little by little. Black orbs on the round frame pierced and absorbed the longing green ones to reach the owner's soul and shared the same passion that the innocent lady under me had not yet explored.

My eyes opened to see the smiling face of Celine, who pressed her lips on mine once again. Damn. There was no turning back.

I grabbed her cheek under her ear, and our lips entangled. Dominating the reserved one as if this was our first intense kiss. I roamed my tongue to send shivers up her spine. Her grip on my hair at the back of my head shuddered me. The same act of intimacy towards others, yet concurrently, the sensation seemed new to me.

Celine Miranda, who introduced herself as an indecisive push-over business lady once straight over her bastard ex of a white foreigner, shifted her sexuality at last to the crazy womanizer daughter of a CEO.

Small whimpers she tried not to let out, the hunger in me to hear her delicious moans, knelt on the bed in front of her and removed my sleeveless undershirt, displaying her bra and jeans remained. I leaned my palm on the bed in support of watching her sexy reaction as a hand slipped through the side of her undies. Eyes lowered down to see her navel peeking and teasing me. I smirked and kissed Celine, chuckling.

She yanked my arm away a little. She muttered, "Stop, hold on, c-can we, uh, you smelled booze. It's bothering me."

The heat splashed similarly to the cold water.

"Wow," I said in disbelief. Celine laughed and held my cheeks. I laid my body on her. Feeling her warmth, the faint sweet scent of perfume, our lips met again.