A Cunning Deception
1298 Words
"Now what? Is he still alive? OMG! Is Vincent still breathing?"
I looked at Mike and sensed that he is probably as anxious as I am, while Benji is busy tapping on his phone.
Ashley rolled her eyes on me and put his fingers in Vincent's neck to feel his pulse.
"OMG!" She put her hands to cover her mouth as she gasped.
"What?!" I exclaimed worriedly.
"He is still breathing, boomer!" She rolled her eyes again.
"Ugh! I hate you!"
Mike rubbed his hands. "Now, what shall we do?"
"I have just booked an Uber. We will take Vincent to his place." Benji said while signaling the waiter for the bill.
I looked at him, confused. "Excuse me? So that was the plan?" I scratched my head. "So we called him to get here, put him to sleep, and then we will take him home? That's it?"
"Duhhhh? Of course not. Come on, girl! Where is Samantha that I know? Bring her back now!" Benji said as he gawked his eyes on me.
Mike and Benji grabbed Vincent's arms and put them on their shoulders. Ashley volunteered to settle the bill, but I insisted and handed her my credit card. I am still confused about what is happening in front of me. I followed my friends who were carrying the unconscious Vincent out of the bar.
Ashley exited the bar just when the van pulled over in front of us. The five of us got inside of it and headed to Vincent's place. I was shocked when Benji put a piece of lingerie on my lap.
"What the --Oh! That's the plan?" I said upon realizing what my friends are doing. I raised the lingerie and winced. I felt ashamed when I noticed that the cab driver glanced at the piece of clothing from the rearview mirror.
Ashley and Benji winked at me.
"So you have planned all this? Without even consulting me?"
"Do you want to do it or not?" Ashley said in an annoyed tone.
"I don't know. I mean, isn't there any other way?"
I feel so uncomfortable knowing that the cab driver is probably listening to our conversation. Who knows what else is he thinking right now.
I have many things running on my mind. But I waited until we reached Vincent's pad before I said anything to my friends. Vincent is living alone in his pad, but I know the password in his security system. So just a couple of moments later and he was already lying comfortably on his bed.
I panicked when Benji started unbuttoning Vincent's shirt.
"Wait, hold on a second! What are you doing?"
"Dear, how are we going to make it appear that something has happened between the two of you if we won't undress him?" Benji put his hands on his waist.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out of it. I know my cheeks blushed when I felt the heat of blood rising to my face.
"Okay, what exactly are we doing? I mean, what is all this?" I sat at the edge of the bed and stared at Vincent's handsome face. The face is present in my thoughts each day that I wake up until my head hits the pillow at night.
Ashley approached me. She sat in bed next to me.
"Honey, although you are not saying anything to us, we know how much Vincent means to you. And we noticed all the changes that took place within you. You were not as lively as you used to be. You are often zoned out even when we are having fun." She pouted her lips before she continued. "This may be wrong. We may be deceiving him now. But this is the only way we knew we could help you."
"Ahah. So what am I supposed to do now?"
"Stay here, sleep here, and wear this." Benji picked up the lingerie that has been resting on the bed. And then he giggled. "It's up to you if something happened or not. But after this night, I am betting on it. This gorgeous guy is yours."
Mike was silently looking at us by the door of the room. We all fell silent for a while until Mike cleared his throat. "Ah, I think we can leave both of them now." Guilt was in his eyes when he turned to me. "Sam, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. You can come with us, and we will take you ---"
Benji slapped Mike's arm. "Aw!" And then he pushed him away.
"We are leaving, querida," Benji said in a teasing tone.
Ashley was smiling naughtily at me and then whispered, "Remove his pants and leave his boxers on... or maybe you could remove all his clothing and leave nothing. It's up to you." And then she winked at me.
I felt my heart thumping crazily against my chest, and my breathing was getting heavier when they left me all alone with Vincent. His face looks so calm. I ran my hands through his hair. I watched how his chest heaves calmly as he breathes.
I looked away. I have seen Vincent a few times with his trunks, but I have never stared at it that long.
Shall I remove his pants?
I looked at the piece of lingerie next to me. I grabbed it and went inside the bathroom. I decided to have a warm shower to calm my nerves. When I came out of the bath, Vincent's position has not changed.
I sat at the edge of the bed, fearing that my slightest movement would wake him. Then, I slowly reached for the button of his pants. My hands were trembling as I try to unbutton and pull down the zip. Vincent stirred. My heart almost stopped beating when he caught my hand.
"Mi querida...tu casa... ahora.."
"Shhhh... sleep, Miel." I said as I slowly take his hand off mine.
I waited for a while, thinking if what I was about to do was right. And then, when I thought that Vincent's breathing has gone steady again, I tried to pull his pants from his waist. He stirred again but did not say anything. Until at last, I was able to remove his pants.
I was about to get to the empty side of the bed when Vincent grabbed my hand and pulled me in. I landed on his chest. Again, I felt the heat rushing to my face and somewhere else within my body. I felt Vincent lock his arms behind my back. He kissed my forehead, and then he murmured "Querida mia..."
Is he awake? Is he even aware of what's happening?
I looked up at him and noticed that he was still sleeping even though he seems to be smiling. I felt a little bit uncomfortable lying chest down against him. I tried to ease slowly to his side. He seems to follow and adjust his position until I am lying on one of his arms.
He pulled me in again and hugged me tighter. I looked up at Vincent and put one of my hands on his face. I felt his stubbles on the palm of my hand. Then I reached for his lips and planted a small kiss on them. I smiled. Then I hugged his waist and buried my face on his bare chest.
I have been dreaming all my life of being this close to Vincent, lying next to him. I feel calm, happy. So happy that I can't help it when tears run down my face.
"Te amo mucho, querido mio," I whispered. And then I allowed the steady sound of his heartbeat to lull me to sleep.
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