My One And Only

Kian stopped his Mercedes Benz when he spotted the same dressed girl sitting by the footpath in the dark, with street lights only lighting the place up partially.

He looked around and got out of the car as he noticed there was no one nearby. Only a few streetlights were on making the area seemingly darker.

He moved towards her thinking she would stand up and look at him but he did not do any of those things as she kept looking down. He wondered why.

But then he heard those voices.. the voices someone makes when they were puking his or her guts out.

He did not know why he did what he did next but regardless he did it anyway.

He bent down and grabbed a hold of her red smooth hairs in the back, helping her in emptying her system. She smelled like vodka.

Once she was done, she turned back to look at him and as if she knew him, her eyes widened to their full length allowing him to stare deep into her blue eyes.

When she mouthed for water, he immediately found himself standing back up and walking away to give her water.

It was shocking how the man he was, never ran around taking others’ orders, here he was doing the same thing from a total stranger who he had no idea about who she was.

She snatched the bottle of water from his hands and gulped it down her throat opening the lid of the bottle in a haste.

She seemed like she had not drunk even a drop of water for more than a decade, left stranded in some unknown desert island.

The drops of water spilled out of her mouth and dripped over her skin, flowing down her jaw, length of her neck, and then disappearing in between the valleys of her exposed chest.

Kian was watching the entire journey of the drops of water and had disturbing thoughts in the back of his mind which was hard to ignore.

Regardless of that, he separated his eyes from there and calmed his horses down to think straight.

He did not know what was the deal with this girl because he was affected by her a lot and that was not a good thing at all. It was more alarming when he had no idea about her identity either.

She finished the bottle of water within a few seconds of time and then threw it away, turning to look at the person who offered her the water.

Her eyes once again accessed his face and could not believe it when it was the same face as his… how could it be??

Was the question that got echoed inside her drunk mind. She moved closer which made Kian a little taken aback as she kept moving her face closer to his and extended her right hand to trace his cheeks.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her eyes seemed as if they were delighted to see what it was seeing. The tip of her fingers made a small circular motion as she kept tracing his taut handsome face.

“Kian??”

Tinsley called out his name as she eyed the man in front of her in awe. He was here… after all these times.

Meanwhile, Kian did not know how this strange girl knew his name and naming him out as if she and he had known each other for a long time.

“You… you are here???”

She said and this time, both her palms cupped his face as she moved more closer to him.

Kian sucked his breath in totally not expecting that. Their face was too close for his liking and he could not help but part his eyes away from those captivating orbs of hers. They were staring right into his brown ones.

He should not be surprised by someone knowing his name as everyone knew it but… but the way she was calling it out felt so strange.

“You are here, Kian…”

Her joy was evident in her voice as she squeezed his hard cheeks. It was no puzzle to figure out that she was drunk yet he made no attempts to stop her.

Her memory lane carried her back to those days when he and she were kids, running around her mansion gardens, chasing each other.

He was the only friend she ever had. She could not get over how she had lived so long without even trying to search for him.

She remembered all their time spent together as those were the only times where she felt alive and full. He made her heart flutter and glitter.

She just did not know he would grow up to be such a good-looking man. Well, he always had the face that resembled the prince charming from the Cinderella movie.

She knew that she liked him… although she could never tell him that more like could not dare to expose her feelings to him… she was always the vulnerable one.

The kiss that they shared underneath the mango tree that autumn was still fresh in her mind.

Her heart was thumping against her heart as she could not help herself anymore and her eyes drifted down to those full red lips again.

Kian was aware of what she might do next. He had followed where her gaze had moved to and could not help but wonder if she would really go for it… would she really end up pasting her petal like lips against his?

He knew that he should stop her as she was clearly drunk and not in the right state of her mind but something inside of him did not want to stop at all.

In fact, he felt the immense need to pull her more closer and clash his lips right against her soft ones to discover her taste.

Maybe it was because he had not to get in bed with any women lately due to his busy schedule. Maybe that was why his aunt was asking me to let loose a little from all the work.

When he was in the middle of thinking, she slammed her lips onto his without a warning.