Chapter 3：DIANA: One Night Stand

I thought he was concerned about me but he's only thinking of the ship's reputation? If I happen to have accidentally fallen out of the railing earlier and die, Diana Shipping will be dragged along the scandalous news. I really don't have an idea that I looked like going on a suicide. I just had a bad headache, is all.

Although my dizziness eases a little after throwing up, his hurried movements still trigger nausea so I just close my eyes and concentrate on not throwing up again. I hear shuffling noises of clothes and a clicking sound before a door opens and shuts. Afterwards, my body meets the softness of a bed.

I open my eyes and sit up. "Where are we?"

"In a cabin obviously." He answers rather coldly.

I huffed in ridicule. "You don't have to care if you really don't feel like doing this shit. I'm going back to my own cabin!"

"Stay!"

Although I'm revolting inside me for being treated like a disobedient pet, I can't refute him because I really don't think I can manage to return to my cabin at this rate. I'm never really friends with alcohol ever since and today is one of the rare occasions I indulge myself to get drunk.

The man disappears into a connecting bath, probably to wash himself off. Hmm. Wait. What if? I shake my head and instantly whisk the idea in my head. Have a one-night stand? Pfft! Not that I've saved myself for someone special but I hate the drama that comes along with it. And I'm a nurse so I'm paranoid about potential sexual diseases.

I frown. Since I'm a nurse, I'm also aware of precautions. So why not cease the moment? Condoms still exist, right? I strip my own soiled clothes and even take off my underwear. Tomorrow the ship will finally dock and my dream-like life will all end. I'm still celebrating tonight though so I'm going all out to be living my final days as a free woman.

I stand and wobble my way towards the bath and push the door open. The man has his clothes strewn on the tiled floor, his buck naked under the shower. I sweep my eyes at his gorgeous frame, my drool coming out of my lips when I see that thing standing between his thighs. Wow. Yummy!

"Go back to bed and let me finish washing. I'll tend to you later." He says with a frozen face although his eyes are busy roaming up and down my own naked form.

"Why? Can't we just share a shower together? It'll be easier and more practical this way." I flash him my seductive smile as I join him inside the stall.

"You're drunk so it's dangerous for you to be standing on a slippery floor." He sounds as stoic as the voice of an electronic speaker.

"Shut up! I'm seducing you right now, don't you get it? So act according to the script. You should just accept it and get excited for me."

He doesn't say anything anymore as he watches me taking the soap from his hand and glides it on his muscled chest. He really is so broad, the soap will definitely be all gone once I'm done with him with all these muscles.

I look up at his face and momentarily stop what I'm doing. Why do I feel like I've seen him before? This feeling, his touch. It's so familiar. I blink when he suddenly turns around, giving me his back so I resume soaping it, too, chancing a pinch of his nice ass. I grin. This man. I think Ive hit a jackpot!

When he turns around again, he's holding a cup of water out for me. "Wash your mouth."

Ah. Ok. I take a gulp and gargle my mouth a couple of times. Once I'm done, the man carelessly throws the cup back to the sink and grabs for my nape before sealing my mouth with his fierce kiss. I push him away and scowl at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Wow. You really have to make me gargle before kissing me, eh?"

"I don't want to ruin the mood." He answers before kissing me once again.

And forcing me to gargle isn't ruining the mood? Ah, whatever. He's really good at kissing though and I can't help but answer him with as much force and greed. Tongue swirling, lip nipping and hands all over our naked bodies. Hmm, I could get used to this!