Chapter Three

Polaris' POV

"At least tell me where we are going."

We've been on the road for fifteen minutes but I am still unaware of where we are headed.

"You don't like surprises?" he smirked and took a glance at me.

Surprises, huh. I think I become allergic with the word ever since my husband 'surprised' me while getting fucked in the ass.

I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. "Tell me where we are going." I almost commanded.

"I needed a vacation." he answered, gearing up. My forehead knotted as I didn't get any clarification. Well, I'm sure he won't kidnap me after taking me away in front of the building where a lot of surveillance camera is installed.

"That didn't answer my question."

My phone rang and it made Kameron glanced down at me.

"The husband?" he asked. I almost gasped when he accelerated the speed of his car. What the-

The call ended without me even looking at it and at the same time the car slowed down a little.

Am I having hallucination or his action did matched with the call?

"You didn't answered it." he said again. I can see that there's a change in his mood, it turned foul, heavy.

"I don't need to."

He sighed and I saw how his jaw clenches.

"Have you heard of the Philippines?"

My forehead knotted. "The country?"

"Yeah."

"What's with it?"

He looked at me with a raised eyebrows. "I was answering your question."

***

We arrived at a private helipad and I've been quiet the whole drive. I don't know if going to an island country with this man is a good decision. So why am I here?

"Do you have any business there?" I asked.

"None. I told you, its a vacation."

He grabbed something on the back of his car, a duffel bag. I watched as he hands it to a guy who was waiting for us since our arrival.

Plus, the foul mood he has on kind of

"But I'm not in a vacation. I can't go with you somewhere miles of hours away!"

He stopped moving and stood up, looking me straight in the eyes. "You don't want to go that far?"

"That's not what I meant." I sighed in frustration. What am I even doing? Has knowing your husband is gay and catching him on act makes a person insane?

Because I feel like I am.

"Listen, I don't know why I came all the way here with you when I shouldn't-"

"Because you need the vacation, too, Polaris." he cut as I speak. I freeze.

Why does it seems like this guy knew a lot about me? I don't even knew him, personally speaking. And why does he care if I have troubles in my head right now or if I needed some time and space to unwind?

"How much did I say while I was drunk?" I looked up and covered my eyes from the sun, chuckling. It's so funny. Is it even possible that someone will care of what I needed just because of a drunk talk and a good fuck?

"A little." his voice was a whisper when he answered and I opened my eyes only to find him so close to me.

He took the hand above my eyes and squeezed on it, massaging the back of my palm with his thumb.

"Okay, how about we go somewhere not that far? Will you come with me?"

I was watching his thumb moves on my skin and I had to look up and aught him looking at our hands, as well.

"Kameron…" I started my protest but he spoke again.

This guy is having his way, for sure.

"We won't do anything you won't like. A harmless and peaceful getaway. I promise."

My eyes squinted from his words. "No sex?" Cause I really think he was after that. He's a man after all. And at my age of twenty-eight, I still look good. Good shape, smooth skin, a high-maintained woman.

"No sex? I know you like it though."

My eyes went wide and Kameron laughed hard that makes me scoffed. "You fucker."

"Your fucker, more likely." he kept on laughing.

I figured he feels light around me or was he like that to just anyone? I ignored his remark and followed as he walks near the helicopter.

"Do you always take a drunk dramatic girl out for vacation to make them feel better?" I asked before I could stop myself. He stopped climbing up so he could look at me.

"So you're feeling better?" I rolled my eyes once more when he throw another question for my question. Does he not know how to answer?

Kameron laughs as I pushed him inside the helicopter. "Just go inside. I can see why you needed a vacation, you're head is not functioning right." I screamed when the pilot has started the engine and he laughed again. Oh, he heard that.

We wore the headphones once we are seated.

This is not the first time that I had ride a heli but I love heights so I couldn't help myself from getting excited for the fly off.

"Can you hear me now?" I heard Kameron on the headphones and I nodded at him with a thumbs up.

"Roger, change the route to The Hill." he said to the pilot next who gave him a thumbs up.

Meanwhile, I looked at him with a questioning look and it seems he got what was inside my head as he grins at me.

"Somewhere near."

Ohhkay. At least its not thousand of miles away, right?

***

I should have known that 'somewhere near' is not the same near I expected to be.

Because right now, I can see nothing but trees and the huge townhouse in front of me.

I think we travelled at least two hours to get here and for riding an aviation vehicle, that's far.

"Welcome to The Hill."

I jumped when Kameron said that to my ears. What the--that scared me! He laughed from my reaction again. "Chill. I won't murder you here, don't worry."

He opened the front door and I was welcomed by a vintage style design of the interior of the house.

"Wow."

Everything was made of wood, white and brown. Very warm to the eyes and really relaxing.

"The design is an art." I complimented. It's rare to see something like this. Some furnitures are even carved as the shape of an animal or plants. Everything is so detailed that I wouldn't bother asking the price of this place.

I'm sure this is expensive.

"This townhouse was made by a famous architect and designed by another architect majored in interior design."

"Someone I know?" I asked, intrigued.

He shrugged. "This place is ten decades old. I don't really remember the names."

Aw, that's too bad. Well, since this place is a private property, its no use to spread the news of the beauty's creator. It's for the purpose of safety for the owner specially with a wealthy family like the King's.

"Want to grab dinner?" he asked as he placed the bag in his hands on a nearby couch.

I shook my head. "Thank you. How long are we gonna stay here?"

His eyes squinted at me. "What? You wanted to go early?"

"No, I mean, I have no clothes with me and-"

"Those are yours." he said, pointing at the duffel bag. My jaw dropped from what he said. Was he serious?

"Seriously?"

He looked at me like I was being silly. "Yeah."

We fought gazes for a while. I think this guy is weird, expensively weird, if that's a word. Okay, he's this way because he is rich.

I sighed and just continued touring around the house. In a corner, I saw a snow globe collection that made me halt on my feet.

Taylor and I used to talk about travelling the world, collecting different kinds of snow globes and displaying it on our house. I always laugh as we talk about it because it sounded silly, plus we only collected three at most because of the busy days.

And now, seeing this makes me think that we are not the only silly ones. How I enjoyed to be that silly with Taylor, but not the kind of silly like joining him into the bed with another man. Another man, huh, that makes me laugh.

Instead of drowning with my bitterness, I decided to focus on the beautiful displays in front of me.

"A-Are these collections?" I asked when I felt Kameron's presence on my back.

"My grandma's, yes." he laughed. "She visited every corners of the world just for those."

I looked at Kameron and his eyes are sparkling not from the snow globes, but because of the happiness he feels inside him.

"You must've love your nana a lot."

He looked at me, his smile has freeze in the air as if he didn't notice how happy he was.

"Of course. She was awesome."

"Was?"

He nodded and bit his lip. "She passed away last year, cancer."

"Oh," I don't know how what to say. Did I just hit a bad memory? "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, love. I know she's well in heaven right now." He grins. "If you don't want to eat, how about we grab a drink?"

I paused to think for a second. I'm really bad with alcohols, to be honest. But upon having this conversation with him, I felt like I needed to make it up for him somehow.

"Sure."

"Wait at the living room. I'll go get us a bottle."

***

I was laughing over a story he shared about one of his encounter with a woman who got obsessed with him.

"Oh, no!" I laughed harder.

"It's true! I found her under my bed, stuck, and it seemed like she's been there since I went out!"

I burst laughing more!

"That was insane!" I commented as I laughed throwing my head back. "Oops." The glass I have in my hand almost slipped but I couldn't save the liquid inside as some of it dripped on my shirt. "Now I'm wet." I laughed again.

I waited for him to join my craziness but I heard nothing from him so I decided to turn my head and look at him.

"You are naughty." he grinned. I immediately choked on my own saliva as I blushed. Now, it was his turn to laugh but it died down fast as his eyes looked at me with… desire.

It's aflame, burning.

"Uh," I looked for ideas to escape the increasing sexual invitation that I'm getting from his eyes and aura. I feel like I'm in the midst of giving in to something I don't even know what. But its there.

"L-Let's play a g-game.." I suggested though I was not sure what should we be playing.

Because right now, I feel like its him that I wanted to play or me for him to play with.

Fuck.

"Brilliant. How about a question and answer game?"

My eyes shone from his suggestion. That's a safe one!

"Sure! What are the mechanics?"

He played with his lower lip using his thumb as he think. I was distracted but I fought myself to stop watching that finger brushed to the softest lips I ever tasted.

"I'll be the host and you are my guest."

"That's… literally what we are now." I laughed but it came out awkward so I cleared my throat, blushing after. "Okay, then?"

"I'll question, and you'll answer. Then you have to give the question back to me, then I'll answer."

I nodded. "mmkay." That sounds fine to me.

It's good to get to know each other anyway. Though this phase should come first before the sex part.

I sighed.

"Whenever you are ready." he said.

"Oh, you can start." I sipped on my drink slowly.

"What's your favorite sex position?"

I almost coughed the wine I was drinking when I heard his question! What the-!

"Pardon me?"

"You got to answer, Polaris."

I looked at him straight in the eyes and I can't see an ounce of playing around in his expression. This is serious? He was serious?

So, what? This game is the dirty version of what I thought it would turn out?

"Uh, m-missionary."

He bobbed his head up and down, acknowledging the answer I just gave. "You need to ask me back." he reminded after a few seconds of silence from me, not to mind, my face is all red now.

"W-What's your favorite sex position…" I'm not sure if that turned out as a question at all.

"Missionary. Why did that become your favorite?"

I am starting to feel weird with all the question he came up with though I can't stop him and his game. Not to mind, I'm soaked as fuck.

"I… I don't know."

"You don't know why that's your favorite?"

I shook my head. " That's the o-only position my husband did with me. I have no… other reference."

I was being honest. Taylor and I never explored in bed and the first time I saw him explored, was not with me but with Raph Nadler, the monkey business partner.

"Your husband is good at wasting you, huh?"

I felt the bitterness in my tongue. I wanted to agree, but my other part decided to keep quiet.

"There should be no side comments in this game." I said.

"Right." he grinned playfully then sipped on his glass.

"How about you? Why is missionary your favorite?"

"I love seeing the face of the woman, how good they felt was portrayed in their faces…" he paused. "Yours was the best I've seen so far."

My cheeks flushed hard that the hotness I felt reached my ears.

"Not something for me to be proud of." I answered.

Kameron's laugh echoed the room. "No side comments."

"Well, you started it."

"I was the one answering so I can."

I shrugged to stop the conversation from going. I feel like I can't win in any dirty conversation with Kameron, he is just too good at this.

"So, my turn." he continued.

I watched as he moved closer to where I was seated. I can feel the heat of his body from how close we were even though not one of our skin was touching. He is just too close that it feels like we are skin to skin.

"Will you join me with my vacation?" the voice he uses is so low, sweet, astonishing. I swear, I could feel his breathe on my face. And the scent of it is mixed with mint and alcohol, it's making my nose flare, to smell more.

Oh, fuck.

"Aren't we in your vacation now?"

"That's not an answer, love."

We fought glances for one whole minute. And by that time, I felt different kinds of emotions but mostly, turned on.

I don't know this guy well. I don't think I will ever know a Kameron King so well, anyway. It's like he have this barrier surrounding around him, protecting him from anyone to go deeper of his real self.

But upon thinking about it, would I rather be with this man where I couldn't think of anything but my raging libido for him or go back to my reality where my husband cheated on me with a guy?

I can't see the latter as an option at all.

"Yes." I answered at last.

The way Kameron smiled at me made my heart jumped. No, no. Heart shouldn't be involve between us. I'm sure he can't offer that, and I'm not sure I could, too.

Kameron moved his hand up and reached for the loose strands of my hair, moving it back behind my ear.

My breathing was halted as soon as he reached his hands to me. And still, I'm breathless.

I could feel my core quivering as if asking something from him. I wanted to…

"Your turn to ask." he whispered.

I closed my eyes when I felt his fingers travelled down to my neck, lightly touching my skin.

"Kiss me, please…" it was not a question but a plead he answered fast.