My Hottest Man's
Chapters 17. Woman and Wine

Belliza woke up feeling sad and miserable. Oskan's embrace covers him as long as he sleeps.

"For all that I don't understand about you, I will wait for you as if my patience is limitless. I'll love you more than I hate."

His pillow turned into an ocean of tears. He wanted a miracle, Oskan came and took him away. Wish Oskan would reach him. He wanted to pull over and hope Oskan was somewhere waiting for him. It was so lost to think of her husband. What should he do now? Take Cheryl away, go home to her parents? Cheryl can't live without Oskan. What's he supposed to do? He could not have left Cheryl with Oskan, but he could not have separated the two. Belliza was crying even more upset. Feel something flowing into his mouth. Bloods. Coming from the nose. I don't know what happened, but his head hurt.

It's still pretty dark. Keep an eye out for the unusual dim attic. Trying to find where he lay. Just a foreign room.

Trouble Belliza wakes up from sleep, hold her throbbing head in pain. Even he felt the veins along his temples twitch. The atmosphere is so quiet.

Where is this?

There is only silence. Then, faintly, the sound of something in the frying pan followed the delicious smell of the nose even though he felt a little stuck breathing path. The senses pick up signs of activity coming from under the bed.

The bed?!

Yes, that's right, the sound of the stir-fry came from under the bed. Belliza immediately got up, got out of bed, shriveled perfectly because she was not dressed only in the upper and lower interior. Where's clothes? What happened, did he sleep with a man?

So, it wasn't a dream when he was with someone last night. He hugged the neck of someone he thought was Oskan.

Oh naw. Please sane Belliza!

That's why he should have gone to a nearby church as suggested by the taxi driver and slept in the adoration room instead of drinking alcohol at the club.

A look around, stumbled on the shiny shoes of a man on the side of his heels. Oh, my God, is it so easy to sleep with a stranger? A large size plain white shirt draped on the sofa was also a white shirt. Belliza wears a t-shirt as a top and a shirt as a skirt. This room is a studio.

Peering downstairs, the lounge. The television is on and a song is playing. Wanted to go down but the scenery outside the glass accidentally caught the eye. Hypnotized he pushed the door, went out. A reddish light appeared in the eastern sky. It is on the top floor of Luxury Club. No one is seen even security. Parking empty. Gate chained. Is this place suddenly closed? Didn't people say by dawn, Luxury Club will be filled with visitors?

Dawn began to give signs at the end of the horizon once the contrast at the top of the sky caught Belliza's attention. Underneath the bridge Vasco da Gama lies the Tajo River. He often went to Lisbon for work even through Vasco da Gama, but never found the same beauty as where he stands today. The concrete bones of the engineering hands are amazingly great and resplendent, uniting two sides previously separated by the river. Belliza was amazed at what her eyes could enjoy.

However, when her memory returned to her husband, she turned grim. He and Oskan are like two sides of the Tejo landmass. Cheryl connect them. But now, he and Oskan will likely only end up like land and water.

The smell was calling out to his stomach.

Belliza's moving in. He had to dress properly and go home to the Barrancos and take Cheryl away, but he would stop by the Child World and buy some presents for Cheryl. He can't go to the studio to work because his life is a mess. Belliza returned to the bedroom, down the wooden stairs. Whoever owns this studio is a perfectionist guy and that guy is ....

"Mr Vargas?"

The surprised man looked at him, looking at him deeply. The man's face was filled with scratches of nail marks..

"Are you awake, Belliza?"

"Where do you know my name? Were we together last night?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sleep together?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Belliza.

"Are you drunk?" ask Belliza.

"Not really."

"Then, why sleep with me?"

"You teased me."

Belliza gaping. "That can't happen."

"Yes, you said something about the size of my chest and my face that's so sexy that you want a hot scene."

Belliza glared, "That couldn't have happened. I was just thinking about Oskan."

"You're too drunk, Belliza. You keep delirious; love me, please."

"Yes, just report it! You even took off my shirt and said you wanted to count the number of tattoos on my body."

"That may be a different woman."

"Unfortunately you are the one."

"I have to go!" belliza. This guy is a little dangerous. "Can I get my clothes back?"

"Eat, and your clothes will come. After all, you are so beautiful with that kind of shirt and shirt. It's a true designer's skill."

"Mr Vargas?! Do you happen to be Lucio Vargas?" Belliza squinting. This guy has something in common with Oskan. Their smiles are similar.

"Hello, Belliza. Why think so?Are we similar?"

"Yes, looks just as jerk."

"appropriate guess. I'm Lucio Vargas, and I'm your husband's cousin, a jerk, and I happen to be a jerk, too. I hugged my cousin's wife all night because she had a high fever and kept looking for Oskan Devano."

"Oh, no. I have to go." Belliza immediately turned to climb the stairs.

"Hey, I'm doing this for humanity. I can't touch Oskan Devano's wife even if I want to."

Belliza stop the move.

"When Oskan finds out I am comforting you and with you, he will surely be drawn to come to you and take you home."

"Why is that?"

"Rival, self-esteem and dignity." Lucio Vargas winks at Belliza. "Love me and see how badly Oskan Devano burns. He'll beg you and start fighting with me to get you back."

"The brotherhood is unhealthy. I have to go!"

"Eat first, Belliza! At least you need some manners after repaying my kindness with vomit and scratches. Also, I've taken great pains not to touch you. Your face is very pale after all. Come and eat something!"

"No, I have to go. My sister came home this morning and I can't leave my own daughter."

Belliza went back up the stairs, but stopped in the middle of the stairs, when blood dripped down on the white shirt she used as a skirt. One drop, two drops, three drops, and then it flows like water. He was attacked with tremendous pain. Hold head. Belliza groping.

"Belliza?! What's going on?"

Tried to move but he suddenly collapsed.

"Belliza?!"

Coughing, sprinkling fresh blood.

"Belliza?!"

Panicked voices and hands stretched out to him. He raised his face, looked at the man before him, saw an anxious expression that immediately turned to fear.

"I have to go home, my daughter's waiting." Powerless.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

***

Love Me.

So no more riddles, about Belliza to the coma.

In front of this is the Chapter that ended Bellova's peace. Wait me up.

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