"Babe, I've missed you so much." Dexter reached out and hugged me, as if savoring the memory. "You have such a slender waist. That night, I never expected you to be so fervent. No matter how I held you, you never got tired."
"Dexter, are you out of your mind? I already told you that night is over."
His solid chest pressed against me, making it hard to breathe. I lowered my voice angrily.
"This is the first time you've called me by my name. It sounds nice. And the fact that you still remember that night means that you like me."
He looked at me with a somewhat relieved expression.
"You're not my type, and I'm not looking to date anyone." I figured maybe being direct and clear with him would make him give up.
"How do you know you won't like dating me if you won't give it a shot? Don't tell me you plan to just hook up without ever falling in love?"
"Bingo. I'm a player, okay? Now, please move," I spat.
"I won't. Kiss me and I'll let you go."
He tightened his arms around me. I was worried a coworker might suddenly appear, so I quickly gave him a light peck on the cheek.
"Good job, babe. I'll let you off the hook for today," he said.
"By the way, why are you even here?" I really could not understand how our one-night stand came with a sequel.
"That night, a few of us interns went out together. When I came back from the restroom, I happened to run into you," he continued enthusiastically.
"It was such a coincidence too. That night, you asked me to find something in your bag, and I saw your work ID. Right then, I thought it had to be fate."
After hearing his explanation, my head started pounding. Was this what they meant by play with fire and you would get burned?
"Oh, there's one more thing I haven't told you. But you'll find out tonight," he said mysteriously.
I had to put in some overtime that day. Exhausted both physically and mentally, I decided to go to a bar to unwind.
I returned to my apartment provided by the company to clean up and get ready. Right as I was walking past the unit next door, I heard noise coming from inside. That place had been empty for a while. A new coworker had probably moved in.
By the time I finished getting ready, it was already 11:00 pm, and the noise next door had stopped.
Just as I was about to leave, I discovered the door lock was broken again. I was locked inside and could not get out. Fortunately, I had an emergency backup plan.
I tried to find my next-door neighbor's contact in the community's group chat. Sure enough, there it was.
Soon after, the person texted me back. Following my instructions, he found the spare key under the flower pot by the door and opened it from the outside. The moment the door opened, I froze.
How was it Dexter again? This guy was relentless.
"Babe, this is the second time I've saved you." He leaned against the doorframe with a smug smile.
"Well, well, look at you, all dressed up. Don't tell me you're going bar hopping again?"
"It's none of your business."
"Take me with you, alright? I'd like to shadow you and learn a thing or two."
"No need. I prefer going alone."
"Well then, I guess I have no choice but to show you something." He pulled out his phone and swiped once. A photo of me nestled in his arms in bed instantly appeared on the screen.
"Dexter! Are you insane? Delete that right now!" I said angrily. He was actually blackmailing me with photos he had secretly taken that night.
"Then take me along. Three, two..."
"Fine, I'll take you! Now, delete the photos."
"Well, that depends on my mood. Besides, my baby looks so stunning in every shot. I'd hate for anyone else to see these."
