Tiny Point of View

I may be a wanderer and love to roam around in the city a lot but never in my life had seen a bull, in the city, looking like that.

Human sculpture Allard aka bull, who I was looking at right now.

His eyes, my god, has gone cold and so cold that it can freeze a desert and to say I really like to see him this worked up is an understatement.

Absolutely mesmerizing.

His body suddenly seem so large and bulky when he stood before me, a little tilted forward just like a bull ready to fight.

"Where is he?" He spat out each word as he stressed on each syllable with so much love and care for vocabulary.

I raised a brow asking him quietly who he is looking for. That seems to went through him just right because he caught my upper arm and pulled me to him.

"Where is that Anchovy?" He continued his love for speech and vocabulary when he bent down to my face and gritted out each word.

Why is he here and who is he looking for?

Anchovy?

Aren't they currently living in waters? If he is looking for a particular one, then I'm afraid I cannot tell them apart because they all look alike.

But the thing that he came to me to find a kind of fish for him was very...

"Meow?" I inquired back.

"Now is not the time to meow at me. Where is Anchovy and why was it with you?" So, apparently, there is a certain anchovy from the water that was with me or somehow he thought I held a small fishy anchovy with me and he came to enquire about a fish.

But, the last fish I held in my hands was catfish.

"Meow meoeow meeoww meow meewoew meow meewoiw –" I started to ask him when he cut me off my holding my chin tightly and before I knew what was happening, he enveloped my lips with his.

Like a bull, he drove into my mouth with his tongue on a road trip to pleasure fueled by something wild and passionate from his end. While I, being a passenger, wanted to be confused and somehow knowledgeable about the destination of this certain trip but his lips and tongue blinded me virtually.

He is a speed racer!

I didn't know what to think, to be honest I have no mind to think anything when he pressed me to him by my waist and continued to drive us somewhere towards the stars that I now started seeing.

One hand around my waist and another behind my neck, he slightly turned my head sideways. His tongue that was speed racing inside my mouth was now taking butterfly laps on my lips as it caressed them slowly in a relaxing swim.

From a road trip to snorkeling around my lips, he proceeded to now hoist this whole kissing to paragliding over the hills when his lips and tongue started to glide breathily around mine.

He was sharing his oxygen with me and consuming my carbon dioxide like a plant.

But the best of it was yet to come when the paragliding proceeded to the final and the last form of traveling.

It wasn't fast like a roadway trip.

It wasn't relaxing like a snorkeling swim.

It wasn't breathily exciting like paragliding.

The last form and the most dangerous yet mind boggling way of kissing me was like strolling on foot in the gardens; lazy and chilling.

I don't know if his lips were there on mine or not, I can feel them yet I could not feel them completely. There is this warm breathe of his that left right from his nose and met my upper lips giving me tantalizing feeling of drinking a lemonade without sugar in it.

But – But – I don't know. His lips are there but not there too. Instinctively, I inched an inch forward to feel them more but all I was getting was the leisure walk of them on mine.

I love taking trips, in any form!

"Meow all you want but –" He breathed out over my lips as he continued to touch and un-touch them all at the same time. "- you better stay away from water monsters or I swear you will never see any kind of fish on your plate in your lifetime." With that saying, he went back to kissing me, this time in a reverse order from the last time.

Few minutes ago, I only came out of the house to buy some gifts for the boy Lentil who is now named as Abias Zion De Leon officially after finally getting adopted just few days ago.

I was out on the road to find a cab and go buy some gifts for my little nephew but when I was hit by the presence of the bull that was scowling at me; I did not expect him to be there.

I thought he came to show off yet another girlfriend of his in an attempt to make me jealous but all I could see was him and a shadow from my peripheral vision that looked like Non King.

I wonder, is he here to show off Non King since I'm not jealous of his girls?

I was still standing on the roadside just few steps away from my home, being kissed passionately, roughly and adventurously by Human sculpture.

I want to think about the hurt I felt and the disappointment I experienced but my mind was barren, devoid of any possibility to allow me to think.

If it wasn't for the loud clearing of the throat, he would've continued to hold me in his arms and kiss me until Abias grew up and come to take my blessings with his girlfriend to wed her and I wouldn't even have felt the lapse of time given I was fully and thoroughly invested which is not financially this time.

Once, he did not bother; two coughs and he still did not bother to stop, three smacks on his back, he finally drew back from me for only a step away, still holding me in his arms, a little loosely this time.

"Some control you claim to have. You are just few steps away from her house, dude; control yourself." Non King snickered.

In the meanwhile, I shook my head to bring back my focus to me on an express delivery. His kiss has made me almost invalid given how I dizzy I feel in the head.

"Shut up and f- get out of here." Human sculpture bit out as he turned to me and narrowed his eyes down at me. His focus was immediately drawn to my lips, which by now must be looking red and bulgy as if I suffered a hit on them.

Drawing back his eyes to mine, he looked as cold and arrogant as ever and by God I love this particular expression on his face,

"You went on a date with Milliard's Anchovy." He did not question, he stated.

Ah, so that Anchovy was Ian Milliard!

What a befitting name for him. Ian is lean, his words were salty and his dry humor. Perfect name!

"Meoww meeoww meow meee meoww meow." I shrugged as I slowly got out of his arms.

He breathed out loudly like a beast suffering from Asthma attack while he ran a hand through his hair as he muttered something under his breath.

I could not hear what he said but I can say that what he said was not really nice. But then again, I love him in the first place because he was not naturally nice.

He is a prick, a rascal and an arctic icicle and I really really and totally love him for that. Who wants a soft natured, kind hearted and smiling husband when I can have a cold hearted, brooding, intimidating, egoist and a demon to myself?

His icy glare can provide me with Air conditioning services on summers. His cold eyes can surpass the winter chill and make the snow feel warm.

"Did you or did you not; just give a nod. Don't meow at me when I'm a thread away from tying you away in seclusion." And so I nodded my head positively.

It wasn't a date; more like Ian said he likes me and wants to be my boyfriend. He said this when we went out to have something to eat before I meet Mr. Milliard.

"Why?" I only shrugged suddenly remembering that I was giving him silent treatment.

Right. I should not talk to him. I smacked my head reminding myself about my precious resolution.

"He is not a good man. Don't go out with him." But Ian is such a sweetheart. He knows how to joke boringly too.

"Meow mmeeoww meow meemw meow meow." I said defiantly.

Huh, take that!

"Tiny Dew Almond, you better –" He took a deep raging breath and I can clearly tell with the knowledge of University degree that he is seething in anger.

So he doesn't like Ian much but what man in his right mind would hate him?

"Miss Almond, am I late? Let's go buy presents for your brand new nephew now." Ian? Shouldn't he be waiting for me in the market?

If Human sculpture was a bull earlier, looking between me and Ian, he now looked –

"You are going with him?"

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Finally he kissed her and my god what a kiss it was. She seemed to have traveled the whole world in just one kiss.

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Zorion is not jealous at all. I tell you, he isn't! Trust him.

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