Chapter 98 - Souvenir And Memories

This had to be the best thing that he had ever done for her. Her heart swelled up at the thought of being the reason for the silly smile tugging on his lips. A gust of fuzzy feelings came rushing to her when he winked at her from the far. 

This was the moment when she felt that not only she but even her heart was in trouble. 

Or perhaps, she would end up leave her heart in this country forever. 

Suddenly the thought of leaving her heart in this foreign country didn't scare her at all. 

… 

"No, I don't want to go with you," Persephone announced stubbornly.

She was only a second away from crying. She wanted to spend more time with the dolphins but this man was taking her to a different place. She only played with them for two hours. Was it too much? No, right? Then, make him understand too. She wanted to go back to her friends. The new friends who were not mean like humans!

"Persephone! Stop behaving like a kid," Santiago reprimanded her. Hearing him call her name in a threatening tone, she zipped up her mouth and turned down her big and wide teary eyes from his face.

Wobbling her lip, she was staring at the sand on her feet. She could cry at any time. 

Yeah, she was behaving like a kid but she didn't care!

If behaving like a kid could provide her what being an adult couldn't, then she would rather become a kid for eternity! 

Seeing her on the verge of crying, Santiago softened his tone."I have a bigger surprise planned for you, baby. However,you can't stay at this side for long. There was nothing else apart from dolphins to see. Just fifteen minutes away from here is a famous beach site. Trust me, you will enjoy it with a lot of people there." 

Why was he acting like a parent with a kid? She was a kid in a grown ass woman's body. And ass that was tempting him to... 

Well, lets just change the topic. 

With a pout, she nodded. Even if she didn't want to leave her friends, she had to...

[Sigh, life is so tough!]

[But more than Life this big mean Villain is.] 

…

"I'm telling you, Villain. I will never be able to learn surfing," Persephone said with a frown as she failed once again. Someone tell him that no one could learn to surf in a mere hours. Yeah, there might be some genius but she wasn't one! 

And couldn't be one. Plus, she didn't want to be one. 

However, Villain wasn't the one to give up soon. "I am gonna teach you how to surf." 

Well, how could someone not learn how to surf? It was out of his understanding. 

Persephone sighed. "Come on, Villain. It takes a really long time to learn how to surf. I'm a newbie who saw a surfboard for the first time." 

"But I still--"

"Nope, I'm not continuing," Persephone said. It was her final decision. She fell so many times in the water that she was getting embarrassed. Although the by passers were helpful with a tip or two, she still wasn't comfortable. It looked as if surfing was something everyone in the country knew. And why wouldn't they as their country was situated on the shores of the ocean. 

Probably, this was the reason why he was insisting on teaching her too!

With a sigh, they left the water and started walking to the spot where their stuff was placed. 

"I'm hungry," Villain said suddenly while walking. 

She turned her eyes to look at him. He was an extremely gorgeous man and in damp clothes, he was every girl's wet dream. Biting her lips, she added,"Me too."

Meeting his eyes, he whispered. "I'm hungry for food, Red." 

Persephone adorably blinked her watery eyes at him. "What else could one be hungry for if not food?" She asked the question so innocently and adorably that Santiago found himself at a loss for words.

Sometimes, even without trying she knew how to hit the right spot with her just few word. 

Was he getting weak? Or was he losing his touch? 

Or maybe,this woman was rubbing her silliness on him. Never had he known that silliness was contagious. 

"You are right," Santiago said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulder. 

Sigh, he just hoped to spend this day flawlessly. 

...

After lunch, Santiago suggested if she wanted to fly the kite like the kids she had been staring at for a long time. Hearing his suggestion, she has nothing to say no for. She has never flown a kite and she didn't even know how to fly one. But hell, she wanted to try this out so badly! 

"Why do I feel like you have never done something fun?" Villain asked her. Even he was curious how come someone be so happy with just these simple thing? 

"I had," Persephone insisted. "It's just that I have never been allowed to step out of home. So, I have missed some things that couldn't be done at home. For example surfing and flying kites." 

"Come I will teach you how to fly the kite," Santiago said, dragging her. He really did pity her now. 

What kind of childhood did she had? 

Whatever kind her childhood would be, it couldn't be awful than his. 

Santiago wasn't the kind of person to normally think about the tormenting memories of his childhood. Even if those memories come every night to haunt him in his worst nightmares, he wouldn't say a word or wish them to go away. It wasn't because he was a maochist who loved inflicting pain on himself but rather because he knew in those nightmares, he would see an angel whose voice and face was akin to thousand sweet dreams one could ever see. 

He sighed when he realized where his thoughts were going. 

Now back to kite flying... 

Others might think Santiago was teaching her how to fly the kite but Persephone didn't share the same thoughts. Not even slightest bit. This man was clearly taking advantage of her. That too in broad daylight.

Nothing needed him to hold his waist while teaching her the skill of lite flying. 

And surely, he didn't need to blow hot air on her ear, making her shudder. 

Not to mention, nothing while learning this simple skill of kite flying required him to press his raging beast against the softness of her ass. 

Shameless man! 

Still, not more than her. 

"Pull gently," He murmured in her ear. His words sounded so ambiguous that the ever shameless Persephone was left blushing. 

Noticing the tips of her ear getting scarlet, he murmured,"Why are you blushing, Red?" 

"I'm not, " Persephone insisted. 'Oh, God, someone please bury her alive!' 

"Sure you are not," Santiago grinned. He further leaned over. His hard and got length seeking solace against the softness of her body. 

How he wished to take her right here! 

But he respected her enough to not act like a beast! 

Surely, he was a villain of honor. 

"You!" Persephone turned to glare at him, the string losing from her hands. "Oh, God, my kite is gone." 

Santiago burst out laughing. "It's not my fault actually. How could you be so distracted?"

Persephone stomped her feet on the ground while sobbing at the loss of her first kite ever. She had thought of keeping it as a souvenir from this land. 

"Why are you so depressed?" Santiago had asked her when they were on the way to Capital."Wasn't it only a kite?"

Persephone wobbled her lip before whispering,"I wanted that kite as a souvenir." 

"A souvenir?" Santiago raised his brow. She could take anything as souvenir but a kite? It didn't set well with him or made any sense to him. Then again, when she this woman ever made sense to him? 

His ordinary brain wasn't enough to understand her. 

Persephone nodded. "I don't want to forget this place ever. Many years from now when I will remember this peculiar trip to this unknown land while sitting in saddening silence or solitude, I don't want to think of these memories as my mind deceiving me. Whenever I would look at that kite, I would remember that there had been a time when I had soared so high in the sky that I had flown with the wind to the land of freedom. And nothing was able to hold me back." 

'Souvenir' Santiago marked this word in his memory. 

If she was his, he would give her the only thing she craved as souvenir. 

But only if she was his. 

When they entered the capital city, it was already evening. And Persephone hadn't dared to close her eyes at all. No, her eyes were not fixated on the scenery out of the window but on a particular man who she wouldn't be able to see after tomorrow. She wanted to itch every frown, every gesture, or each movement of his in her mind. 

Back at her glided cage, whenever she would want to remember, she would just have to close her eyes and this man would be there, always present in her memories. 

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