TEST DRIVE: A Night of Forbidden Desire

A pleasant morning. There were no work schedules that required an immediate wake-up, and no ringing phone due to mom’s habit of pestering him. Beyond that… there was the warm body of someone who gave him a different feeling when he opened his eyes.

Vonda was in his embrace, still sound asleep, her hair all tangled. Her breathing was steady. Quite unlike last night, before they both fell asleep from exhaustion.

Max exhaled and looked up at the ceiling, realizing it was the second time he’d seen the same ceiling. It had become quite familiar.

For a few moments Max stayed still. He let their naked bodies, covered by the blanket, continue to warm each other intimately.

He could feel it. One of Vonda’s legs was lifted and resting on his, and her hand was still on his stomach. Meanwhile… her face was nestled against his chest.

This situation made Max’s chest pound. His heart was pounding and he quickly tried to calm down.

“Ehm.”

A long yawn from Vonda’s lips made Max shift his gaze. In his embrace, Vonda squirmed. She lifted her face and opened her eyes the next moment. Then she smiled.

“Good morning.”

Vonda’s voice sounded hoarse as she greeted Max, causing a goofy smile to appear on his face.

“I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

Vonda chuckled softly. “I thought you were gone.”

Max blinked. “You can think while still half asleep?”

A question that made Vonda laugh. “Not really, Max,” she sighed. “Just for a few seconds when I started to wake up… I thought you weren’t here. You were gone, like the other day.”

Max understood what Vonda meant. “Sorry. I had to run to the office then.”

“I know,” Vonda whispered as she slipped out of Max’s embrace. She sat up and grabbed the blanket to cover her chest. “You want some breakfast or something?”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Max sat up as well, running his hand through his hair, which was just as disheveled as Vonda’s. At that moment, he looked down at his fingers and noticed that not a single strand of hair had been lost.

Hmm. Quite remarkable. Considering how hard she pulled my hair last night; I thought I might be bald this morning.

“Breakfast?” Max grinned. “Who would turn that down?”

Vonda stood up and struggled to pick up something from the floor, which turned out to be her bra. She quickly put it on and then turned to her panties, which were not far from where she had found her bra earlier.

Vonda stood there wearing only these two pieces of clothing. Facing Max, who was getting his shirt from the nightstand.

“Um… did you know? The other day when I left your place in a hurry… I was actually wearing your shirt.”

Max held his shirt with one hand, apparently not planning to put it on just yet, as he was more interested in Vonda’s words.

“Yeah, I know. My closet was a bit of a mess,” Max said. “Why do you ask?”

Without answering Max’s question, Vonda sauntered over to the closet. She opened one of the doors, crouched down, and pulled out three pieces of clothing.

“Wow! My clothes!”

Vonda laughed. “Instead of that shirt, you better wear this t-shirt,” she said, handing the clothes to Max. “It’s more comfortable.”

“Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely.” Max took it with a chuckle. “I never thought I’d actually lose my clothes.”

“Typical! As for the flip-flops, don’t worry. I actually kept them in the shoe closet by the door.”

Originally, Vonda had planned to throw away these clothes and sandals. But she changed her mind, and Vonda was grateful.

A moment later, Vonda was wearing a comfortable t-shirt and shorts. After washing her face, she spoke to Max.

“I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Max nodded once and grabbed his phone. He checked a few things before deciding to get up. He washed his face and followed Vonda into the kitchen.

Vonda was taking rice out of the rice cooker after preparing cabbage, onions, and pepper for seasoning.

“I hope you’re not allergic to fried rice in the morning.”

Max approached and noticed that eggs and sausage were also being prepared. There was also a bowl of sliced papaya.

“Not at all,” Max replied, reaching for the bowl of papaya, and taking a piece with a fork. “Honestly, fried rice is much more respectable than the pizza that almost turned into crackers.”

Vonda set the rice down near the stove and frowned. “Pizza crackers?”

Max chuckled. “That’s because the pizza went in and out of the refrigerator and microwave several times. Well… let’s call them pizza-flavored crackers or crispy pizza.”

“You’re something else,” Vonda said as she prepared a glass of water and handed it to Max. “Drink this first.”

Max grinned. He realized that he should start his day with a glass of water instead of diving into a piece of papaya.

As Max enjoyed the papaya at the kitchen island, Vonda reached for a teddy bear patterned apron. She put it on and got ready to cook.

The distinct aroma of sauteed spices wafted through the air. Max, who was tasting the papaya, immediately started to sneeze. The same happened to Vonda. As a result, their sneezes seemed to be in response to each other, and they both burst out laughing.

Fortunately, the olfactory torture did not last long. In less than ten minutes, two plates of fried rice were served between them.

The breakfast was complete. There were eggs, sausages, tomato slices, and a few lettuce leaves. Judging by its appearance, Max was willing to bet that it would not disappoint in taste.

Vonda pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen island. She smiled meaningfully as Max grinned at his breakfast plate.

“I remember. Boys always eat more.”

Vonda’s words managed to make Max look up and burst into laughter.

“So…”

Max’s voice sounded between bites of fried rice. He took a slice of tomato and devoured it in one bite.

“… I’ve heard it before. They say it’s not good to have a plate of fried rice for breakfast.”

Vonda reached for another cracker. “Really? I didn’t know that.”

“That’s why I’m telling you. Eating a plate of fried rice for breakfast isn’t good,” Max said confidently, narrowing his eyes. “What is good is having two plates of fried rice for breakfast.”

Fortunately, Vonda did not choke on her food. But her laughter exploded.

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