World After Worlds

They had lunch, and Spencer ordered food for them. One thing Gale noticed, was the clothes and food, was Yanarym's fashion and favorites.

"You don't like it?" Spencer asked while he was slicing the steak. "You should eat, you will be occupied for hours. Rym texted me your schedule for today, she told me that you have to go to a salon and get a perm."

"I… I don't need it. This is too much Spencer." Gale said and twirl the carbonara on her fork. How could she describe this? Everything was such a fairytale for her. Spencer was treating her nicely, she felt like a princess in a fairytale.

But it was borrowed because everything was not for her. He was doing this because the real princess told him to. And her, the fake one was borrowing the prince for a day. She couldn't believe that she was enjoying it.

"Just enjoy it, Gale. Make the most of it." He said and took her plate, replacing it with the sliced steak. "Eat plenty." Gale lifted her gaze to Spencer and he was already ting the carbonara. She looked at the sliced steak and blush.

The feeling of being pampered, is this how it feels? She ate the steak, and when they finished, they headed to a salon. Spencer picked a hairstyle for her and he waited patiently on the couch. Like he was so used to doing this. It was a total of five hours when they were done doing her hair and waxing her body. They gave her free makeup too and she changed into the dress that Spencer bought earlier.

"Wow." He smiled at her. "You're beautiful." Gale blushed, she looked at the mirror and couldn't believe her eyes either. He said and looked at the gay assisting her makeover. "You did a good job, Ashton."

"I won't disappoint you and your girlfriend." Spencer laughed.

"She's not my girlfriend, she's the best friend of my girlfriend."

"My bad, anyway, she looks fabulous. You look so fabulous, girl."

"Thank you."

"Can you walk on heels?" Spencer shifted his attention to her and Gale felt so thrilled. She couldn't help thinking that- because she is so beautiful right now… maybe, Spencer would like her? "Gale, can you walk on heels?" Spencer asked again. She looked at her feet.

She's not used to wearing this but she could manage, however- she looked at Spencer's eyes and shook her head. He said, make the most of it. Her fairytale wasn't over yet, right? "Can you… hold me? I don't want to trip while walking." She murmured and Spencer smiled at her.

"Of course," he lent his arm, Gale coiled her arms to him and breathed heavily. "Thanks."

"No problem, escorting a beauty is an honor." She blushed more. And they walked back to the hotel wearing his coat… Gale felt so special- everyone on the streets feels like admiring her. Is this how Yanarym always felt? Gale looked across the way, there was the hotel.

The dream would be over once they stepped on the entrance door. She smiled weakly and looked at Spencer's handsome face. Then, suddenly he turned to her and their eyes met. He reached out for her face and tucked her hair on her ear. His finger brushed her cheek and zapped her.

This is wrong, but she didn't want it to end.

Hansel woke up at twelve. He felt hungry and was surprised that it was already noon and none came to his room to wake him. He massaged his head and saw that they finished three bottles of red wine last night with one whiskey… he was knocked out while he didn't know where Spencer went. He took his robe and opened his door.

Saw Gale waiting outside a room. It didn't take long when Spencer left that room. And they walked in the hallway to the elevator. Hansel smiled, Spencer was dumb, he really followed the plan of seducing Gale, didn't he? Didn't he see right through Hansel yesterday? Or was Spencer dense about Gale's feelings?

There's no need for seducing- Gale was already captivated by Spencer, ever since on that cruise. Also, that plan of seducing Gale, Yanarym won't hate Gale, instead, it could be Spencer received all the hatred. If that happens, it would be a perfect opportunity for Hansel to take the situation for granted.

He walked to the room where Spencer left and pressed the doorbell, three times. After minutes the door opened and he saw Yanarym yawning. Dressed in a robe, he could see that she was not wearing anything more than that.

"I saw Spencer left with Gale, where are they going?" Hansel asked, he held the door for her.

"Buying clothes, shoes, salon, bags for the party tonight," Yanarym mumbled and looked at him. "I'm sleepy, can we talk later?"

"Sure, text me if you're hungry, I'll take you outside."

"Hmm," she closed the door without even a goodbye. When she's like this, he misses her sacred cat's reaction to him. Hansel was about to turn around when the door opened again. "Should we have lunch together?" His smile widened.

Again, another invitation. Hansel was sure she had a thing for him. Stealing glances, shy smiles, gleaming eyes… She likes him too. "Sure."

"Wait for me in an hour." She said, Hansel looked at his watch, "Or you can just have lunch by yourself-"

"I'll wait."

"Great, I'll prepare fast." She nodded and walked out the door. She ran to the other room. But it was locked. "My clothes are all in here. Gale took the key card." Yanarym mumbled and tried to twist the handle of the door. Hansel's eyes examined her figure- her messy hair, the love marks on her shoulder and neck, and her bare feet. It's arousing to see… What a tease. "This is locked too." She walked back to the room where she came from and tried twisting the knob just to find out she locked herself out.

If she was she was acting all dumb to flirt with him or she was really clumsy, it doesn't matter because it is effective. And from his observation for the past days, she's a klutz. She couldn't really handle herself.

"I'll call for the spare key," Hansel said, seeing her pacing back and forth to the rooms trying to open one of them. "Stay here." He chuckled and he got to his room and quickly called for the spare key.

As he was talking to the receptionist he saw at the door that a group of men was whistling and cat-calling towards Yanarym's direction. He held the line, called for security, he left his room and saw that she was being surrounded by men. Hansel clenched his fist, he was about to get her but paused, what is he trying to do? He laughed at himself and stepped back. He watched her- observed what she would do in this situation. And honestly, he was not the type of man who would absentmindedly bolt to chaos… he already called the security, he could wait, however, he felt uneasy.

"Do you need help?" A man touched her arms casually, "Why are you alone, beautiful lady?" She flinched and backed off, her back against the wall, the men who seemed drunk laugh at her trembling shoulder.

"No, I'm fine, please leave." Yanarym meekly said and pushed the man, who was towering over her. But he held her hand and pulled her roughly. The other man grabbed her waist and leaned to her face.

"You can come to ours if you were locked out." Hansel subconsciously takes a step forward, his hands were formed into a fist, seeing that she was being touched by a filthy man- something inside him was stirred. Then he met her eyes, he couldn't look away or pretend that hebsaw nothing. He wanted to save her, although it would take him at a disadvantage. Hansel takes a deep breath, his eyes darted on her- his brows creased. This is not him, he sneered or maybe, this is her effect on him too.

"We'll have some fun there."

"Rym." Hansel unhurriedly walked to her, Yanarym bit the man's hand holding her and then went to Hansel's and hid. "Are you hurt?" Hansel took off the robe he was wearing and wrapped it on her.

"No," she shook her head to hide behind his back. Gripping the hem of his shirt. The drunken men turned to them while the other one was glaring because of the harm Yanarym inflicted him. One thing is for sure, he will get back.

"Oh, are you the boyfriend?" The other man snickered and looked at Hansel from head to toe. As if he was provoking Hansel to fight.

"Let's go Sel," Yanarym whispered from behind, pulling him to the open door. The one-man saw that and hurriedly blocked her from escaping.

"We're still talking to you swee- ah! Fuck!"