Claire saw the man came closer to her.
His face is moving towards hers. Her eyes widened and panicked.
What do I do? Should I scream? Should I kick him?
She did neither of what she thought.
When his face is an inch away from her, Claire has found her voice.
"No! No, Sir! This is---” Claire’s plead was cut off.
The man kissed her again and again and again.
His hands started roaming around her body. Then untangled the ribbon of her apron.
The man pulled her apron little by little.
When the strap of her apron was removed from her waist, he took the piece of cloth and rolled it with his one hand, and threw it away while kissing her.
Then he continued undressing her!
First button...
Second button...
Third button...
On the last button of her dress, his magnificent hands went up to her breast, and he kneaded it!
Claire gasped loudly.
Then his lips went down to her neck and down to the cheek of her breast.
A slight moan escaped her lips!
"No, please stop it, Sir!" Claire pleaded again, but the man did not listen to her.
He just continued what he was doing.
Then his expert hand went to her back to unclasp her bra.
He successfully unclasped her bra. He then removed it, and he kneaded her breast.
He kissed it.
He sucked it simultaneously.
He was like a baby who's been hungry for a day!
Then, a loud moan escaped from her.
She kept on moaning and moaning! Then the guy’s hand went down to her!
"Nooooo! Please!" Claire said suddenly and stopped the man’s hand.
The man looked at her and smiled.
"But your body is telling me to go on. Do I really have to stop now?" and touched her.
A loud moan. "Nooooo, please!"
"Do you really want me to stop?"
"Noooooooo!"
"What 'no'?"
"Please don't stop! Please!"
He smiled, " Your wish is my command."
He successfully removed all her dress. He stood up and looked at her as if memorizing every inch of her body.
“You’re so beautiful.” The man commented.
He came back and began kissing every inch of her.
He took her hand and put it on his.
She began caressing him, and a loud moan was released from his mouth, so the guy punished her and entered his finger in her!
It kept on moving and moving until she begged for more!
She also moved her hand to return the favor!
So the guy couldn't control it! "You're all wet! I'm going to enter now!"
So he placed his on hers, and on the first thrust, he couldn’t enter hers, but he kept on pushing and pulling!
Claire felt a little pain on hers, but when he fully entered her and thrust in her the pain was replaced with pleasure!
They've done it for several times and several positions. Claire felt like she was an expert even though it was her first time doing it with someone.
The guy fell asleep. He looked at the guy and memorized his all.
She touched his face. She took his hand, and kissed it for the last time.
"I know what we did was bad. This will just be a one night stand. I can't say that I was raped because I've loved it. I love how you made me special. I love how you made me a woman. I love how you made me beautiful. I love how you made me feel loved. I love how ----"
"Grace" the guy murmured in his sleep
"So yeah, back to reality. Bye" tears fell from her cheek.
She took her clothes and took her things and left the room.
3 hours passed by. I have to go! Gina's cart is no longer here! And it's already 8 in the evening!
Vladimir suddenly woke up.
"Graaaaace!" Vladimir shouted. He jolted and touched the other side of the bed. "Where's Gra----" Vladimir’s head was aching! He can't move an inch!
So he lay down again!
“Where are you, Grace. I know you were here! I still can feel you! Where are you? Where did you go?" Then he felt a slight sting at his back, so he touched it! "Ouch!"
He remembered last night Grace scratched his back! He was sure of it!
"Now I am certain that Grace was really here last night!" But he can't move an inch because of his headache! So, he stayed on his bed.
"Damn, headache," and he called room service for his breakfast and medicine.
After thirty minutes, his door rang, so he had to open the door to get his food and get rid of his headache!
He removed the blanket off of him, and then he saw blood on his bed!
He was puzzled. Why would blood be all over his bed!
"It's not from my scratch! The blood is on my pillow! Who's--- Grace?"
But she wasn't a virgin the first time we made love! And we've been fu***ng for almost every day when we were together, so it's impossible for her to---
“I am not Grace, Sir."
Vladimir remembered a scene.
Goodness!
Then with his head ached, he suddenly wore his clothes without taking a bath. I went to the door and took the food and medicine he asked.
He ate a little and drank the medicine.
I need to think straight.
He called his secretary after drinking his medicine.“Lyn, get the CCTV footage of last night on this building. “ Vladimir commanded.
After 5 minutes, the footage he asked for was sent to his phone.
Then he looked at the girl.
Zoomed in the face, and he saw that it really was not Grace!
She looked like her because of her eyes, but she is really not Grace!
He called the housekeeping department and asked for the woman’s name who cleaned his room.
"It's Mary Gina Cordova and Claire Samaniego, Mr. Villazanta." Paul, the Head Security manager of the hotel, told him.
"Okay," Vladimir said.
He then called his secretary to get the information of the two women.
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Vladimir Villazanta II is the son of Vladimir Villlazanta and Celestine Villazanta. Vladimir is now the managing director of all their businesses, from 5-star hotels to fine dining restaurants to malls and resorts. Name it. He has it! He is the only child of the Villazanta. The sole heir of the Villazanta Group of Company, the behemoth company located in the Philippines, the largest, the most influential company all over Asia and soon Europe. The hotel he checked in last night is one of the hotels he manages. He is basically living there. If only his mother allowed him to just leave in that room, he could, but his mom doesn’t want him to do so. So, once a week, he sleeps there, where he and Grace shared their nights together. Vladimir Villazanta is a bachelor that every woman has been dreaming of. He is a 33-year old bachelor, he was a playboy when he met Grace, but he changed when Grace came. Grace is the only woman for him. He changed for her. Grace is Vladimir’s history.
Claire came out of the room and started working again, but thankfully the assigned task for the day was already done, thanks to Gina. She came down to their department to look for Gina, but unfortunately, she just went home. “Kaye, have you seen Gina?” “She just went home, Claire. She has been looking for you. Where have you been? Were you slacking off somewhere?” Kaye teasingly said. She just laughed and thanked her. “Bye, Kaye. Thank you.” Claire said. She’s too tense to entertain people right now. What happened to her in that room is a secret. It should remain a secret forever. I think he wouldn’t even know that I went there and something happened between us, right? But what if he will remember? He was drunk. What if? Claire sighed with the thought. What should I do? What if she will come and sue me? You should be the one suing him, not the other way around. But---I liked what happened. What should I dooooo! Claire is inside the women’s locker room. She is alone be
The landlady looked at her with a reassuring look. “I do not doubt you. I know you will.” Her landlady assuredly said. Her landlady stood up and went to her door. She opened the door and was about to come out when we stopped and looked at her. “Claire,” her landlady called. “Yes, Ma’am?” “Someone was looking for you a while ago. It’s a guy, and he looked tough. He asked me if I knew you, and I said I didn't know you. Who was that, Claire? Do you know him?” “I don’t know someone here, Ma’am. I am not really sure who that was” “Okay, Claire. I’ll be going now.” Her landlady came out of her room and closed the door. Someone is looking for me?! Who would that be? I have to look for a new place too! I can’t afford to get caught her. She stood up and changed, and went outside to look for a new place. The day is about to end. She did not find a new place. She found one, but it’s too expensive, she can afford to pay for it from her savings, but doesn’t even have a job she won'
Three months later Claire was at her workplace. She is now a receptionist in a Chinese fine-dining restaurant. She was giving out the bill on the table when she smell something that got her dizzy and nauseous. She was at the stairs when she smell it again. She stopped in the middle of the stairs when she felt like vomiting, she felt like her surroundings was turning. Claire got out-balanced. She was ready to fall when someone caught her from falling, and her mind went blank. Claire felt that the person who caught her lifted her and shouted. “Get out of the way.” Claire woke up and saw that she was inside a room. Her eyes roamed around. She was about to stand up when she felt dizzy again. “Aw,” Claire exclaimed. Where am I? My head is aching so bad! Claire smelled something, and that upset her stomach. Gosh! I want to vomit, but I’m too dizzy to do so. She covered her mouth so that she would not vomit anywhere. She tried to stand up when the door opened. She didn’t bot
Claire’s POV Claire is still in the hospital, thinking about her situation. Vladimir Villazanta came out to settle her papers to be discharged from the hospital. Why does he need to check out for me? Why does he need someone to search for me? I mean, he can just forget about everything and move on. It’s not like he lost something. It was I who lost everything. My everything. Claire sighed and looked at the window. She looked around, and she saw fruits beside her bed. Thank God there’s something to eat and lessen my stress. She took an orange and started peeling it off. She sighed once again while peeling the fruit. I still can’t believe that I’m pregnant. What should I do? “Should I just run away?” Claire said out loud. “Yes, of course, you can do that. I’ll just let my people come and get you, and it’ll be a waste of time for me and money for you, so I think you just disregard what you’re thinking and just eat.” Vladimir said. Claire screamed at the top of her lung! “W
Vladimir’s POV Vladimir touched his temple while putting back his phone. That woman never learns from her mistake. Gosh! The nerve to even change there! Thank God I didn’t tell Paul to look out for her. Vladimir leaned on her seat and looked up the ceiling when the door of Claire’s room opened. He turned to see who had come out and saw Claire in her uniform. Speaking of the devil. Tsk tsk. He saw Claire tiptoeing and slowly closing the door. She was ready to run when he spoke. “You won’t be able to run away again, Claire. You’ll just hurt the baby. You’re pregnant, Claire. Think about the baby before doing something that will harm the baby.” Vladimir said and stood up. Claire screamed because she got surprised by Vladimir’s voice. She touched her chest and looked at him. “Will you stop that! Gosh! You’re always making me nervous! And I am not running away. I was just,” she taught of something. “I was looking for a comfort room. Because my child is telling me to eat someth
Vladimir’s POV Vladimir comes out of Claire’s door. He then walked towards the bench and sat there. He was about to get his phone when he remembered what had happened a while ago. Nah. She won’t try to run away again. So, he just sat there and took his polo, but he stopped midway. Should I wear this? Or—-hmm… I’ll just wait for my driver. So, Vladimir waited for his driver without his clothes on. He looked at the ceiling while waiting for his driver when someone called him. “Vlad?” He looked at the person who called him. It was his friend Ricardo, the doctor, who checked on Claire. “Oh! Is that the new trend?” His friend Ricardo teasingly said. He looked away and spoke
Vladimir’s POV “Here. You can sign that tomorrow after reading it.” He said. Claire took the contract. Vladimir saw Claire wiping her tears away when he entered a while ago. So, he contemplates giving the contract to her. That’s why she did those things towards Claire. He wants to assure her that he will take care of his child and her. He wanted to tell her that he was ready to raise the baby. That he will raise his son on his own. “What’s this for?” Claire asked. “A contract of giving me the custody of the child,” Vladimir answered. Claire is still looking at the papers. “Why should I give you the sole custody to my child? This child is also mine,” Claire said while holding her stomach and look at him.
The evening stretched out slowly, the kind of night where the city outside seemed to blur into the background, almost nonexistent. Inside the apartment, the air was warm, filled with the soft hum of the fridge and the quiet ticking of the clock. The lamps cast a gentle, golden light, wrapping everything in a kind of peaceful cocoon.Claire sat on the couch, her legs tucked under a blanket, watching Vladimir move around the kitchen. The sound of him stirring a pot, the quiet clink of utensils against plates, was a comfort—a rhythm that had settled into their days.She admired the way he worked. There was something about the way his hands moved, fluid and confident, like he was completely in his element.He hummed softly to himself, a tune that felt familiar but not quite, a quiet sound that added to the peaceful atmosphere. It wasn’t the kind of music that filled the room with volume; it was the kind that quietly existed in the background, like the feeling of being at home.After a whi
The morning light peeked through the curtains, soft and lazy, casting a warm glow across the apartment.The air still had a bite to it, a lingering chill that made the bed feel even more inviting. Claire and Vladimir lay just a few inches apart, neither of them moving, as if the calm of the morning had settled in them too. It wasn’t the tense quiet that used to fill the space, but something different—something easier, more at home.Vladimir was the first to stir, his hand reaching for the edge of the blanket. His fingers brushed against Claire’s, just enough to stir her from her thoughts. She blinked slowly, then turned her head to look at him. There was no rush today. He smiled at her, his voice still thick with sle
The apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside—cars rolling by, the occasional muffled voices of pedestrians, the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. The warm glow from the kitchen lights softened the space, casting shadows along the wooden floor. It felt… still, but not in a bad way. Just in the way nights sometimes do when there’s nothing left to do but exist at the moment.Claire walked towards the living room and when she arrived she sat down and curled up on the couch, she put the blanket that she got in their room with the cup of hot tea in her left hand. She then put it over her legs, and she then put her fingers wrapped around the warm mug of chamomile tea.The faint scent of honey and herbs mixed with the lingering aroma of the pasta they had made earlier.Across from her was Vladimir, where he sat in his usual spot, legs stretched out, slowly stirring his coffee even though it had long since dissolved.They weren’t talking to each other, but that
The quiet of their apartment felt heavier than ever as Claire sat in the living room, absentmindedly tracing the edges of a book on the coffee table.Vladimir had been distant, even though they had just shared a tender moment, kissing her as if it was the last time. There was an aching tenderness in the way his lips met hers, but the kiss ended too soon, leaving her feeling both cherished and forsaken.She had noticed the subtle changes in him—the way he sometimes pulled away after they made love, or how his touch lingered with an intensity that felt more like desperation than affection. It was as if he was trying to fill some void, some empty space within himself, but Claire couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just a stand-in.The absence of Grace, though not spoken of, seemed to cast an ever-present shadow in their relationship.Claire's thoughts swirled in her head. Is he really here with me, or am I just someone to distract him from the past?As she stared out of the window, wa
Days passed after their heart-to-heart talk, it felt like they had broken through a barrier, but a new weight began to settle on Claire’s chest. She keeps on overthinking about everything. Yes, she knew that Vladimir was always there. Always there when she needed help. He was always there, even with small things. He was being considerate of her. Extra considerate that she felt that it was so unnatural. It was unnatural that she felt that he was covering something up.Vladimir seemed more present, more mindful of their time together, but there was still something lingering in the air. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was—maybe it was the way he held her a little longer when they kissed, or how his touch seemed just a touch more urgent.The intimacy was there, but there is still something missing.But there was also a quietness to him now. So quiet that she just can't say the things she wants to say.He no longer spoke of Grace, and though his actions seemed more thoughtful, the distance be
The days that followed felt different—lighter, yet more intense. The air between Claire and Vladimir had shifted, and though they were still navigating the complexities of their new life together, there was a newfound peace between them. Their conversations grew deeper, more open, each layer of uncertainty peeling away with each passing day.Outside their condo’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights of Bonifacio Global City flickered against the night sky. The streets below were still alive with movement—cars gliding smoothly along the well-paved roads, a group of late-night joggers passing by, and the distant hum of a motorcycle engine cutting through the relative quiet.From their vantage point, Claire could see the neon signs of high-end restaurants and coffee shops, their warm glow reflecting off the glass buildings that towered around them.Inside, the ambiance was calmer. The modern elegance of their home—muted earth tones, sleek furniture, and soft ambient lighting—created
Claire looked at Vladimir intimately. She can feel something in the way he is looking at her.Love? But, why? How? When?Lots of questions kept on popping in her head. She can't just ask him those things. Because she knows the reason. He doesn't love her. He loves Grace, and that's the reason why she was at their wedding yesterday, to make her feel jealous.But why is he looking at me like this?Vladimir moved and propped himself up on one arm, looking down at her. While she is still lying down on the bed.“Last night…” he began, his voice trailing off as though searching for the right words.“I know things between us have been complicated, but I meant everything I said. I never wanted to make you feel like you were second to anyone.” Vladimir uttered, as if he sensed what she was thinking, to herself.Claire’s heart ached with a bittersweet mix of emotions. She doesn't know if she will believe him or what. Their marriage is not because of love, not on her part though. He loves the man
The tension between them was unbearable, a silent current that crackled in the space between their bodies. Claire could hardly focus on anything except the steady, deliberate way Vladimir looked at her—as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.Her skin was warm beneath his touch, a contrast to the cool air in the dimly lit room. Every inch of her felt exposed, not just physically, but emotionally. She had spent so long guarding herself, pushing down the emotions she didn’t fully understand, but now… she was laid bare before him in more ways than one.Vladimir’s fingers brushed along the curve of her waist, a featherlight touch that sent shivers racing down her spine. His movements were slow, calculated, as if giving her every opportunity to stop him. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because, despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her, she didn’t want to stop.“Are you scared?” he murmured, h
"There," Vladimir uttered as he was pulling her arms away from her bosom. The moment her arms were pulled all the way to her head with one hand, pinning her arms in the air, she saw his eyes twinkle. She could see admiration in his eyes.Claire’s breath hitched as Vladimir’s hands moved gently but with unmistakable authority. Her arms remained on top of her head even though she could feel his grip was slowly loosening, as if her body were already betraying her, allowing him to take the control she had tried to keep.Her heart raced. The vulnerability she felt was both terrifying and exhilarating, and the air between them was thick with desire. Vladimir’s eyes never left hers as he slowly moved closer. She could feel the warmth of his body pressing against hers, the contrast of his towel against her bare skin."You look beautiful like this," Vladimir’s voice was a whisper, a soft rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.Claire swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts, but her mind