“Good,” he said, his grip tightening on my hips. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”With that, he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. The bed rocked beneath us, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. I clung to the sheets, my body convulsing with each powerful stroke. This was it, I thought dizzily. This was what I’d been waiting for.“Dylan,” I moaned, my voice breaking as the pressure built to an unbearable level. “I’m so close.”“Not yet,” he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he slowed his movements. “I told you, I decide when you come. And right now, you’re going to focus on me. On what I’m doing to you.”His fingers found my clit, circling it gently as he continued to thrust into me with measured strokes. The combination was nearly unbearable, my body shuddering with the effort of holding back. “Dylan, please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I can’t—”“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck. “Just feel. That’s
Sinubukan kong itulak palayo ang nararamdaman ko mula noong nakita ko sila kahapon. Naiintindihan ko na nagsasaliksik siya ng mga opsyon, at wala akong karapatang magdikta kung ano ang gusto niya. Pero bakit masakit pa ring makita siyang kasama ng iba? Hindi ko dapat nararamdaman ito. Kung papayagan ko ito, matatalo ako. At hindi ko hahayaang mangyari iyon. Anuman itong nararamdaman ko, kailangan kong itigil ito—agad.Kinabukasan, tumumaas ang galit sa aking katawan, na pinapalakas ng magdamag na hindi ako nakatulog dahil sa eksena kahapon. Hindi ko maiwasang makita ang imahe niyang kasama siya.Kailangan ko na siyang harapin ngayon, pero determinado akong iwasan siya. Nang makita ko siya sa pasilyo, agad akong umiwas ng tingin. Nakita ko ang pagkunot ng kanyang noo sa biglang distansya. Hindi naman kami madalas mag-usap sa opisina. Ayokong may maghinala sa amin, lalo na ang kanyang ama, na kami’y higit pa sa isang simpleng fling.In the middle of a presentation by another employee, I
I swallowed hard, feeling the sudden rush of heat rise to my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was from the close proximity or the pressure of having this conversation right now, but I was struggling to hold my ground. "It’s not a game," I said, trying to steady my voice, even as my heart raced. "It’s just... we’re at work. We can't act like this here."Dylan looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "And why not? Are you saying you’re embarrassed to be seen with me? Because if you are, I’ll happily leave you to your... ‘professionalism.’"I stared at him in disbelief. "What? No, it’s not like that!" I protested, my hands flailing helplessly. "You know I’m not embarrassed by you. It’s just—" I paused, feeling like an idiot. "This is a workplace, Dylan. It’s not the place for us to... I don’t know, mess around."Mabuti na lang at may kumausap sa kanya, kaya I took that chance to slip away. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked briskly down the hallway, and I could practically see the steam coming o
He kissed my neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire along my sensitive skin. His hands roamed over my body, exploring, claiming. He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples, making me gasp. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.I arched into his touch, my head falling back, exposing the delicate skin of my throat. "Yes," I breathed, my voice barely audible. I had never felt so desired, so possessed, and it ignited a fire within me.His hands continued their exploration, sliding down my body, tracing the curve of my waist, and then lower, until he reached the hem of my dress. With deft fingers, he began to lift it, inch by inch, revealing my smooth thighs and the lace-trimmed edges of my panties."So beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and with a gentle tug, he slid my panties down my legs, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.My breath quickened as I felt the cool
"Sweet dreams, my love," tawag niya habang ako’y umaalis, ang boses niya may halong pang-aasar ngunit may kasamang isang bagay na hindi ko maipaliwanag. Hindi ko tinangkang lumingon, natatakot na baka magsimulang magduda ako sa aking sarili.Kinabukasan sa opisina, ibang kwento na naman. Pumasok si Dylan nang huli, tulad ng dati, at mukhang sobrang kuntento at refreshed para sa isang tao na ginabi ako kagabi. Nandiyan na ako sa desk ko, nagkukunwaring hindi siya pinapansin habang dumadaan siya sa aking cubicle."Good morning, Miss Suarez," he greeted, his voice a little too loud and a lot too teasing.I looked up, narrowing my eyes. "Good morning, Mr. Cojuangco."His grin widened at my professional tone, and I could tell he was enjoying this far too much. "Did you sleep well?""Perfectly, thank you," Nagsinungaling ako, ang mga pisngi ko'y namumula habang bumabalik sa aking isipan ang mga alaala ng nakaraang gabi."Good to hear," he said, leaning casually against my desk. "Because I w
I crossed my arms over my chest, standing firm. “Just because,” I replied, my tone carrying more finality than I felt.Ngunit sa kaloob-looban ko, ang mga emosyon ko ay parang isang bagyong dumadaluyong, sabay-sabay na nag-uumpugan at naglalaban. Hindi ko matanggal ang larawan mula sa ilang araw na nakaraan—ang alaala ng nakita kong magkasama sila ng babae sa restaurant. Ang paraan ng pagtawa nila, ang tingin ni Dylan sa kanya, at ang halatang koneksyon nila. Isang panga ng selos ang tumusok sa aking dibdib, ngunit pinilit ko itong pigilan. Hindi ko hahayaang makita niya iyon. Hindi ako ganoong babae—yung madaling magpa-apekto sa mga maliliit na bagay.This wasn’t me. It couldn’t be.I didn’t like him. He didn’t like me. We’d agreed on that, hadn’t we? This was supposed to be nothing more than... an arrangement. A casual thing. Nothing serious. So why was I suddenly feeling so deeply conflicted?I shifted, breaking the heavy silence between us. “You don’t get it, Dylan,” I added softl
It wasn’t just about the tension between us—it was everything. His smirk, the way he somehow always knew just how to push my buttons, the way his eyes lingered on me when he thought I wasn’t looking.I opened my eyes and stared at my computer screen, willing myself to concentrate. Work. That’s what I needed to focus on. But the thought of Dylan kept creeping into my mind. Every time I tried to type, my fingers froze, my thoughts slipping back to him, to the way he had stood in front of me, so confident, so infuriatingly charming.I could feel the ache of his presence still hanging in the air, like a fog I couldn’t shake. He was unpredictable, constantly catching me off guard. And what was worse, he was starting to make me question things I had never questioned before—my control, my resolve, even my own feelings. It made my head spin.I grabbed a pen and began tapping it rhythmically on my desk, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Focus, Amalia," I muttered under my breath. "Focus."
I took a deep breath, setting my fork down on the plate with a little more force than necessary. “Curiosity is a dangerous thing,” I replied, my tone sharp. “And I’m not in the habit of asking about your personal life, Dylan. It’s none of my business.”His eyes flickered with something like amusement, but also a flicker of something deeper that I couldn’t quite place. “You sure about that?” he asked, his voice soft, almost coaxing.I swallowed, looking down at my plate. “Yes. I’m sure. Whatever you do, whoever you’re with—it's not my concern. We’re not... anything.”Dylan leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he studied me closely. “You think it’s not your concern? That what happens between us doesn’t matter?”I looked up at him, trying to steady the erratic beat of my heart. “I’m not playing this game with you, Dylan,” I said firmly. “I’m here for dinner, nothing more. And when it’s over, I’ll go back to my life.”Naglabas siya ng mababang tawa, hindi inaalis ang mga mat
Ang bahay at kompanyang iniwan ni Papa para sa akin, ngunit napunta sa kamay ng madastra kong si Miranda.Balita ko'y nagkakaproblema na sila ngayon. Ang kompanya’y walang namamahala dahil wala akong lugar doon—ang tunay na tagapagmana. Dahil sa ginawa ni Dylan, hindi na rin nila naangkin ang buong kontrol. Ang kompanya ay naghihintay na lamang sa akin, at ang kailangan ko na lang gawin ay kunin ang mga papeles upang maayos ang lahat.Nasa bahay silang mag-ina ngayon—ang bahay na ipinagkait sa akin noon. Bagamat hindi ko sila paaalisin agad, nais kong iparamdam sa kanila ang halaga ng lahat ng ito. Kailangan nilang matutunan ang kanilang pagkakamali. Ngunit higit sa lahat, nais kong mabawi ang mga bagay na may sentimental na halaga para sa akin—ang mga alaala ni Papa na nakapaloob sa bahay na iyon.Lalo na ang kanyang mga painting.Ang mga iyon ang pinakamatibay na alaala ko sa kanya. Kasama ng kanyang mga gamit, gusto kong ibalik ang lahat ng iyon sa tamang lugar—sa akin. Hindi para s
As he lay there, spent and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. I had taken control, dominating Dylan in a way that neither of them had expected. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I never knew I could feel this way." I smiled, my heart filled with a mixture of desire and triumph. "This is just the beginning, Dylan. There's so much more I want to show you." Ang linggong iyon ay puno ng mga bagong simula at masayang sandali na magkasama kami. Ngunit ang isang gabi ay tumatak nang husto—ang hapunan kasama ang ama ni Dylan sa kanilang engrandeng bahay. Ito ang unang beses kong makapasok sa ganoong kagilas-gilas na lugar, at sobra akong kinakabahan! Habang naglalakad kami papasok sa malalaking double doors, hindi ko mapigilang mamangha sa laki at karangyaan ng bahay. Ang mataas na kisame, eleganteng mga chandelier, at napaka-gandang kasangkapan ay parang eksena sa isang pelikula. Hinigpitan ko ang hawak ko sa kamay ni Dylan, tila nag
Sumiksik ako sa kanyang dibdib, dinig na dinig ang tibok ng kanyang puso. Ang tunog na iyon ay nagbibigay sa akin ng seguridad, ng paniniwala na magiging maayos ang lahat."Handa akong harapin ang mundo kasama ka, Dylan," sabi ko, puno ng determinasyon. "Hindi na ako matatakot. Hindi na ako tatakbo. Para sa'yo, para kay Mateo, at para sa ating kinabukasan."Ngumiti siya, ang ngiting nagdala ng liwanag sa buong kwarto. "That’s all I ever wanted to hear from you, my love.""I want to give you everything you've ever wanted," he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to be the one to make it right."Before I could respond, Dylan's lips were on mine, and the world around us seemed to fade away. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender exploration of their unspoken desires. But as our lips parted slightly, the passion ignited.I responded eagerly, my hands reaching up to thread through his hair, pulling him closer. I could taste the hint of cinnamon from his, and it only fueled my d
Naningkit ang mga mata ko. "What did you do, Dylan?" usisa ko, pilit na hinahanap ang kasagutan sa kanyang mukha.Tumawa siya nang mahina, ngunit seryoso ang sunod niyang sinabi. "I just found out that you are rich..."Nanlaki ang mga mata ko. "Huh? What are you talking about?"Tumingin siya sa akin nang diretso, ang mga mata niya’y puno ng sinseridad. "Remember when I spent years looking for you?"Tumango ako. "Yes... and?""Instead of finding you at first, I found something else," sagot niya, tila may mabigat na sasabihin. "I discovered that your stepmother, Miranda, and her daughter abused you. They took everything—your company, your house—everything that was rightfully yours. Ginamit nila ang lahat ng iyon para sa pansarili nilang kapakanan.""What?!" halos sigaw ko, ang boses ko’y nanginginig sa galit at pagkabigla.Hinila niya ako palapit at niyakap nang mahigpit, pinipigilan ang panginginig ng aking katawan. "Yes, Amalia. They’re yours. Lahat ng inagaw nila sa'yo, ibinalik ko n
"I'm sorry, I guess I can't hug your boyfriend, Claire," biro ko, pilit na sinasabayan ang pagiging seryoso ni Dylan."Hmph," ungol ni Dylan habang nakakunot ang noo. "There's no need for that.""Relax, Mr. Husband," sagot ko, pinisil ang kamay niya sa aking bewang. "Julian is like a brother to me, and you know that."Ngunit hindi pa rin mapigil ang pagbuntong-hininga ni Dylan. "Still, I'd rather not take chances," sagot niya na may bahid ng paglalambing, ngunit halata rin ang pagiging seryoso.“Wow, Dylan,” sabat ni Claire habang umiiling. “Looks like Amalia’s stuck with a jealous husband.”“I prefer protective,” sagot niya nang mabilis, na tila ipinamamalas ang kanyang pagmamay-ari sa akin.Napailing na lang ako habang natatawa, ngunit sa loob-loob ko, masaya ako. Ang possessiveness ni Dylan ay hindi nakakainis, kundi nakakapagbigay ng pakiramdam ng seguridad—isang bagay na matagal kong hinanap sa buhay ko."Dylan, this is Claire and her boyfriend, Julian," sabi ko, na dinidiinan an
"Amalia, I will love you every single day of my life. I will love you through every fear and doubt. I’m never letting you go again."At sa sandaling iyon, alam kong tama ang naging desisyon ko. Hindi ko na hahayaang hadlangan ng takot ang kaligayahan namin. Wala nang atrasan. Handa na akong harapin ang lahat, kasama si Dylan—ang lalaking mahal ko, ang ama ni Mateo, at ang taong handang itaya ang lahat para sa amin.Sa simpleng opisina ng municipal hall, nakatayo kami sa harap ng officiant. Suot ko ang isang puting damit na hiniram ko kay Claire, at si Dylan naman ay naka-tuxedo. Hawak niya ang kamay ko, mahigpit ngunit puno ng pagmamahal. Mabilis ang pangyayari. Kahapon madaming ginawa si Dylan. Madami siyang tinawagan sa biglaang desisyon namin. Inubos namin ang araw na iyon para sa gagawin namin. While me, I called Claire to inform them to attend to as my family, as my witness. She was so shock at nagalit pa nga dahil sa hindi na siya naging updated sa aking buhay. Sa aking love lif
Nakatitig lang ako sa kanya, tila walang sapat na salita upang sagutin ang bigat ng kanyang damdamin. Ang bawat katagang sinabi niya ay parang palaso na tumama sa puso ko—sugat na matagal nang nakakubli, ngunit ngayon ay muling sumibol ang kirot."I never meant to disappear, Dylan," mahina kong tugon, halos pabulong. "Pero sa panahon na iyon, hindi ko alam kung paano haharapin ang lahat. Lahat ng sakit, lahat ng pagkawala. Mateo was the only thing that kept me going."Napayuko ako, pilit na ikinukubli ang mga luha na pilit na gustong lumaya. "I thought… I thought it would be easier to leave you. To let you go. Pero mali ako. Every day, I missed you. Every day, I wished you were there to see Mateo’s first smile, his first laugh, his first step."Hindi ko napigilan ang pag-agos ng luha ko. "Iyon ang pinakamasakit, Dylan. Na sa bawat milestone ng anak natin, wala ka. Pero ako rin ang dahilan kung bakit ka wala roon. And for that, I’m sorry."Bigla niyang hinawakan ang kamay ko, mahigpit
"Oh, Dylan," I panted, my hands gripping the sheets. "I need you inside me."He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Not yet, my love. I want to taste every inch of you first."With that, he dove back in, his tongue probing deeper, his fingers working in perfect rhythm. My body trembled as waves of pleasure washed over me. I was on the brink of orgasm, but Dylan seemed to sense this and pulled back, denying my release."Please, Dylan," I begged, my voice hoarse. "I can't take much more."He smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes. "I want to hear you beg for it."My cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. I had never been one to openly express my desires, but Dylan was drawing out a side of me I never knew existed. "I want you, Dylan," I whispered, my voice gaining strength. "I need your cock inside me. Please, fuck me."His eyes widened at my boldness, and he stood up, his hard cock straining against his pants. He quickly shed his clothes, revealing his muscu
But now, as we stood face to face, there was a glimmer of hope that perhaps the wounds could be healed.Dylan's lips curved into a slight smile, a hint of nervousness and anticipation playing across his features. He wanted this moment to be perfect, to make up for all the lost time. Slowly, he reached out, his hand gently caressing my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. It was a simple touch, but it conveyed a world of emotion.My heart raced faster, and I found myself leaning into his touch, closing my eyes briefly to savor the sensation. When I opened them again, I saw the question in his eyes—a silent plea for forgiveness and a chance to start anew. Without a word, I nodded, my eyes glistening with unshed tears.Nang magtagpo ang aming mga labi, ito'y malambot at maingat sa simula, tila tinatantiya kung tatanggapin ko ang kanyang pag-amin ng pagsisisi at pagmamahal. Ngunit habang tumatagal, ang halik niya'y naging mas malalim, mas totoo—punong-puno ng emosyon, para bang ito na an