I met his thrusts with equal fervor, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies creating a symphony of flesh.As our passion reached its peak, Dylan's hand found my clit, his fingers working in tandem with his thrusts. My breath caught, my body tensing as the pleasure spiraled out of control."Dylan! No!" I struggled of pleasure."Ohh!" I moaned."Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice rough. "Let me feel you come around my cock."His words were the final push I needed. With a cry, my body shattered, my orgasm ripping through me. I clenched around him, my walls pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Dylan followed me over the edge, his own release spilling deep within me, hot and juicy. His body trembling with the force of his slow climax inside me.I moaned every climax he do. "Ah!" "Oh!" Hinabol ko ang aking hininga dahil sa nangyari. Hot liquid still running inside me. I close my eyes. Sana hindi nila kami narinig! I was so clumsy and noisy that I forgot we are in my
Naamoy ko pa rin ang pabango niya sa mga kumot, at parang sumipa ang puso ko nang makita ko siyang gising na, naka-sandal sa isang siko, nakatingin sa akin nang may lambing na para bang ako lang ang babae sa mundo.“Good morning,” bulong niya, mababa at puno ng init ang boses.“Good morning,” sagot ko, namumula ang pisngi sa titig niya.He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “You were smiling in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should tell him. But then I decided to let my heart speak. “Us,” I admitted softly. “I was dreaming about us—our future, the life we’re building together.”Dylan’s expression softened further, and he leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. “You have no idea how much that means to me, Amalia.”Pero pagbalik sa opisina, bumalik ang realidad—ang bigat ng aming secret relationship. Hindi kami makapagpalitan ng kahit simpleng tingin dahil sa takot na baka may makahalata. Si Dylan, anak ng CEO
My heart felt like it was shattering with every passing second, and anger bubbled inside me, hot and unrelenting.“Damn it, Dylan!” I hissed through gritted teeth, my hands trembling as I shoved clothes into my bag. My tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.By the time I left the office, I was barely holding it together. I walked to the nearest bus stop, not even caring about the strange looks from strangers as tears streamed down my face. I climbed into the bus and sat in the corner, clutching my bag like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face. “Miss, are you okay?” he asked softly.I shook my head, unable to speak. He didn’t press further, letting me cry quietly as the bus moved through the city. Every moment felt heavier than the last, the betrayal replaying in my mind like a cruel joke.Pagdating ko sa apartment ko, nagmamadali akong pumasok, agad na dinampot ang kahit ano mang sa
"Oh my goodness, Amalia..." Claire’s voice trembled with shock as she stared at her phone, her eyes wide with disbelief."What is it..." I whispered weakly, my mind already clouded with dread.Inabot niya sa akin ang telepono, nanginginig ang kamay niya, at agad kong naramdaman ang bigat sa aking dibdib. Sa screen, tumambad ang headline—"Engagement ni Dylan Cojuangco at Julianne Moore, Kumpirmado." Para akong natuyuan ng hininga, at bago pa ako makapag-isip, mabilis kong kinuha ang telepono at sinimulang basahin ang bawat salita. Nanginginig ang mga kamay ko habang lumalabo ang artikulo sa harap ko dahil sa mga luha na pumupuno sa mga mata ko.“Amalia, tama na. Hindi mo kailangang basahin 'yan...” nanginginig ang boses ni Claire, puno ng pag-aalala habang pilit akong inaawat mula sa nakakasakit na mga salita.But I couldn’t stop. I shook my head, my vision growing cloudier with each tear that fell. "I need to, Claire... I need to read this. I need to understand... I need to stop feeli
Kaya ko ba? Kakayanin ko bang harapin ang lahat ng ito? O tuluyan akong mababasag sa bigat ng lahat?Huminga ako nang malalim, pilit na pinapakalma ang nanginginig kong mga kamay, pero parang lalong bumibigat ang presyong nakapatong sa akin. Para akong nilulunod ng mga tanong, ng pag-aalala, ng takot na sabay-sabay na bumagsak sa akin. Ngayon lang ako nakaramdam ng ganitong kaliit, ganitong kahina, at ganitong katindi ang pangamba sa responsibilidad na paparating. Ang test na nasa mga kamay ko ay parang may dalang bigat ng buong kinabukasan ko, at sa sandaling iyon, hindi ko maiwasang itanong sa sarili ko—handa na ba ako para rito?“Amalia,” Claire’s voice broke through the chaos in my mind. Her tone was soft, but there was a strength in it that I desperately needed. She gently placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding me. “You don’t have to make this decision right now. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Together.”Ang mga salita ni Claire ay parang lifeline, pero hindi n
“Claire,” I began, my voice quieter than before but firm, “I’ve been thinking a lot. About everything. And... I don’t want to be a burden to you anymore. I know you’ve done so much for me, but I think it’s time I take a step back.”Tinutok ni Claire ang kanyang mata sa akin, puno ng alala, ngunit tinulungan ko ang aking sarili at ipinagpatuloy ang sasabihin. “May mga ipon ako mula sa trabaho, at sa tingin ko... sa tingin ko kailangan kong pumunta sa bahay ng tita ko sa probinsya. Hindi ko siya nakita ng matagal, pero baka matulungan niya ako. Hindi ko alam kung nandoon pa siya, pero parang oras na para subukan. Kailangan kong mag-isa munang mag-isip ng mga bagay-bagay.”Claire’s eyes softened, and she reached out, taking my hand gently. “Amalia, you’re not a burden to me. You’re my family now. But if this is what you feel is best for you, I’ll support you. You’re strong, and I know you can handle this.”I nodded, trying to push down the knot forming in my throat. “I know it’s going to
Pagdating ko sa bahay ng tita ko, ang pamilyar na paligid ay nagbigay ng parehong pakiramdam ng ginhawa at kaunting lungkot. Ang amoy ng bahay niya, ang init ng mga kasangkapang ginugol ng taon—lahat ito’y nagpapaalala sa akin ng mga panahon nang buhay pa ang mga magulang ko, ng mga araw nang buo at kumpleto ang buhay. Pero, dala ng ginhawa ay ang kirot ng kanilang pagkawala, isang paalala ng buhay ko noon. Ngunit, huminga ako ng malalim, iniiwasan ang panghihinayang, at bitin ang dibdib, nagpatuloy ako at pumasok sa bahay niya, dala ang mga bag ko. Nakaramdam ako ng ginhawa nang makita ko siyang nandoon—ang bahay niya ay mananatiling kanlungan ng kaligtasan na matagal ko nang inaalala.I gently knocked on the door, anxiety twisting my stomach."Sino yan?" Aunt Lydia’s voice called out from the other side."Auntie..." I said, my voice cracking as I spoke, tears already welling up in my eyes.The door creaked open, and there she stood—Aunt Lydia, her face a mixture of surprise and conc
I smiled back, my heart lighter than it had been in days. “I think I’d like that.”And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to believe that everything would be okay. I didn’t have all the answers yet, but I had something even more important—hope and the love of the woman who had become my anchor.Habang kami'y naglalunch sa hapon na iyon, ang init ni Tita Lydia ay bumalot sa buong silid. Ang maliit at komportableng kusina ay amoy ng lutong nilagang ulam, at ang malumanay na tunog ng kubyertos na tumatama sa ceramic na mga plato ay nagbigay ng nakakapanatag na ritmo. Sa isang sandali, para bang ang lahat ay naging... normal.Tumingin ako kay Tita Lydia habang inilalagay niya ang mangkok ng sopas sa harap ko. "Palagi kang matatag, Amalia," sabi niya, ang kanyang boses malumanay ngunit matatag. "Isa lang ito sa bahagi ng iyong paglalakbay. Hindi palaging magiging madali, pero makakayanan mo. At hindi ka magiging mag-isa. Hindi ngayon. Hindi kailanman."Ang mga salita niya
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