Sariel's point of view I was sitting in his living room, fiddling with my cellphone. He left me here for an hour and never came back. Is he really going to make me sleep here? I was busy scrolling on my phone when the doorbell rang. I raised an eyebrow. Is he expecting someone? I glanced at the room where Maddy went earlier. After a minute, he still hadn't come out. I hesitated, unsure whether to open the door or not. The doorbell rang three more times, so I stood up and opened the door. Whatever it is, it's his life. He was taking so long to come out. My eyes widened when I opened the door. The man outside was about to knock on my face, but he stopped when he saw the door was already open. There were two of them, and the one behind him was peeking at me. "Where's Madd—oops, the grumpy man has a special guest?" The man spoke as if he had just seen a beautiful woman for the first time—and that woman was me! "Oh, are you friends with Maddy? He's still in his room. He hasn't come ou
Sariel's point of view I suddenly woke up when I felt something caressing my thigh up and down. I turned around to see who it was. I couldn't see his face because it was dark and my eyes were still blurry, but he smelled familiar, like he had been drinking too. I'm still rubbing my eyes. "I want you, all of you." He said, "I want to feel you inside me, deep inside me," and he grabbed me to sit on his lap. Goosebumps broke out across my arms. I wrinkled my nose because the stench from his breath made it itch. "Huh? What do you mean?" I innocently asked him. As if on cue, he began undressing my pants. I waggled at his grip, and I immediately covered my body. "You're drunk!" I screamed at his face. But he ignored me and just continued what he was doing. "It's not the right time to do it, but I can wait until you reach legal age. I will be here again on your debut birthday." He groans in my ears. "No! What are you doing? I don't like what you are doing; don't touch me!" I squealed
Sariel's point of view I woke up because I felt someone staring at me, and when I opened my eyes, I met the eyes of the person I adore. Just kidding, no flirting right now! I'm still hungover from what happened last night. He was just staring at me, as if I'd disappear if he blinked. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, and he blinked twice. "Good morning! I had a good sleep," I beamed excitedly, acting like I didn't have a terrible dream last night. It’s one of my quirks, pretending nothing terrible happened. A line appeared between his brows. "Are you sick?" He raised his eyebrows at me, looking at me as if he couldn't believe how I was acting now, given that last night I was on the verge of fainting. "Nope. I'm perfectly fine," I said as I got up. I forgot that I was wearing his long-sleeve shirt, and I wasn't wearing a bra or pants. He quickly looked away. "Oops, I'm sorry. I sneaked into your room last night, and good thing it was open. Don't worry, this is all I borr
Sariel's point of view Their call time is seven, and it's five o'clock. I first went up to the room I stayed in at Meli's house. Yeah, I have my own room here. My uncle is in the house always, sometimes, and everywhere, so I stay here whenever I don't want to go home. It's fine with my mom; as far as I know, Tito Finn's attention isn't on her, but on me. Now, he is not as strict, and this is what frightens me—I am concerned that he may be preparing for something terrible. I just took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts away. I need to enjoy tonight first. Enjoy now, suffer later? After I finished getting ready, I called Meli to help me with the food. I just changed clothes and will shower at their place—I’m not smelly yet, e. Meli immediately helped me, as I still had to bring everything to the car. She said that Lowe and the others would meet us at the rest house. They offered to pick us up, but I said it was okay and that Meli and I could manage. After arranging everything, we
Third Person's Point of View After they finished watching Nétflix, they all arranged themselves in a circle around the mini-table. They were going to play truth or dare, but Meli said there was no thrill with truth or dare, so it was just going to be dares. But before they started, they each took a shot of the cocktail they had made. Once they're a bit tipsy, the dares will be more intense. Meli was holding a medium-sized teddy bear. The rules were that they would sing while passing the teddy bear around, and when she said "stop," that’s when they would begin the dare. The twist was that they had to close their eyes while singing, and only Meli could say "stop." "Make sure your time will stop correctly, Meli," Kenzie hissed at her, and she just rolled her eyes. "Of course! Do none of you trust me?" she teased. Once they completed each dare, they took another cocktail shot and continued the game. They really wanted to get wasted tonight. They decided to start with their song of
Third Person's Point of View They continued playing. Kenzie cursed when Meli stopped the game several times, as his dare was to sit in the room's corner and remain silent until the completion of the next dare. They all laughed because he really looked like a fool, just watching them until the dare was over. The teddy bear's next victim was Owen, who dared to let someone else tickle him, and Kaelyn volunteered. She tried not to laugh at Owen but eventually did because of his expression. Owen did everything he could not to laugh, but everyone was already laughing, with some even crying from amusement. He looked like he was constipated, and his face was indescribable. Once he let out a laugh, he faced unpleasant consequences. After each successive dare, they continued taking a shot of the cocktail. The Bacardi and vodka had a high alcohol percentage, so they were starting to get tipsy. They knew it didn’t quite match the vibe of beer bottles and whiskey, but the combination of cozy
Third Person’s Point of View “Kuya Knight, my head hurts. Huhuhu, am I dying? Kaelyn started crying. "I don't want to die," she said. “What? You’re not dying; it’s just a headache. Don’t overreact,” Knight spat, handing her a glass of water. “But—it hurts so bad. If I’m dying, let me eat ice cream. Huhu, I want ice cream.” Kaelyn continued crying to her brother, but without any tears. It's like invisible tears. “I said you’re not dying!” Knight yelled at her. “But let me eat ice cream anyway; huhuhu, I’m going to tell mom you're bullying me!” Kaelyn whined. “Sariel?! Babe! Where are you?!” Meli shouted, searching for Sariel. When Sariel heard Meli’s voice, she forced herself to get up, even though her vision was doubling. Maddox, who was beside her, cursed and helped her sit up. “What? What?” Sariel looked around to find Meli, and when their eyes met, Meli immediately approached her and shook her. “You’re pretty, I’m pretty, and we are the co-presidents of Club Pretty!” Meli
Sariel's point of view "Are you sober?" Maddy growls at me. He's still lying there and staring at me. I bet if I were still asleep, I'd know how he'd wake me up—like if I were Aurora and he was the prince who'd kiss me to wake me up. Ha! My delusions are wild. "I'm moderately functional." I smile at him and lightly touch my temple, which feels like it's under constant pressure. "I'll take that as a no," Maddy hisses, getting up from the bed. "Where are you going?" I immediately grab the hem of his t-shirt. He looks at it, then back at my eyes. I quickly let go, lean back against the headboard, and close my eyes. "I'm going downstairs to check on the others and prepare breakfast. Take your medicine first and follow me to the kitchen," he replies before turning and leaving the room. I tried to recall what happened last night—watching Mean Girls, the series of dares—and then I don’t know what happened next. We were probably all really drunk, except maybe for some of the guys, but
Sariel's Point of View I simply approached them and took a seat across from Maddox. I didn’t even glance at the woman who had been staring at me since she turned to look earlier. Great, do I look ugly to her now? My eyes are still swelling. Maddox didn’t seem to mind, though. My stomach felt more sour as I stared at the prepared dishes. My gaze shifted to Maddox when he started talking. "This is Winona, Sariel, and that's Sariel." He gestured back and forth between me and Winona. "Winona will be staying here for a while. Meli and Aster are still in Cebu, so no one can stay with her. I just can’t let her stay alone in the hotel. "She's just here for a vacation," he explained. I shrugged, not really caring if she stayed or not. It’s his house anyway. "Sure, nice meeting you. Feel free to roam around as you wish. Just don’t mind me." I looked up at Winona and smiled. Gosh, she just smiled back. "Thank you, Sariel. Nice meeting you, too. I hope we can be friends." She beamed
Sariel's Point of View The open floor-to-ceiling windows make me wake up as the sun rises, hitting my face. I grab my head. Damn. What a hell of a hangover. This is definitely the last time I drink. Yeah, it’s always the "last," but I never stick to it. I yawn and hug the guy next to me even tighter. It feels like I’m still dreaming. Why do I smell the perfume of Maddox the great? I open my eyes and start to feel my body. Damn, I move slightly and feel pain in my core. Gosh, I’m not dreaming anymore. I’m in reality. "Ha! Woah, you still don’t have any shame on you, do you?" I jump when the guy suddenly speaks. I look up at him, and my eyes widen even more. I shrieked and got up, pulling the duvet to cover my naked body, but then I realized that we are still both naked under the thick duvet. "What did you do to me? I thought I was with a different man. I didn't expect that... It's you," I murmur after. "Yeah? You didn't realize? Would you like me to provide further details
Sariel's point of view I moistened my lips, then stammered out a weak, "Thank you. You can make it much harder. Let's proceed to the final phase of the encounter. Let me squirt around your cock." Then, he carefully strips, exposing his chest; after that, his pants and garments exposed his large cock in front of me, and he affectionately stroked it, making me feel nervous. I can't believe it. He was so huge and thick that I worried about whether or not he would be able to fit inside of me. "Holy mother, fuck. The size of yours is really huge. I'm going to run for my life right now." As I snicker, my arousal is palpable, and my pússy is already itching just from looking at it. "It can fit, baby. Let me stretchsexize you to fit it," he snorted, grinning at me. "stretchsexize? What do you mean?" I asked, and my brows snapped together in confusion. "Yup, stretchsexize. Let me stretch you for exercise from the tip of my cock, and then I can fully enter you," he deadpanned, licking his
Sariel's point of view"Play with me tonight," I mumbled, my cúnt aching for his touch as our gazes locked once more, intensifying the boldness of his look and causing me to shudder with terror. He moves closer, this time claiming my lips as he presses me to the bed. Now I'm beneath his weight. His heated touch sent shivers down my spine as he began to move his hand from top to bottom. I went into a convulsion from his hot, callous touch. His hand slid to the spot where my entrance was, and I hitched my breath. I didn't know if I was going crazy or what I was thinking because it was Maddox on top of me. Damn. I must really be drunk.He moved slowly down to where my cúnt was. When he got there, he abruptly separated my thighs and raised the hem of my tactical skirt. He then put my legs on his shoulder and smelled my cúnt. "You smell so good, and I can smell your wetness already," he rasps as he looks up at me. "Are you sure about this? You won't regret it tomorrow? Because if it means
Maddox's Point of View We are currently at the Daxology Club, which serves a variety of functions. It’s a celebration of the Martinelli farewell party. I left Sariel with Meli. That woman can be such a headache. My eyes drift to the bar counter and linger on a perfect ass showcased by a silky, tight red dress. Her long, dark brown hair falls in wavy curls all the way down her back. She turns her head toward the woman next to her and laughs. A smile spreads across my face. How I would love to devour her! "Hey, dude, while I was in one of your reserved VIP rooms earlier, I noticed your girl, Sariel. Why is she even in that place? Aren't you afraid that she might be with someone else?" one of my friends asked. I furrowed my brow at him. "What do you mean? Hopefully, you’ve made a mistake. I left her with Nyx earlier." I snarled, my face twisted with annoyance. "My eyes are clear, Maddox, but that’s exactly what I saw. Just check the VIP AB69 room first." He frowned. I nodded at him
Sariel's point of view "Stay here, don't leave. I have something to attend to in the VIP room," he said with a warning tone, gesturing towards the upstairs area. I think the glass there is tinted. I just nodded at him as he said a lot, he ordered for me a drink while I waited. I requested a Margarita. He got up and went up to the VIP room; I'm sure he can still see me from here. So I have nothing to worry about. Haisst, it's so boring when you're alone. I wish at least one handsome guy would approach me. Gosh, self. The audacity? I closed my eyes when I heard relaxing music. I abruptly opened my eyes when I felt someone sitting beside me, thinking it was Maddox. Then, another person sat on my left and touched my shoulder, which made me a bit nervous about their intentions. "Hi, there, beautiful," one of them greeted. Yeah, I did wish earlier that someone would approach me, even just one handsome guy. But there are two of them, and they look kind of sleazy. "Uhmm.
Sariel's Point of View We are in a guest room. Sigh, I decided not to dwell on what happened earlier. Meli said she had something to tell me. We are both sitting on the bed, facing each other. "Hey, so? What can I do for you that you can't do for me?" I ask, smiling ear to ear, clasping our hands together. I just missed her so much. "You're really crazy, you know. What will I tell my brother now?" she says, frowning. Oh? My smile faded. "He won't bite you, you know. He loves you." I gently tap her back to comfort her. "Hmph... I don't know, shheesss," Meli rolled her eyes. "And if your brother kicks you out, just call me right away. I'll take you to Sister's place. You're beautiful, and I bet a lot of wealthy guys would--" she interrupted me by playfully slapping my mouth. "Silly, my brother would never do that. Go away," she was about to get up, but I stopped her. She turned and glared at me. "Yes?" "Yes, sure. So, what are you going to do now?" "I'm going to watch a movi
Sariel's Point of View After the event, we headed to Owen's mansion to celebrate his mother's birthday. He really wanted to bring us all along. I wasn’t planning to join, but I had no choice—Maddox might drag me there if I try to back out. "Sariel, do you want to ride with me?" Owen asked. I was about to answer, but someone wrapped an arm around my waist. I frowned because I already knew who it was. "She's coming with me," Maddox cooed. Owen raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, she's all yours," Owen chuckled and then went to his car. "Let's go," Maddox snapped, then led the way to his car. "It's okay if I don't join. I can just take a taxi back home," I suggested, hoping he'd agree. But I must've made a mistake because it seemed like I just ignited the fire inside him. He clenched his jaw and exclaimed, "Shut up, or else I'm going to keep you at the opposite side of my car, in the trunk, if you mention coming home one more time." Okay, fine, Maddog clearly doesn't jo
Sariel's point of view The memory of my father's murder haunts me like a horrific nightmare, making it impossible to open my eyes and escape the darkness that threatens to consume me. It is painful to see him caught in the crossfire. My uncle laughed at us as if we weren't related, as if we weren't even part of the same family. I keep having the same dream over and over again whenever I get sick. Maddox is about halfway through my thoughts, and my eyes begin to well up with tears. He consistently speaks to me in a manner that has the power to shatter me into a million pieces. The words he utters every second, every minute, and every hour leave me speechless. He never fails to remind me, always saying, "Given that, I would love to see your pain. That is something I will do everything in my power to ensure happens. You will experience the same suffering I did when my parents passed away. It is my goal to bring you down with me." How can he hurt me with his words, yet at the same ti