I shift my gaze to the bed and couldn't be visited by sleep after coming home from our date. Reluctantly, I recall the tender kisses from Dawzon, unable to resist closing my eyes as I reminisce the sweetness of that moment.My cellphone buzzes, and I swiftly grab it. It's a text from Dawzon."Goodnight my beautiful Belle."A smile forms on my lips upon reading the message, but soon, doubts cloud my mind, and one after the other, I shake my head."No! He's a certified playboy, a womanizer, a deceiver, and most of all, he'll only add you to his list of conquests," I softly utter before promptly deleting his message.I can't afford to fall for someone like him, I firmly remind myself before closing my eyes for a much-needed rest.Hurrying to my first class, I’m late this morning.The fault lies with that Dawzon. I couldn't sleep, replaying our date from last night, especially the unexpected kiss we shared.I disregard the judgmental stares from a group of students as I pass by the covere
I find it hard to breathe because of how close he is to me. My heart races and my breath hitches as he moves closer and closer. I find myself closing my eyes and leaning back on the sofa set as he brushes against me. I know this is wrong, but how can I resist him? I can't seem to hold onto my principles when he quickly breaks down my walls. His sweet, fiery kiss makes my heart flutter. My stomach churns as if his kiss is all I need right now. I let out a satisfied moan as he grips my nape and pulls me closer to him. I am intoxicated so boldly I respond to his kisses. I realize I have no strength to resist him, not in this intense moment. But he suddenly lets me go, and we both catch our breath as we separate. "Damn those sexy lips," he huskily utters. I swallow slowly as he gradually moves away from me. "I need a quick shower, just need to cool off." My back leans against the sofa as he exits. I bite my lip and thank him for stopping whatever could have happened. I
I glanced down at the hand that Christine pulled."Why are you here?" Christine asked me with a furrowed brow, her smile leaving me unsure if it was genuine or not."I'm with Dad and Mom," I replied softly.I was overcome with intense nervousness as I felt Dawzon's satisfied gaze at my uneasiness."Hon, let's go!" Christine said to Dawzon, but he didn't budge and continued to look away from me."Dawzon!" Christine insisted."Are you sure you're okay?" Dawzon asked me after scanning me with his eyes."Y-yes, I'm fine!" I stuttered and looked away.He just nodded and turned away to leave. I followed them with my gaze, feeling almost suffocated.Perfect, Dawzon! I muttered to myself before they disappeared from my sight.Is the world really this small for us? I whispered to myself while shaking my head.I took a deep breath before deciding to enter the venue. I immediately looked for Mommy and Daddy, who were now dancing in the center.I watched them happily from my corner seat. The wait
The world seemed to have lost its vibrancy. My eyes, heavy with a weariness that went beyond the usual exhaustion of a college student, felt as if they were perpetually draped in a veil of gray. My actions were listless, a mere shadow of my usual energetic self. My mind, consumed by a whirlwind of emotions, couldn't even register the words our professor was spewing."Ms. Montellano!"The sharp sound of his voice, accompanied by the weight of his hand slamming onto my desk, jolted me back to reality. I blinked, startled, my cheeks flushing with shame. "I'm sorry, sir," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.Japs, my ever-vigilant classmate, turned to me with a frown."Sleeping while in my class is strictly prohibited!" Mr. Colminar voice was laced with anger, his veins seeming to bulge with frustration."I'm sorry, sir! It won't happen again," I said, my voice trembling. I bowed my head, my heart sinking with embarrassment."It really won't happen again! Now get out of my class!" he roa
My whole body flinched as his lips touched the sensitive part of my skin. I couldn't help but close my eyes tightly."I like how your body reacts to me," he whispered to me.I quickly opened my eyes and cleared my throat before facing Rexon.I didn't even glance at Dawzon who could hear the grin next to me."Cheers, bro," he teased his brother.He leaned in closer to me before tossing a glass to Rexon. I was thankful that Jeff arrived so that I had someone else to focus on."Hi, Larabelle?" He extended his hand to me, which I graciously accepted, and even their drummer, Zack, did the same."I'm glad you made it, we thought you wouldn't be able to come, especially since Dawzon said we should come early. Turns out we're just waiting here," Jeff complained to Dawzon, who still had both arms resting on the armrest while maintaining his seated posture.I quickly shot a look at him and narrowed my eyes upon learning that. If that's the case, it's his fault why I wasn't picked up by Rexon."
The night wind touched my cheeks, drying the tears in my eyes, I stood there, surrounded by a trembling that felt like a drumbeat echoing in my soul. I didn't question where he was taking me; my mind was blank, adrift, until we arrived at a resort where even in the darkness, the beauty of the sea was visible.He opened the car door for me, but I hesitated to step out when he bowed and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you," with a smile. I stared at him as he stepped out, prompting me to follow him into the resort.I thought we would check-in, but instead, we walked along the beach, hand in hand. What secrets lay within the sea? Memories flooded back of our first date, when he had taken me to the beach."What are we doing here?" I couldn't help but ask, breaking the silence. He glanced down at me for a moment before turning his gaze back to the sea. I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was firm. "My foot hurts," I said, as if complaining, but in truth, I was comforted b
The roar of the crowd faded into a muffled hum as I closed my eyes, the weight of the crown I hadn't won settling heavily on my shoulders.It was obvious that Christine would win because of the beauty of her answer. Furthermore, Dawzon's off-topic question may have contributed to me not being chosen as the winner.I didn't linger on Christine's lack of hug and congratulations towards me, as I stepped back after receiving the sash and flowers from the judges.I contented myself with waving to Mom and Dad, who I knew were happy about my win.I turned to the other contestants behind me, while keeping an eye on Christine who was now the center of attention.I bowed my head when Dawzon's name was called to go up on stage, carrying the sash and flowers for Christine.I smiled bitterly as I watched him approach Christine, who immediately embraced him. A kiss on the cheek he gave her sent the audience into a frenzy."Tss... the game is rigged," whispered a candidate, echoing my thoughts."You
The world swam before me as Dawzon's strong grip pulled me away from the pulsating dance floor. My head throbbed, a symphony of dizziness fueled by the potent cocktails and the thumping bass that vibrated through the yacht. I was lost in a haze, my senses dulled by the intoxicating mix of alcohol and the party's electric atmosphere.It felt like the crowd parted before us, creating a path through the throng of dancing bodies. I was a puppet, my movements dictated by his strong hand. I couldn't think clearly, the world a blurry kaleidoscope of flashing lights and swirling figures.He led me to the far end of the yacht, where a solitary cabin stood apart from the revelry. The door swung open with a click, and I was pulled inside.I clutched the blouse I had shed earlier, collapsing onto the chaise lounge. My body trembled, a cocktail of emotions and the lingering effects of the alcohol coursing through me. The icy blast of the air conditioning sent a shiver down my spine, highlighting t
"I felt the tension between the two after he said that.Dawzon kept his gaze fixed on him. I also couldn't escape the tension in his jaw as he faced him."So it's nice seeing you back together, huh?" Drei said, glancing at me.Instead of responding, Dawzon emptied the contents of his glass."Drei, it's better not to talk about it right now." I restrained him."Why? I've done nothing." He signaled the passing waiter who brought him a wine glass, while Dawzon also grabbed another glass filled with wine."We're okay." I whispered to him."What? I can't hear you." He chuckled, leaning closer to me.I quickly avoided him after that. I didn't even glance to see Dawzon's reaction to what he did to me.I quickly took the wine glass and took a sip."It's been a year, I thought you were already separated?" He boldly said, which made me bow my head even more."It's our personal problem, just enjoy your drink." He raised his glass in front of him before drinking again. It's funny because the one
"The scene at the Coliseum was like a scene from a pin drop, especially when Rexon and the whole band came out to start their first song.The entire crowd fell silent as the song kicked in. I found myself singing along while others held up LED lights in the air.I sang with full force even though Dawzon was standing next to me, just wearing a polo shirt.The spotlight lit up after the first song, making the atmosphere even more lively.."Hello!" He shouted loudly into the mic."Hi!" We almost simultaneously replied.."Are you enjoying yourselves?" He asked."Yes!" I shouted with both hands in the air.He took a step back to signal Jeff, another guitarist, to start playing again.As he strummed the guitar once more, everyone fell silent again, I felt Dawzon's hand on my shoulder as his sibling sang.I didn't pay attention to that because I was carried away singing along with him.. I felt like he was taking me somewhere with his singing..Especially when the band went acoustic, he held
Dawzon's POV"I do not want to love her when it's easy, I want to love her when she's difficult." -- Piere Jenty.As the abundant water flowed down the faucet, I couldn't help but clench my fists, the rushing cold seemed to melt the warmth I had felt earlier.It's too late to regret what I'm doing, so I stopped. I don't want to hurt her further. I can't, but the mark I left will surely stain our relationship.I couldn't stop myself, so I punched the wall, feeling no pain as the blood flowed from my hand.. I chose to spend some time inside before deciding to go out.As much as possible, I didn't want to look at her, but I couldn't do it. So I stopped in front of her, peacefully sleeping, the pain of what I did still evident on her face and tears still glistening in her eyes..I gently wiped it away, so she wouldn't wake up."You're still the most beautiful girl I've known, you grew up like a fearless one, infrangible, tough and sturdy and I admire you for being brave for taking care of
"Who's Carlson?" I paused in my steps upon hearing his question.Does this mean he doesn't know we have a child? For Pete's sake, where has he been, not knowing about us?No one spoke, so I decided to walk my feet towards the back of the house to leave.Upon entering, I quickly went upstairs and bumped into Cherry, whom I immediately asked to come down.But before I could turn around to leave, Dawzon entered the room with darkened eyes.He was about to speak when he saw the child peacefully sleeping in the crib. He approached and observed for a few minutes."Who's the father?"I was taken aback by his question. I had to gather my thoughts before speaking."He is your--son." I quickly lowered my gaze as he suddenly faced me and pulled my hand out of the room.He took me to his office and paced in front of me."My son?" He said firmly, his voice low, as if digging into my soul."Yes, he's your son.." I said firmly."How did we have a child when you weren't pregnant when I left?" His eye
Two years later...I push the cart quietly as I browse through the shelves where the canned goods are, when my phone rings."Um..hello?""We're fine, we're just grocery shopping with Carl." I scratch my head as I talk on the phone."Stop being paranoid, Rex, it doesn't suit you." I roll my eyes as I push the cart, with my two-year-old son sitting in it."Alright, bye!" I quickly bid farewell before turning my eyeballs around before ending the call.I peek at my son, busy with the bottle of milk in his hand, looking up at me.I can't help but smile sweetly at him because he perfectly captures the image of his father.I gave birth to Carlson by cesarean section, as my eye slits didn't want to open wide enough, so they had to cut me open, even though I could have endured it, but Rexon decided to have me undergo a C-section to avoid any problems and to prevent me from further difficulty. So in the end, I couldn't do anything about it."Mom--" he says to me, handing me the bottle of milk.
"What the hell is happening here?" I spoke loudly to everyone."Please, Mrs. Del'torre, lower your voice," the Manager restrained me, looking at Dawzon and then at the others present.I took a deep breath before deciding to sit on the right side of Dawzon."We're not married," I said firmly to him, but my back quickly hit the office chair as whispers spread among the seated individuals."Please, Lara, don't bring our personal problems here." He rested both his elbows on the table and clasped his hands.I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed by my actions."So let's start," he said to recover.As the Sun Real representative spoke in the middle, I couldn't help but glance at Dawzon, who seemed to be playing with his swivel chair, pen on his lips.I glared at him sharply, but it seemed like he wasn't listening, instead, he was looking at me as if he was enjoying the situation.I quickly averted my gaze from him, feeling his piercing stare."Mrs. Del'torre." I snapped back to reality upon hear
"Have some water first," he handed me a glass of cold water."What happened? I'm even getting high blood pressure because of you!" Japs said to me. I had been crying non-stop since I arrived at his condo unit."Does your Mommy know about this?" He moved closer to me and placed his hand on my forehead.I shook my head repeatedly, not wanting to add to his pain when he finds out about Dawzon and me."You should talk about this first, you can't just leave like that," he rubbed my back.I just shook my head at him. We had nothing more to talk about because it was over between us, and we weren't really married."If I see that Isabelle, she'll be sorry!" He said through gritted teeth."Are you sure your marriage is fake?" I raised my eyes to him, feeling confused."Why don't you let him explain first, maybe he has a reason or what so ever," he suggested."I don't know, all I want now is to get away from him," I said firmly."What if you get pregnant?" I saw the concern on his face as I look
Sunday morning, I woke up feeling light. I took a shower and dressed in a simple loose shirt and shorts.I went downstairs to cook breakfast, although I only knew how to cook eggs and ham, sometimes just instant noodles. But I didn't hear any complaints from him.After toasting the loaf bread, I smiled as I laid it on the table. I even clapped my hands because I cooked everything nicely.I started cleaning the house, while Dawzon hadn't come down yet, so I had time to clean.I was sweating while wiping the figurines when I heard the doorbell.Out of curiosity, I immediately went out to check."Hi!" It greeted me cheerfully as it peeked through the gate railings.I paused for a moment to think. My feet automatically stepped closer to the gate to open it for him."Good morning, is Zon there?" It greeted me with a wide smile."Uh, yes, but he's still asleep," Did I sound unfriendly? It suddenly hesitated at my response.After recovering, he also visited my outfit and the sweat on my fore
"I woke up to the weight of his legs draped over me. Even his arm around my waist remained motionless."Oh my!" I attempted to sit up abruptly, but I was forced back down by his tight embrace."Hmm." That's all I heard from him as he nuzzled into my neck. I found myself inhaling deeply in response to the effect it had on me.I glanced at the alarm clock on the side table, it was past six o'clock."Dawzon, we're going to be late for school," I whispered to him, but I didn't hear any response from him."Dawzon!" I even tapped his arm, but he just snored again.So I gently removed his legs draped over mine and my stomach, slowly making my way to the bathroom to shower.The feeling of the cold water flowing over my body was refreshing. I couldn't help but smile when I remembered what happened last night. I wasn't too drunk, so everything was still clear to me, even the last words he said."I was startled when I remembered those words. I had no right to clarify that with him. Besides, I kn