It was very unusual for me to wake up on someone else's bed, with a strong set of arms wrapped around my naked body, possessively. Rupert Santos, the bad rockstar, was all over me. We were sharing the same sheets and his scent was all I could smell, his snoring against my ear was all I could hear, and the heat coming from his nakedness pressed against my back was all I could feel. I gasped before slowly removing his hug from me. He was sleeping like a baby, with that gigantic bulge poking my behind. Even asleep, he was insatiable. Rupert was not even shaken from his deep sleep when the bed sagged as I woke up. I sat on my side of the bed and then looked at the sleeping man beside me. I no longer made an effort to cover my naked body. Everything that happened last night were things I didn't know I would allow someone to do to my body and I would actually like and enjoy. I was blown away by the wind. Did I just admit that I enjoyed everything Rupert made my body ex
I thought Rupert would only surprise me last night but I was even more surprised when I saw him in the kitchen, already preparing breakfast. I just finished taking a shower and I thought I would still see him sleeping on the bed. But when I finished bathing, I found no one in bed sleeping. So I left the room and was immediately greeted by the fresh smell of fried rice being cooked. I followed the scent and that's when I found this guy, busy preparing our breakfast. And I was really stunned to see him in the kitchen. I blinked a few times while leaning on the kitchen door frame, watching Rupert working in the kitchen, oblivious of my presence. He was shirtless and only in his boxers while wearing an apron. From my place, I could perfectly see how his muscles on his shoulders and back contracted in every move he would make. It was pretty obvious that he was so used to working in the kitchen. There was no awkwardness on how he moved around. I, on the other hand, wa
"Time for your dessert, Sweetie." Then, Rupert stood in front of me right after feeding me. He turned my seat back on the table. Now, I have turned my back from the table while I face him. "I am the one who is going to eat my dessert but you look more excited than me," I pointed, giving him a suspicious look. He chuckled before he widened my legs and stood in between them. He took my right hand then brought it to his mouth. I immediately expelled a heavy breath when he kissed my palm while looking straight to my eyes. His gaze was covered with so much desire. My heart beat erratically on my chest, there were butterflies in my stomach and my body started burning with sensation and heat. "I want you to just feel me, Meredith. Just feel the pleasure," he put both of my hands on both sides of his hips, "and taste me." I didn't expect what he did next. He covered my eyes with his big right hand. Then, I felt him get closer to me and I had to widen my legs even mor
"Can you stay a little longer?" I was stunned from fixing my hair in front of the full-length mirror in Rupert’s bedroom. I looked at him lying on the bed while watching me. He was lying on his side, his elbow erect, his head resting on his hand. "Why?" Then, I looked back in the mirror. I even winced when I saw so many kiss marks on my neck again. "Must there be a reason?" I shook my head. "Everyone must have a reason. Nothing happens just because it's meant to happen. That's bullshit, Rupert." Rupert remained silent after what I said, so I didn't speak either. I focused on putting concealer on parts of my neck and arms where red marks were seen. I adjusted the strap of the halter dress I was wearing. I had no other clo
It was Tuesday and I was still not fit to really attend my classes today. However, I had a quiz with one of my majors then a debate on one of my Philo subjects. The middle of my thighs was still a bit sore and almost my whole neck had been covered with concealer to hide the red marks. It actually took me almost a lifetime to cover those marks! It would have been easy to cover up these marks if I wore a turtleneck shirt but the weather was too hot for such attire. In the end, I settled on a simple shirt and fitted jeans with a thick layer of concealer. My hair was in a high ponytail because it was hot today. I was a bit grumpy but it's not really my personality. So, yeah. I needed to put on a smile and be my usual jolly and direct bitch that I was. Before going to my first class, where a quiz is waiting for me, I first went to the small coffee shop of the university to get coffee. I didn't want to take my quiz for breakfast today. At least, a coffee could wipe out my g
After seeing Rupert at the cafe, we agreed to meet at the cafeteria later. I went straight to my majors after talking with him for a while. Then, this is it, my brain is all over the place because of the quiz I just finished. Not in the best mood, I went straight to my next class. My reasoning is low because of my quiz on the previous subject, so I'm not sure if I can hold the mock-up debate in the next class. I mean, why do those two subjects have to be in a row. My next class is Ethics; it is a GE or general elective which means all undergrad programs had to take it as part of their curriculum. In fact, I don't have to show off my grade here because it's just GE. The case is, I don't have that habit. I always give my best shot on whatever I do. Because if not, I should stop dreaming of becoming a lawyer. I grew up persistent and hardworking. And these characteristics of mine doubled after surviving cancer. I mean, I have no intention of ruining my second life.
"To end this class, let me put the morality of euthanasia in a context that you guys will relate to."Everyone's attention was focused on our professor. He was standing in the middle of the room. I was faking eye contact again; sort of still looking at my prof's face even though I could not see it clearly."May I have Miss Santiago?"Me? My professor turned to me. I hesitated to stand up. All eyes turned to me."Can you tell us what is your dream? What do you want to be?”"Lawyer," I was quick to answer.My professor nodded. I felt Cherry pat my hand because of my answer. Of course, she would definitely relate to me. We both wanted to become lawyers. She was just a little ah
"I didn't know you're a student here. But I’m more surprised that you're Bailey's best friend.""Yeah. How small this world we live in. I didn't know you're my schoolmate."“Bailey beat me up earlier,” Rupert said before showing me some bruises on his arm. "She was so angry." He chuckled.I winced, looking at his bruises. I smiled shyly at Rupert. "She's kinda overprotective of me. I'm sorry about that.""Nah. I deserve it. I took advantage of you that night. We did it again and again.” He tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. “And yet I could still not get enough of you.”"That mouth of yours, Rupert!" I swatted his hand away before looking around. I even pointed the for