"What the f*ck are you doing?!"
"Oh, f*ck you, sir!" I shrieked in shock when a thunderous voice boomed behind me. It reverberated through the kitchen walls. It felt like an earthquake because of how loud his voice was. I was so startled that, in my attempt to clutch my chest, I almost dropped the plate in my hands. Fortunately, I caught it just in time—otherwise, I would’ve been in trouble again. I turned around only to see a scowling Jackson Samaniego standing at the kitchen door. His face was flushed red, and he was panting. His massive physique almost filled the entire doorway, making him look larger than life. With his towering height and menacing expression, he was truly terrifying—like a raging beast ready to devour its breakfast. And unfortunately, I was that breakfast. But instead of being scared of his fierce expression, I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his bare upper body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the only thing covering his lower half was a thin pair of boxer shorts. Yes, thin—because his jumbo banana was very visible. I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes off the bulge between his legs. So, bananas really do come in that size—jumbo, indeed. Or maybe even bigger than jumbo. I suddenly felt the urge to make the sign of the cross. My mind was filthy. I wasn’t like this before! "Who the f*ck told you that you can enter my house, woman?" His brows furrowed even deeper. It seemed like he didn’t appreciate me checking out his body—or staring at his jumbo banana. That was when embarrassment finally hit me. I realized I had been staring at Sir Jax’s bulge the entire time. Heat spread across my face. How humiliating! I cleared my throat and forced a smile. It was hard, though—he was furious that I was messing with his kitchen, but honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to be scared because what was laid out in front of me was far more tempting than what I was cooking. "A-h, sir. I apologize. Miss Cindy asked me to bring those important papers for you to sign. They're on your coffee table," I said formally. But my eyes? They were completely disobedient—now, they were fixated on Sir Jax’s abs. "Who the f*ck told you to intrude on my wife’s kitchen?" His voice was now low and hoarse. It made me even more nervous because it seemed like he was barely holding back his anger. I winced at his words. I'm so dead. Why did I even think of cooking for him? I instinctively stepped back when he took a single stride toward me and roughly grabbed my arm. I winced in pain—his grip was tight. He started dragging me out of the kitchen and threw me aside, making me stumble. Thankfully, I caught myself before my face could kiss the floor. I rubbed my aching arm. That hurt! This old bastard is so rude! "No one messes with my wife’s kitchen, woman. Get. The. F*ck. Out!" he shouted in my face. I panicked at the sheer volume of his voice. I didn't waste another second and quickly left the kitchen. It was only then that I realized the huge mistake I had made. I wanted to punch myself for being so insensitive. Turns out, the kitchen was important to him. Maybe it was his wife's favorite part of the house. Maybe he didn’t want anyone else touching it because it reminded him of her. Why did I even mess with his things? I knew he couldn’t stand me, yet I still meddled. And now, I almost ended up making out with the floor. I clutched my chest, my heart pounding wildly. I was still catching my breath. I stepped outside through the door leading to the swimming pool. It was a French door, making it easy to see if someone was approaching from the inside. I remained standing near the door, waiting for Sir Jax to return. After pushing me earlier, he had suddenly disappeared. I could see the anger in his eyes earlier when he caught me touching his wife's things. Did he love his late wife that much that he even treasured her memories like that? He must have really loved her. Not long after, Sir Jax returned. He was now wearing a shirt. He had also taken a shower, but the scowl on his face remained. He glared at me through the closed French door. I stayed standing outside and made no move to enter. Better to keep my distance. I still hadn’t forgotten the time he threw a paperweight at me in his office. Sir Jax closed his eyes and leaned back against the cushioned seat. He massaged his temples, as if he had a headache. I suddenly felt guilty—had I just made his headache worse? Looking at him now, it was obvious that he was carrying a heavy burden. Maybe he still hadn’t accepted his wife’s passing. Honestly, who could? Losing a spouse like that would be unbearable. I peeked at him again through the slightly open door. His eyes were still closed. His jaw was covered in a thick beard and mustache. Maybe he didn’t shave anymore. Sir Jax was incredibly handsome. If I were to compare, he was even more attractive than his cousin, Sir Chris. The way his brows furrowed as if he hated everything around him, or the way his voice deepened when he was angry—it was such a turn-on. He was the kind of man who became even more appealing when mad. Too bad I was always the target of his anger. My brows furrowed when I caught a strange scent. I sniffed the air to be sure. Why does it smell… burnt? "What’s that smell?" I muttered to myself. I turned to Sir Jax, who also seemed confused. He was staring at me with a questioning look. I found myself staring back at him. "What the f*ck is that smell?!" he suddenly shouted. Panic gripped me as a terrible realization hit me. "Ahh, sir… I think something’s burning," I stammered, my voice shaking. My eyes widened in horror when it finally dawned on me. I forgot to turn off the gas stove! The food I was cooking is on fire! "Oh my god! My cooking!" I screamed in panic. I didn’t waste a second and bolted back into the kitchen, only to be greeted by thick, black smoke. "Shit!" I heard Sir Jax curse behind me. When I turned around, I saw him staring at the kitchen with a mix of shock and devastation. His expression was unreadable. He looked both angry and hurt. He just stood there, watching the kitchen as if he didn’t know what to do. At that moment, I understood. That kitchen was truly special to him. The hurt in his eyes was evident. He looked like a helpless child watching his most precious treasure be destroyed—powerless to stop it. Without hesitation, he rushed into the smoke-filled kitchen. I followed him inside and saw him desperately trying to put out the fire that was slowly devouring his late wife’s kitchen. I coughed as I inhaled the smoke. It burned my lungs, and my eyes stung. "F*ck! No! Please, no!" But when I saw Sir Jax crying while fighting the flames, my heart shattered for him. This man was in pain. And he had been enduring it alone ever since his wife passed away. Now, I finally understood why he was so cruel. He was just trying to conceal his pain by inflicting it on others. It wasn’t fair. But maybe… That was the only way he knew how to cope with the loneliness. Because at the end of the day… He was just a man with a broken heart.I was fidgeting in my seat while waiting for Miss Cindy. I could barely breathe as I stared at the glass door of our cubicle with Chelle because of my racing heart. My forehead and palms were sweating, and I felt like today was my last day."It's really your last day! Do you think Sir Jax will let you get away with what you did?"I wanted to yell at the part of my brain that was always the villain. It kept saying things that made me lose confidence in myself.What if Sir Jax sues me? Oh my God, where will I get the money for that? What if I get fired? He'll probably charge me a lot because he almost burned down his house.I slapped my forehead. I was thinking all sorts of things, and I was sure one of them would happen.I heard Chelle let out a deep sigh. She was also restless. We were both waiting for Miss Cindy to come back. She was still talking to Sir Jax in his office about what happened yesterday. I was embarrassed for Miss Cindy because she always defended me whenever I did som
“Yeah, right! This girl is still in denial! Your nose twitched, which means you were thrilled too!” Chelle wasn't satisfied and let out a loud laugh, as if we were the only people in the office. “I just know it! I have a strong feeling about Sir Jax. I even suspect that he’s your secret admirer, the one who keeps sending you flowers. Wow! You’re really gorgeous, girl!” Chelle added excitedly.I wanted to cover my face in embarrassment at what she was saying. That was impossible. I could clearly see how much he loved his late wife—what am I compared to the women he's dating now?I smacked Chelle again just as she was about to speak. She was saying all sorts of nonsense.Wasn’t she afraid that our colleagues might hear her?“Whatever. I’m going to the cafeteria. I suddenly got hungry.” I walked out, leaving Chelle behind. I didn’t want to talk to her when she brought up that topic. It was embarrassing and annoying. It was impossible, given the way our boss treated me.Sir Jax’s office w
Bree took a deep breath to calm her frantic heart. Her nervousness doubled when she finally faced Sir Jax and saw the anger in his eyes. They were blazing with accusation.Bree swallowed hard."Jax, darling, what took you so long?" Elise suddenly appeared from behind Jax, her face scowling. But when she saw Jax carrying Amy, her expression quickly changed. Her face brightened, and she gave the child an overly sweet smile. Bree couldn't tell if it was genuine or just for show."Amy, baby! Oh, my... I was so worried about you! Where have you been? Are you alright?" Elise dramatically exclaimed as she approached and hugged the child.Bree grimaced at Elise’s exaggerated tone. Okay. Confirmed. It was all for show. Bree raised an eyebrow when Elise deliberately pressed her body against Jackson while hugging the child.It was no secret among Jackson’s employees that the two had some kind of relationship—if it could even be called that. Elise Trinidad always visited Jackson Samaniego, but sh
Jax was pulled from his train of thought when a soft, small hand caressed his face. It was Amy. She was looking at him with questioning eyes.Jax let out a deep sigh and forced a smile at his daughter."What is it, baby?""Daddy, please don’t fire Ate Vicky. It’s not her fault, it was my fault."If there was anyone who could influence Jackson’s decisions, it was his daughter Amy—aside from Cindy, of course, one of his most trusted friends since college. He just loved his daughter dearly. She resembled his late wife so much that it made it hard for Jax to live with her. That’s why she was temporarily staying with Jax’s parents. Besides, he was a total mess right now, and he didn’t want Amy to witness how broken he was."Sir, I’m really sorry. I promise to do better in my job," Amy’s nanny, Vicky, spoke from the side, her voice pleading, face filled with anxiety as if she was about to cry."Amy, baby, we can’t let an irresponsible person be your guardian. Look at what just happened! She
Spartan.The high-end bar owned by the infamous Andrei Morotov. It was Friday night, and as usual, the place was jam-packed. People from high society swarmed the bar like hungry bees. Some were dancing, swaying their bodies to the upbeat music. Everyone was having a good time—some were there searching for a good fuck, while others just wanted booze and entertainment.Andrei grinned widely when he saw Jax approaching their VIP table. And as usual, Jackson’s face was scowling, as if the whole world was his enemy. His brows were always furrowed, and his eyes devoid of emotion.Their group of friends understood why Jackson had become this way. He didn’t talk much anymore; he was always scowling, and he fucked hard. They had even thought he wouldn’t show up. Ever since his wife passed away, he rarely joined them unless it was for an important gathering.“Whoa! Look who’s here, ladies?” Andrei shouted when Jax was near. He spread his arms wide as if to hug him, but Jackson ignored his frien
Spartan. The high-end bar owned by the infamous Andrei Morotov. It's Friday night, and as usual, the place was jammed-pack. People from the high society were swarming the bar like hungry bees. Some were dancing and bouncing their bodies to the upbeat music. Everybody was having a good time; some were out to search for a good fuck, while others just wanted to have some booze and enjoy. Andrei grinned widely as he saw Jax approaching their table in the VIP section. And as usual, Jackson's face was scowling like the whole world was his enemy. His furrowed brows and emotionless eyes were a constant fixture.His friends understood why the man had become like this. He doesn't talk too much anymore; he's always scowling and he fucks hard. They all thought he wouldn't show up. Since his wife died, he hasn't been showing up much, except for important gatherings.“Whoa! Look who’s here, ladies?” Andrei shouted loudly when Jax was close. He opened his arms as if he was going to hug Jax, but
Jax slammed the front door of his condominium unit. He didn't go home. He knew he wasn't in a good state to drive. Thankfully, his condo was close to the hotel. The drive wasn't long, but it took a lot of effort to concentrate on his driving. His vision was blurry, compounded by the inexplicable emotions that engulfed his heart. His fists clenched, and he wanted to tear at his own hair. He couldn't believe himself. What he did was so out of line. The woman had no idea that he was using her image in his mind while he was with someone else. “Fuck! What were you thinking, you stupid shit?!” He leaned his hands on the bar counter of his condo. He was panting and flushed with anger; anger at himself. “Shit!” He angrily rubbed his palms on his face. He was just making everything more complicated. He gave in to Monica, thinking it would erase Bree from his mind, but it turned out to be a wrong step. How could he go back to his office and face that woman? And what possessed him to think
He became suicidal, which made it difficult for the people around him to handle. He had been hospitalized several times for attempted suicide. But every time he tried to hurt himself, his friends reminded him that the culprit was still out there, that he couldn't die just yet. He still needed to punish the killer. It was during these times that he decided to leave Amy with his parents for a while. He couldn't bear to have his daughter see how broken he was. Thankfully, with Trisha's help and those who truly cared for him, he overcame depression. The nightmares stopped, and he was on his way to becoming a better version of himself. That's why he was confused about why those bad dreams returned. After her death, he became a changed man. He had trust issues and preferred to be alone. His friends just let him go through his changes. Kath's death changed him, and it was for the worse. “Okay, I’ll be there in a few.” Trisha agreed to see him at her clinic. Jackson quickly showered and
Jackson stilled and just let himself stare at the naked beauty in front of him. It took him all his self-control not to rush over to Bree and take her roughly.He already had difficulty controlling himself when they were at his office, how much more if he'll see her like this; moaning and begging him to fuck her.Jackson quickly approached the woman on the sofa. Bree is one beautiful woman. Her beauty was unique, and Jackson admitted that he was extremely attracted to her.Her eyes were sparkling and her skin was flushed. Jax had to remind himself every minute that Bree was not her usual self. He shouldn't listen to what she was saying. What came out of her mouth came from the sex drug."Bree. Where the fuck was your dress? Jesus, woman, you're making this hard for me."Jax let out a deep breath to calm himself, especially the monster between his legs. He couldn't guarantee that he could succeed in controlling himself.Jackson took Bree's hand to stop her from playing with her own wom
Bree felt her body temperature rising. For some unknown reason, Bree loved the way the man she was dancing with was touching her. It was like her sanity left her, and all she could think about was how she wanted someone to touch her.Her body was sweating, but Bree didn't stop swaying to the loud music.The man behind her was Renz. He was dancing behind Bree while boldly touching her body. Her dress gave access to his sinful hands.From her waist, his hands moved up to her ample breasts.Renz was overjoyed that he finally had the chance to touch Bree. He had wanted her for a long time, but he couldn't make a move. He wanted her so much. Now, what he had wanted for so long was about to happen, he was going to claim her completely. And once that happened, she would be his.Renz cupped her breasts and gave them a little squeeze. He pulled her closer to his body and pressed his hard manhood against her. He had been hard for a while now. Bree's revealing dress made it all worse."Did you f
Jackson stared at the light brown liquid glistening in his glass. He’d already lost count of how many rounds of alcohol he’d had, but he still couldn’t feel its effects on his body.He’d been drinking a lot these past few days. He felt like getting drunk was the only way to escape his so-called problems—if they could even be called problems.Andrei was being loud—he was already drunk and flirting with the women they were with. Sebastian was also there, accompanied by Claire, his sister-in-law. They were joined by Maddox, who had just returned from abroad after getting someone pregnant.Jackson closed his eyes. His head was aching. The stress was taking a toll on his body. Alcohol and stress were a terrible combination for him.“Bro, how’s that cute girl? Bree, right?” Andrei suddenly asked.Jackson’s eyes snapped open when he heard Bree’s name.Andrei burst out laughing. From the reaction on Jackson’s face when he mentioned Bree, Andrei immediately knew that the girl had a special pla
“Let’s go later, okay? Please?”Chelle pressed her hands together and begged Bree.Bree just shook her head. She had no intention of going because she didn’t want to get drunk. She was sure that if they went to a bar, her friends would pressure her to drink. She was afraid it would happen again—waking up in an unfamiliar room.Bree shivered at the memory that some stranger had brought her there. She was lucky she hadn’t been taken advantage of.What if it happened again? And this time, she wouldn’t be so lucky?Bree continued typing on her computer. She was encoding the list of guests invited to the company’s anniversary party.Chelle stomped back to her desk and noisily rearranged her things.Bree couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s reaction.Chelle was a party girl. Since she was single and had no family around, she could do whatever she wanted—especially bar hopping.“Fine, I’ll go. It’d be embarrassing to say no to Sir Renz, especially since it’s his birthday.”Chelle squealed
Bree stared blankly at the chocolate moist cake on the small plate in front of her. Chelle, who sat across from her, kept talking, but Bree’s attention was elsewhere.They were in the canteen for a snack. It was their break time, and the two had decided to eat there."Hey! Are you even listening to what I’m saying? You seem out of it, girl. I’ve been noticing this since the other day!"Startled, Bree looked up at her friend. She had no idea what Chelle had been talking about. She was caught off guard by the sudden rise in her friend’s voice.Bree let out a heavy sigh and listlessly lowered her head to the table. She didn’t answer Chelle’s questions."Hey! What’s going on with you? You look like an idiot," Chelle said, even smacking Bree’s slumped shoulder."It’s nothing. I’m just tired." That had always been Bree’s excuse whenever someone asked why she seemed so down lately.Even Aling Oping had noticed it. But Bree couldn’t say the real reason she’d been feeling lifeless the past few
"Fuck!" Jackson cursed as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror.He grabbed his already messy hair and pulled it anxiously. He wanted to beat himself up for what had happened in his office earlier.He had lost control and did things he shouldn’t have done. Now, he didn’t know how he would even face Sabrina Ocampo.But it wasn’t because he was afraid or ashamed of what he did that he was angry with himself. His guilt was eating him up like cancer.He knew deep down that he had taken advantage of her innocence. He knew she was inexperienced. The way she responded to him said it all. Her movements and reactions indicated that she had no experience at all.The second reason was that he felt like he had completely betrayed his late wife. He had been so caught up in what he felt for Bree that he hadn't realized he was slowly drifting away from Kathrine’s memory.And lastly, he hated himself most for wanting Bree even more, despite all these realizations."You’re such a bastard, Sama
Bree was pinned against the wall. Her initial reaction was to prevent Jackson’s body from pressing even closer. She placed both hands on her boss’s broad chest, but it wasn’t enough—she could still feel the heat of his body.A delicious electric current ran through her body, traveling straight to her most intimate part. The warmth of Jackson’s body sent tingling sensations through her entire being.Bree couldn’t help but bite her lower lip to suppress a moan. She wanted to let out a sound because she felt a pleasurable sensation between her legs.Jackson leaned in closer, his breathing heavy, his whole body burning with desire.The feeling of their bodies pressed together was intoxicating. His erection was proof of how much his body enjoyed being near her.Jackson’s desire ignited even more when he saw Bree biting her lip.He wanted those lips. He wanted that mouth on his body.“Please, don’t bite your lips, Miss Ocampo. It makes me want to devour them.”Bree tilted her head up, locki
While a woman was speaking in front of the shareholders, Bree's mind was elsewhere. It drifted back to the night she got drunk at Spartan. She struggled to recall the events of that evening. She had been intoxicated, which was why parts of her memory were unclear.Her eyes searched for the man named Andrei. Bree swallowed hard when their eyes met—he was staring at her with a playful smirk on his lips. It was as if he knew something she didn’t. This only made Bree more uneasy. She was certain that this man knew something.It seemed like he was either refusing to speak or someone was stopping him from doing so. Her eyes flew to where the CEO was sitting.Bree silently gasped when she saw how intensely Jackson Samaniego was staring at her. He wasn’t paying attention to the presenter in front. He was busy following her every move, as if he were watching her closely.Bree lowered her gaze to her trembling fingers. She couldn’t meet his eyes. As to why he was staring at her, she had no idea
“Take those to the conference room. Those papers are needed for the presentation.”Miss Cindy pointed to the stack of folders on the table. Today was the quarterly report, and the board meeting would be held in the conference room. All the shareholders and major investors would be attending.“Alright, Miss Cindy.” Bree immediately complied. She picked up the folders, and even though she was struggling to carry them, she did her best not to drop any. She’d be in trouble again if that happened.It had been almost two weeks since Bree returned as Jackson's assistant secretary, and in those two weeks, she had yet to be scolded. She had made a few mistakes, but Jackson had only given her a sharp look.Of course, Chelle didn't let that slide. She also noticed that Jackson was no longer scolding Bree. And since her friend had a dirty mind, she bombarded Bree with teasing and jokes. Chelle insisted that Jackson was really into her. No matter how much Bree’s mind denied it, deep down, she hope