"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
Bree's mouth gaped open in disbelief at what she was seeing. When her boss, Jackson Samaniego, invited her to have dinner before they talked, she thought they would eat outside.Bree was even nervous because she hadn't gotten dressed up, and she was embarrassed by her dolphin shorts and tank top. She was literally just wearing pajamas, and if she were to change, it would be embarrassing to make her boss wait.He didn't need to wait for her to finish eating before they talked. Bree already had an idea what they were going to talk about. What happened in the office earlier! Maybe he would demand something from her! Or maybe he would fire her for what she did.“Mr. Samaniego, I know why you're here and why you want to talk to me. It's about what happened in the office earlier.” Bree swallowed. Jackson was just staring at her with no emotions. All she wanted was for him to leave so she could breathe a sigh of relief!Jax was sitting in front of Bree, staring at her. But contrary to Bree's
After bidding farewell to his parents, Jax quickly left the Samaniego mansion. His mother wanted him to bring Elise home first before he left, but he declined. He didn't want to be with the woman for even a minute. He was mad and disgusted.Madeline was surprised by her son's behavior, but she didn't push him. She saw how angry Jackson was. She didn't want to make him angrier, so she let Jax leave. Madeline didn't force Jax to take Elise home because she saw how angry he was with the woman. Whatever the reason was, Madeline didn't know. She just hoped that the two would talk.Madeline heaved out a deep breath as she watched her first-born son speed away from the mansion's premises. The woman was sad about her son's behavior. Madeline just hoped that Jax would drive safely.Jax sped up the car. He stepped on the gas hard, making the engine rev and the car bolted through the streets like lightning. He was suffocating, and he needed to breathe. He was about to explode with anger just a m
Jackson drove his Audi Q2 out of the parking lot of Diamond Entertainment. He left the office early. He was stressed and bothered, and he lost concentration on his work. Jackson hadn't seen Bree again all day. He was thinking that maybe she was really scared of him. He didn't look for the girl to talk to her either. If anyone saw them, it would surely cause an issue.Jax's face contorted at the thought of the girl spreading the word about what happened in his office. He would be the subject of ridicule if that happened. He groaned in frustration. “Asshole.” Surely she wouldn't do that. He was still her boss, and she should still respect him!But what if she starts talking? And you'll be dubbed as a pervert CEO?“Fuck!” Jackson cursed and lightly hit the steering wheel. It seemed like he really needed to talk to that woman. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. A lot could happen tonight. Jackson's mind started to overthink already.If they didn't have dinner with his family tonight, he wou
“Miss Ocampo!” Jackson’s voice boomed so Bree could hear him, but she didn't listen, she continued running away from the place. Jackson cursed.Jax called out to Bree the moment she stepped out of the CEO’s office. Jax hadn't even finished buttoning his slacks. He quickly went after Bree, but he couldn't catch her. Jackson couldn't leave his office looking like that.He had just had one of the best orgasms of his life, and it was very evident on his face. Flushed face, beads of sweat gathered around his face, and he had that just-got-off expression on his face. He would surely become the talk of the town when that happened.If only Jax could turn back the clock, he would want to erase those embarrassing moments of his life. Fate was a real joker, of all the people who could witness the bizarre thing he was doing, it was the very woman he was fantasizing about.So, you admit that you really lusted over your employee? A part of Jax's brain whispered. Jackson wanted to go crazy and punch
Jax stared at Bree’s retreating back as she scurried away from the CEO’s office. He released an exasperated sigh and leaned back on his swivel chair. Gusto niyang magmura at magwala. He had an aching blue ball and he can’t do anything but just stare at it until calms again. Jax closed his eyes and cupped his hard as a rock shaft. Masakit iyon, naiipit kasi sa suot nitong slacks. He bit his lip as a surge of carnal pleasure enveloped his burning body. He gripped his covered shaft harder and he began to massage it, stroking it up and down above the fabric of his slacks. Jax moaned softly as the delicious sensation of playing with his own hardness crept up. He placed one arm over his eyes while his other hand was busy squeezing and massaging his manhood. Jackson knew what he’s about to do was illegal. But it wasn’t new to him. He had imagined that woman many times while he’s having sex with other girls. His mind and heart wanted to feel guilty but the only part of his body that he
“You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Samaniego.” Bree’s voice was small and uncertain. Bree bit her lip subtly. Her knees were shaking, and she had nothing to lean on for support! She looked at her trembling hand, she had no energy to look at him. Shame and fear, those were the emotions Bree felt now that she was facing the man. He looked so handsome sitting behind his desk. Mysterious and aloof, that's what you could describe him as. But Bree could see sadness behind those very enigmatic eyes. He's hurt, and Bree knows the reason. It wasn't a secret to any of them. Their very strict boss was still suffering the loss of his beloved wife. But there were also times when she couldn't read what emotions were playing in his eyes. In the few months she had been working here, Bree had become familiar with her boss. She may not say it out loud to her co-workers, but Bree was drawn to him. She wouldn't admit it! It even took her a long time to admit it. Bree felt a very tiny pang of pain in her
“Bree, Sir Renz is calling for you.” Bree looked up from what she was doing. She was at the photocopying machine, and it had been hours. Her arms were starting to ache. She looked at Olga in confusion, but the girl just gave her a mischievous smile before turning away. She even whistled while jumping like a kindergarten kid. Bree just shook her head, laughing at her colleague. Olga was one of her closest friends, even though she had just started in the department. She was kind and always smiling. She always had jokes, so Bree easily warmed up to her, like Chelle. Bree was sure the two would get along if they were together. Bree left what she was doing and went to Sir Renz's office. His office was separated within their department. He's a department head, it's only fitting that he would have a separate office from his subordinates. Bree wondered what this was all about. Maybe he just had some research to give her, that's what Bree thought. In the two weeks she had been here, that's
Bree woke up with a sour taste in her mouth. Her forehead creased from the sudden surge of pain in her head. She was still half asleep. She groaned and tried to open her eyes. When she couldn't open them, she felt around the empty space next to her. The soft and cold mattress felt good on her warm palms. Bree's brow furrowed even more, she was wondering why her bed was so big. Her bed wasn't as wide as this one. And the mattress was so soft, her mattress wasn't that soft. It was thin and about to break. Realization dawned on her. She wasn't in her own bed. Bree immediately sat up from lying down. She grabbed her head when the pain and dizziness attacked her. She groaned and went back to lie in bed. What was happening? Bree slowly opened her eyes and examined her surroundings. She gasped when she realized she wasn't in her room! “Oh my god, where am I?” Bree exclaimed in fear, pulling the blanket on the bed. It was an automatic reaction from her body, to cover herself. On impulse
Bree went back to the convention hall. It took her minutes to contemplate whether she should go back or just go home. But her colleagues would be surprised if she suddenly disappeared from the party. So she decided to go back, she would just avoid her boss so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Jackson was already finished with his speech when Bree returned. The soft music played by a group of musicians could be heard. The event was star-studded, and Bree would always remember this night. A group of wealthy businessmen were laughing happily as they talked to a famous actor. They all looked so elegant and they talked with dignity. Bree wondered what it felt like to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth. “Bree!” Bree was lost in her deep thoughts when she heard her name. When she looked at who called her, it was Renz. A big grin was etched on his lips, he was happy with what Bree was wearing. He approached Bree and looked her up and down. Most of the time, Bree would feel awkward