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Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Four
Julian Fernandez. A man that breathes money, with commanding good looks, with such a smart brain, mixed with integrity and principle plus a very good heart. He screams perfection and for the majority a man like that is total package and a must have. Permanently. Julian is a sucker for goodness despite and in spite of everything. He believes even the men with no hearts a.k.a serial killers has a little goodness in them, somewhere in their darkest soul. See, a little smile, a little goodness and Julian is guaranteed to fall straight. He isn't gullible and not stupid, it's just that despite all his roughness lays a good and loving heart. Something Sandra hated the most. A good heart. A good soul. She terribly wanted to believe that good people don't exist but there goes the father of her child. A living proof that God did not forget to create good people. A walking and talking heart. Fuck him. Oh, yeah. She'll definitely will. She mused. “In a world built on struggles y
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Five
“What is that thing?" Julian chuckled. “It's Godzilla." “No wonder Faye can't watch this movie.. that thing is hideous." He grinned, he caressed her hair and stared into her face. “That is your first time watching this? I grew up loving all the franchise of the movie..." “I just hated seeing ugly things." Julian picked a slice of apple and took a bite. Sandra pecked on his lips, tasting the apple juice. “Yum.” Julian frowned into the plate. “Sandra, why don't you ever eat any other fruits?" He picked the strawberry. “Eat this." She widen her eyes. “No." “But why?" Julian dipped the strawberry to the cream and took a bite, he tried to feed it to her. “It's tasty. I promise." She made a face while shaking her head. Julian sighed as he put a hand on the back of her head. “Taste it." The gently he pulled her face to him and kissed her mouth. She pulled away first, she grimaced. “Oh God, you do that again and I'm slapping you." He grinned. “Come on, let's watch this s
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Six
FLASHBACK... - Her imposing father stared down into her, his eyes dropping into her bandaged hand for a moment. ‘How's your hand?’ Sandra looked down into her hand too and smiled at him. ‘It's nothing to worry about.’ His eyes narrowed to her response. When he took a step forward to her she didn't cower, she just met his eyes unwaveringly. ‘Do you understand now how this people you call your friends can hurt you? It is always the closest ones who have the power of leaving the deepest scars in your heart.' ‘I know, daddy.' The corners of her lips curled up in a wry smiled. ‘I learned the hard way, as they say it all starts at home, considering I have no home in the first place. But you and mother had never been interested in me... the rest didn't hurt me at all. I'm used to it...’ She smiled blandly. ‘It's what happens when you keep on hurting... you get used to it.’ Mr. Parker's hand rose to touch her but had stopped himself, he dropped his hand on his side. ‘I am not
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Seven
“YOU ARE SUCH A SHAME IN THIS FAMILY!" Julian stilled and his head snapped towards the direction of the screaming voice, his brows furrowed. “IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO?! YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTER ARE JUST THE SAME! FAILURES!" Julian's eyes widen and walked towards that angry voice Julian so well know and despised. That Old man Parker. Julian turned into the corner and paused. Sandra and Mr. Parker stood face to face with the old man screaming profanities to her while Sandra wore an empty expression almost making her beautiful face look of a doll's. He couldn't take the verbal abuse she was getting from her very own father. The first time he is witnessing this and he was already raging in anger. He glared to Sandra though. Why wasn't she fighting back? She should claw her father's eyes out. Jesus, how long had this been going on? “What's going on here?" Both Mr. Parker and Sandra turned to him, Sandra smiled but Mr. Parker fumed in anger. Julian quietly walked towards them. “Wha
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Eight.
“Selflessness is selfish." When Shawn just started to her, Catherine explained. “The reason you should do things for other people alone is selfish. Whatever your reason is, it's a choice... There's no difference between selfish and selfless if you understand how the world works. We're all tied together. We live in an interdependent world, Shawn...” Shawn smiled. “You sounded like Sandra for a moment there.... it sounds like something she'd say.” Catherine shrugged. “It is how it is." Shawn watched her for a moment and when he spoke, his voice was controlled and held finality and firm on his voice. “I realized that... there seemed to be three choices, to give you trying to love, to stop being selfish, or to learn to love a person while continuing to be selfish." Catherine smirked. “Where is this coming from? That sounded very... complicated.” He smiled. “As mind boggling as the words itself, isn't it?" He shrugged then stared into her with a smile. “Catherine, I hope you
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Nine
Sophie stared down at her plate, her friend had reserved a dinner for the two of them tonight but her friend was stuck in traffic and he arrived first. Everyone was eyeing her the moment she entered. There was unpleasant and not so subtle whispers about her. “It's that bitch who slept with Shawn." Someone snipped. “I don't even want to be anywhere near here." Another one harshly commented. “That's Sophie Torres, right?" Someone snorted. “Look at her, she looks pathetic. Serves her right for crossing Catherine Hart and Sandra." Her tears fell as she looked down into her empty plate. She doesn't even know what she's crying for... her heart? Or her future? Or the hates she's getting? Nothing ever goes right and sometimes it just bundles up so much... it sinks deeper into her skin. God, it hurts so much. “Excuse me? Miss Sophie Torres?" She looked up to the General Manager. “Yes?" “It seems like your friend couldn't make it. We advise you to leave." She blinked. “Wha–
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Love Me. Hate Me. Sixty
“If you want me to be yours, you got to let me have you too..." He murmured softly against her ear. Julian moved closer to her removing his coat as he did. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all of the passion then he had. Her hands ran through his soft hair, her breasts were crushed against his hard chest and their mouth began to devour each other. Heart thudding Julian pulled back, looking into the dark eyes of a woman who knew what she wanted. His heart ached for her beauty. Sandra's hands pulled his polo shirt up, releasing it while she pushed it up and then over his head. Julian groaned. He had to feel her skin now. He put his arms around her again, had the zipper of her dress down and had the top pat pool over her tiny waist; he fumbled with the clasp of her bra until it finally undid. Sandra's breathing came faster as he lowered the first one strap and then another. Perfect, pale globes with nipples the same rose color as her lips greeted him. She shivered
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Love Me. Hate Me. Sixty One
Sandra sighed in his absence; Julian had always looked so good between her legs. He looked so at home there. Uh, probably because it's where he really belongs, between her legs. When he rose up, Sandra writhed beneath him, silently inviting him to join her. He held the tip of his cock at her entrance, looking in her eyes and waiting for her to tell him. “Julian, I need you." Sandra raised her hips, trying to capture him and moved her legs around his waist, desperate to have him inside her. “Please..." She murmured. “Damn..." He couldn't wait any longer especially with her saying please. “Slowly... I... shit..." He eased his length inside her, satisfying her need for him. Placing a kiss on her lips, he began to move. They both moaned in ecstasy as he started to rock against her, finding his right pace. “Uh.... hmmm... yes..." She whispered in his ear, her arms wrapped around him pulling him closer. Her nails digging against his flesh and sure to leave another traces of scr
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Love Me. Hate Me. Sixty Four
“Oh my God!" Jennifer Fernandez as if she was about to faint had reached for her husband's hand for support. Her loving husband who had always been an understanding man was instantly on her side and holding her comfortingly. Jenifer had reached ti cradle a hand against her chest and stared at Isaac unbelievingly. “Is that true?" She croaked. Shawn who had been standing on the side chuckled amusedly; he moved towards his auntie and kissed the side of her head. “I don't see anything wrong with it." Jennifer gasped in horror, staring at her son and nephew wt with contempt. Isaac smiled, shrugging. “I don't think you can do anything about it. Why don't you give them a chance?" The elegant older woman had turned helplessly to her husband. “Dear, please do tell, this is just another sick joke! My Julian... our son Julian is not about to have a relationship. Heaven forbid an intimate relationship with that... that... that vile excuse of a woman!" She shook her head. “It can't be!" Mr
Love Me. Hate Me. Sixty Three
“I LOVE JULIAN!" “You can love him all you want." Sandra waved a dissmisive hand, smiling. “It's not going to change the fact that he doesn't feel the same way." “Julian loves me!" Sophie insisted and she fumed when the man she recognized as the president of Phase 14, John Smith had snorted. Sophie glared to him in which he returned with an apologetic smile. Glowering to Sandra, Sophie hissed. “Julian loves me." She repeated firmly. “He cares for me and that's the truth." “He pities you." Sandra admonished gracefully. Sophie sputtered. “Unlike you, I worked my ass off to be when I am right now! To have the things I want and I'll be damned if I will let you ruin everything! I will not let you ruin it! You are not one to decide for my life and what happens to it!" Sophie cried. “I am asking you to stop this..." Sophie cried and she croaked. “Give me my life back! For you, this maybe nothing but for me... for me this is everything... I love Julian... I want my old life back
Love Me. Hate Me. Sixty Two
Faye played with the hem of her dress as she quietly watches her father work. She sat straight on the couch and gracefully like how she observed her mother does it. Faye graciously took her glass of milk and took a sip in what she thinks and elegant act. “Da-daddy?" “Yes, baby?" Julian asked while signing papers. His brows would furrow once in a while as he read the contents of the file, he would pile the ones he's going to personally review on his left while piling the other on his right that he already approves. “W-why a-are you al-al-always i-in o-our h-house?" Julian chuckled tearing his gaze away from the document. “Why? Don't you like your dad to be around more?" “I-I l-love i-i-it." Faye said and tilted her head innocently. “B-but daddy i-is tha-that wh-why y-you al-al-always bo-borrow ki-kisses from mo-mommy?" Julian sighed. Why can't his daughter forget about it? Aren't five year old kids supposed to forget things like that? Why can't Faye be one of those kids who
Love Me. Hate Me. Sixty One
Sandra sighed in his absence; Julian had always looked so good between her legs. He looked so at home there. Uh, probably because it's where he really belongs, between her legs. When he rose up, Sandra writhed beneath him, silently inviting him to join her. He held the tip of his cock at her entrance, looking in her eyes and waiting for her to tell him. “Julian, I need you." Sandra raised her hips, trying to capture him and moved her legs around his waist, desperate to have him inside her. “Please..." She murmured. “Damn..." He couldn't wait any longer especially with her saying please. “Slowly... I... shit..." He eased his length inside her, satisfying her need for him. Placing a kiss on her lips, he began to move. They both moaned in ecstasy as he started to rock against her, finding his right pace. “Uh.... hmmm... yes..." She whispered in his ear, her arms wrapped around him pulling him closer. Her nails digging against his flesh and sure to leave another traces of scr
Love Me. Hate Me. Sixty
“If you want me to be yours, you got to let me have you too..." He murmured softly against her ear. Julian moved closer to her removing his coat as he did. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all of the passion then he had. Her hands ran through his soft hair, her breasts were crushed against his hard chest and their mouth began to devour each other. Heart thudding Julian pulled back, looking into the dark eyes of a woman who knew what she wanted. His heart ached for her beauty. Sandra's hands pulled his polo shirt up, releasing it while she pushed it up and then over his head. Julian groaned. He had to feel her skin now. He put his arms around her again, had the zipper of her dress down and had the top pat pool over her tiny waist; he fumbled with the clasp of her bra until it finally undid. Sandra's breathing came faster as he lowered the first one strap and then another. Perfect, pale globes with nipples the same rose color as her lips greeted him. She shivered
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Nine
Sophie stared down at her plate, her friend had reserved a dinner for the two of them tonight but her friend was stuck in traffic and he arrived first. Everyone was eyeing her the moment she entered. There was unpleasant and not so subtle whispers about her. “It's that bitch who slept with Shawn." Someone snipped. “I don't even want to be anywhere near here." Another one harshly commented. “That's Sophie Torres, right?" Someone snorted. “Look at her, she looks pathetic. Serves her right for crossing Catherine Hart and Sandra." Her tears fell as she looked down into her empty plate. She doesn't even know what she's crying for... her heart? Or her future? Or the hates she's getting? Nothing ever goes right and sometimes it just bundles up so much... it sinks deeper into her skin. God, it hurts so much. “Excuse me? Miss Sophie Torres?" She looked up to the General Manager. “Yes?" “It seems like your friend couldn't make it. We advise you to leave." She blinked. “Wha–
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Eight.
“Selflessness is selfish." When Shawn just started to her, Catherine explained. “The reason you should do things for other people alone is selfish. Whatever your reason is, it's a choice... There's no difference between selfish and selfless if you understand how the world works. We're all tied together. We live in an interdependent world, Shawn...” Shawn smiled. “You sounded like Sandra for a moment there.... it sounds like something she'd say.” Catherine shrugged. “It is how it is." Shawn watched her for a moment and when he spoke, his voice was controlled and held finality and firm on his voice. “I realized that... there seemed to be three choices, to give you trying to love, to stop being selfish, or to learn to love a person while continuing to be selfish." Catherine smirked. “Where is this coming from? That sounded very... complicated.” He smiled. “As mind boggling as the words itself, isn't it?" He shrugged then stared into her with a smile. “Catherine, I hope you
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Seven
“YOU ARE SUCH A SHAME IN THIS FAMILY!" Julian stilled and his head snapped towards the direction of the screaming voice, his brows furrowed. “IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO?! YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTER ARE JUST THE SAME! FAILURES!" Julian's eyes widen and walked towards that angry voice Julian so well know and despised. That Old man Parker. Julian turned into the corner and paused. Sandra and Mr. Parker stood face to face with the old man screaming profanities to her while Sandra wore an empty expression almost making her beautiful face look of a doll's. He couldn't take the verbal abuse she was getting from her very own father. The first time he is witnessing this and he was already raging in anger. He glared to Sandra though. Why wasn't she fighting back? She should claw her father's eyes out. Jesus, how long had this been going on? “What's going on here?" Both Mr. Parker and Sandra turned to him, Sandra smiled but Mr. Parker fumed in anger. Julian quietly walked towards them. “Wha
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Six
FLASHBACK... - Her imposing father stared down into her, his eyes dropping into her bandaged hand for a moment. ‘How's your hand?’ Sandra looked down into her hand too and smiled at him. ‘It's nothing to worry about.’ His eyes narrowed to her response. When he took a step forward to her she didn't cower, she just met his eyes unwaveringly. ‘Do you understand now how this people you call your friends can hurt you? It is always the closest ones who have the power of leaving the deepest scars in your heart.' ‘I know, daddy.' The corners of her lips curled up in a wry smiled. ‘I learned the hard way, as they say it all starts at home, considering I have no home in the first place. But you and mother had never been interested in me... the rest didn't hurt me at all. I'm used to it...’ She smiled blandly. ‘It's what happens when you keep on hurting... you get used to it.’ Mr. Parker's hand rose to touch her but had stopped himself, he dropped his hand on his side. ‘I am not
