FAEI made sure that there were no visitors in my condo the next day—just in case Jigo thought of coming by and ended up having to do the 'wrong door' trick again. I positioned myself in the living room so I could hear the doorbell if it rang. I couldn't shake off my restlessness, and I knew it wouldn't go away until I saw him again.But not a single soul wandered to my door all morning.In the afternoon, I spent my time filling my small canvases with acrylic paint to distract myself. It helped, as I enjoyed painting, as long as they were just small projects to fill up a day or two while I thought about what to do next with my life. By the evening, I had three good specimens drying on the easel, and I felt so proud of myself.That evening, I found myself in front of the TV, binge-watching the final season of my favorite show 'Suits' because I was tired but couldn't fall asleep.Then I was jolted awake by the sound of the doorbell. I dozed off on the couch without realizing it.I glanc
FAE I lazily moved. Multiple orgasms before Jigo finally reached his peak, even after he’d warned me it was going to be quick. A bunch of bullshit. He had the stamina of a carabao.He laughed while I pouted and told him that. He showered me with kisses and hugs. He tickled me and nibbled on me. We weren't talking about anything serious. Not talking at all. Not much. But he kept touching me and kissing me as if he was trying to make up for the days we missed this, and I let him, not caring that the morning was slipping away. It was more than enough, but I wanted all he could give me. I wanted him."Jigo, your phone is vibrating again," I eventually told him. The gadget was resting on the nightstand and had buzzed a few times.He sighed, burying his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder while holding me tightly against his body. If I could only shout it down to people passing on the road down my window how good this felt.I know, I know. I’m shutting up already.After a few moments
FAE"Okay, okay..." I said, dumbfounded by his words."What is? It’s okay with you? You agree?""I agree. If you really want to try, when do we start?" I asked, exhilarated at how easy it was right now to succumb to him. She didn’t care later. And not caring felt good, too. Right, somehow. His face brightened. He even smiled a bit, looking relieved. "Date me?" he asked, his eyes fixed on my lips.I licked my lips. "You really want to date?""We’re already sleeping together. It’s only right, isn’t it?"I shook my head. "I don’t know. I don’t know how men think. You’ve hooked up but didn’t like them. We’ve also hooked up but suddenly you want to be exclusive. So I don’t know what we’re doing.""Fae… I don’t give a fuck how other men think. The only thing I care about now is you only think about what I think from now on."I gasped. "So demanding." Then I laughed when he pounced on me and pinned me to the bed. "Jigo!""I don’t know why I seem so stupid right now. I seem to be talking too
FAEI stared at him in surprise. Okay, that was fast. That’s… good.“What will you tell your grandma?” I didn’t want to talk to his grandma about this. I might find myself saying yes because she could be that sweetly persuasive, and I really couldn’t say ‘no’ to her. That old lady had a steel backbone and liquid fire in her blood. Whenever I was with her, it was like facing a queen. Even if she smelled like expensive baby powder.I suddenly realized where her grandson had gotten his steel charm from. Ugh!“I don’t know yet. I’ll think of something,” he was saying. “As long as you continue to see me even if the family I belong to used to be connected to your father’s old crowd and, well… I guess I remind you of Carl, too.” He didn’t like that. I saw a muscle ticking in his jaw.“It’s not like that. I still want to see them. I will go to birthday parties and whatever event they will invite me to. They’re family. But in my professional life, I want to find my place on my own.”“Because y
FAE“Drive safely,” I told him and gave him a peck on the cheek. He was already in his suit, and I was back in my robe, my knees a little wobbly. I planned to go back to bed and sleep the morning away once he was gone.“Yes, babe. If you promise you will eat your lunch on time, send me messages about your day, and not cry while I’m at the office.”I almost choked on my laugh before I pinched him lightly where I held him. He made a small noise as he grinned down at me cheekily, his eyes holding a memory of the heat we’d shared since we woke up.Then we stared at each other.I cleared my throat and pushed him away. “Go to work, please. I don’t want to be a bad influence on you.”“You’re going to be a good wife.”Ugh! He just wouldn’t stop! “I don’t know how to cook.”“I’ll cook.”I gave him a sweet smile. “You’re going to be a great husband, then.”“Marry me, babe.”I glared at him. “Jigo!”His eyebrows shot up. Then he pouted.Spencer Jigo Myrick was pouting.“Not calling me ‘baby’ any
FAEI didn’t know how to cook. But I wanted to do something special for him when he arrived, so after taking my shower, eating a late lunch, and cleaning up, I decided to find out what food he liked. Shyly, I called the only person who knew about Jigo and me and whom I could trust—Maria.His favorite dish was Sinigang Prawns, a tamarind-based sour soup with prawns and lots of vegetables. Maria’s professional tone as she listed the restaurants he frequented for a Sinigang fix was a relief. I picked one, ordered a takeout, and added a few other dishes from their menu. Cooking it myself would have been a disaster, though I did plan to learn someday. The thought of preparing good food for someone made me smile—something I hadn’t felt since Dad died. Well, there was Carl. Back then, I’d attempted pancakes for him, unsupervised. That was chaotic, but he ate them anyway, laughing the whole time.I caught myself smiling and froze. No pain. No sadness. Just a fond memory. A bit of moisture stu
FAEAfter that episode, we decided to give it a break and continue the next night if something didn’t come up, or the next. It was actually my fault. I yawned, and suddenly I was being packed to the bedroom. I had to insist on helping to clean up our mess, but he did send me to get ready for bed while he finished up with the remaining dishes that needed washing.I went through a quick shower before brushing myself with the towel dry. I got done with the remaining things I had to do before going to bed, trying my best to be as normal as I could be about it. Like I wasn’t excited I was going to sleep again with Jigo tonight. My hair dried and brushed and a robe around me, I came out the bathroom to an empty bedroom. He wasn’t there yet.I went to my minuscule built-in cabinet and took out a sleepwear—a short, peach silk nightdress—and quickly donned it. I’d already slathered my body with lotion and it was fast drying on my skin. Feeling relaxed, super comfy and ready for bed, I came o
FAESo we married.After the marriage, I reflected on myself.I searched for those uneasy doubts I felt about my impulsive decision—because it was. I knew it. I tried to find any feeling of disappointment or dismay for what I had done. But whenever I looked at Jigo, those feelings disappeared. They were replaced with wonder. Because I still couldn’t understand how a man known to be commitment-phobic and someone I could never imagine would ever pay attention to me convinced me to marry him so quickly.We had become lovers for just barely a month. Definitely carried away by our feelings.I thought we were supposedly a bit smarter than anyone I knew.Unfortunately, time would tell.We had gone over expectations and rules a day after I agreed to marry him, to be written in a contract we both would sign. I video-recorded it, too. Yes… he’d indulged my lawyer-side. Quite relaxed, even, because he already got what he wanted. He knew I wouldn’t back out.I didn’t think he would let me, anyway
FAE “You’ve gone very quiet,” he said after a moment, his tone asking me something else—did he get me upset? Was I angry at him? “Have I gone too far?” This time, his voice sounded more than worried. He sounded scared.I raised my eyes to him again. “I want to know why.”“Why I want something like that? I have been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it. It was different when we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him. I thought that was how it was going to be if I had a chance for your attention. That if Carl didn’t really care about you, I could try and woo you and have you even if I knew you wanted him. I could live with that.”“Wha-aa-t?!” I was so surprised by this confession that I raised myself from the bed and sat there and stared down at his guilty face. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.He nodded. “I had wanted you so much I could stand just being the second choice.”“Oh baby, baby—are you crazy?! You ca
FAEHe pulled me to him and there was one of those mind-numbing kisses again. I was quivering after he’d released my lips. He moved with me near the window ledge, and it had just enough edge for me to be able to lean on to as he placed me where he wanted me. With his eyes on mine, he lowered himself on his knees between my open thighs and slowly slid the hem of my dress upward my thighs until my apex was exposed, still covered in sexily cut cotton panties, but with a spot already dewy with my arousal.I had to look just casually sitting there from whoever could see outside while my husband slid that cloth to the side so he could tongue my quivering pussy. And if I wasn’t of stronger stuff, I would have melted right there on the ledge to the floor. But the game was up, and my back was erect and my head was tilted to the side a little, as if I was conversing with someone, while my thighs twitched at every damn flick and slide of that wonderful, flexible tongue. I couldn’t help my moan w
SARAHI could hear his voice. For days now, I have been able to hear him talking to me. I couldn’t open my eyes. They had something covering them. I couldn’t speak but for a few moans. I thought I lost some of my teeth when Vega beat me up. My face didn’t feel like my face. I tried to raise my hand to touch it, but it was on a cast… I wasn’t sure but they told me later. There was a kind nurse who told me what she thought I should know about my injuries. She called Carl my husband. She told me he stayed by my bedside at all hours and when he would leave, it was only for a very short time. She told me I was lucky to have a husband like him.She didn’t know the full story and that we were getting our marriage annulled, but what the hell. It hurt too much to try to speak. It hurt worse to think. A good thing I was always asleep. It weakened me so much to plan.Sometimes I would also hear Fae’s voice. She told me she was staying in the same private hospital and that she had her leg injured
SARAH The door opened with a crash and the next thing I knew, someone had hauled me off the day bed with a hand clutching my throat.“Akh!” I tried to pry the hand off, but he wouldn’t let me. It was Vega. I could smell him before I could see his face. And his hand on my throat wasn’t anything new.Except this time, I thought he would actually kill me. His face was blotched with red patches of rage.“What did you do? What did you do, you bitch!”Thankfully, he threw me on the bed after that because I could breathe. I wasn’t dead yet. He’d found out. But I knew he would. I was ready.“What do you mean?” I turned to him with tears in my eyes. Having your throat on a vise grip could do that. “I didn’t do anything!”“You were with that husband of yours! He’s been coming to our sauna and you’ve been entertaining him and fucking him without telling me!” He was fuming with anger, his voice like a thunderclap inside the room.“Carl?” I scoffed. “I have been playing with him… been playi
FAEThey’re trying to break the windows. I could see Klyd starting to move where he fell unconscious after our vehicle was upturned from the crash. It was his body that protected me but his head hit something and he lost consciousness after that. Ben was still crouch over me, as bloody as he was, trying to protect me. His phone was still on and I knew Jigo was still on the line, listening as I was hoping others moved on his end quickly to help us get out of here alive—or me from getting kidnapped.I heard Ben say the men outside were after me. They were going to take me. I could see Mang Chito’s head as he swung from the seatbelt that still strapped him to the chair. I thought he was dead. His neck… I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my jaws to fight off vomiting. I must think. I must calm down and think. I couldn’t die here or have the other two men die because of me. I couldn’t even get past thinking what would happen if those men outside were able to kidnap me. I would rather di
FAEWe’ve fucked twice and he’s insatiable. We hadn’t even left the office and noone had disturbed us since we came here. I was too happy to worry about the embarrassment I would feel once we went outside, and I could see the faces of the guys and the employees here. I got my husband back. And it wasn’t just our honest fuck life, but his worries and fears.In the last hour, he told me everything he was holding back about the problem with the clubs. He also confessed the plans he and his lawyers plus the investigators came up with to eliminate the problem once and for all in the coming months—by setting up a trap for this druglord, dismantling his organization, and either putting him in jail or eliminating him forever in a legitimate operation.She listened and did not feel any judgment at all about everything he’d confessed. Years of listening, deliberate or not, in the background as her father conferred and negotiated for his clients and listening to what wasn’t being said by discuss
FAEFrom his sprawling position, he got up with the fluidity of a cat. I had to remind myself he was already my husband, already mine, after the lethality of that grace had my body reacting possessive. Any other day a year ago, when I had nothing to do with him except be his bestfriend’s foster sister, and I would have wanted him for myself after seeing that—definitely what other women on that platform were feeling now. Covet was a sin. Even now, if I happened to be somebody else’s wife, I would have reacted the same to him. Thank the fucking heavens for aggressively assertive males who get you wedded and tied in their beds before you realize you had married the most desirable man on earth. Jigo was my champion.No one stopped us. I didn’t want to care at this point whether they knew, and the look on Carl’s face was a mess I didn’t even want to contemplate. I walked ahead and got down the short steps knowing Jigo was following me, his eyes on my back like a hawk’s. He reached my side,
FAE It’s already ten in the evening and he hadn’t come home yet. My husband called to let me know he would be going to one of the clubs, Incubus III, to work on the latest books and inform their people they would have a sabbatical for three months when the arson investigation and legal proceedings would be happening. He had already informed Incubus I and II about the development and Incubus I would be closing its doors temporarily at the beginning of next week, with Incubus II the week later. Incubus III would operate until the end of the month.I didn’t even want to parse through my emotions about this.Normally, this hour would be early. But it wasn’t for Jigo. He would leave the club at 8:30 to come home to me, calling me to see if he was going to be a little late. But he hadn’t called, and it had been a tensed two days. Our situation had become worse and worse because he wouldn’t talk to me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wouldn’t let him start being absent from me in this mar
CARLI didn’t see the difference the first time. I knew there was an existing problem. He was already worried about the arson that happened in one of the nightclubs. He already decided to close the establishments temporarily because concern about security and anticipating another attack had been consuming his people and he thought there was no price that was enough for peace of mind. Jigo’s mind was now going through details about where to transfer his employees for the mean time while he consulted us about putting up a new business. But it took almost an hour before I realized his distracted air wasn’t about his workers but about something else. The guys that were physically present—Joel, Ivan and Cleo—started to notice, too, and had exchanged meaningful looks with each other. And I thought, if there was anything that could trouble our friend like this other than the business and his employees, it was family. So it was either Lola Leah, or it’s about his wife.My back straightened at