His face showed a mix of desire and aggression as he thrust his manhood in and out of me. I felt like I was losing my mind with each of his movements. The pain I had felt earlier when he entered me was now replaced with pleasure. "I'll make sure you forget what he did to you. I'll fuck you until you scream my name," he said with determination. As time passed, Miguel's movements became faster. I was almost catching my breath. I didn't know how long I could hold back from moaning. I wanted to scream and moan. "I'm about to cum," he said, increasing his pace even more. He thrust deeply with each entry. I blinked when he suddenly pulled out of me. As I opened my eyes, I saw him holding himself. I swallowed hard as my gaze dropped to the floor. I watched as he grabbed wet wipes and tissues. I remained fixated on him as I observed how he cleaned himself with the wet wipes and wiped the floor with tissue where his fluids had spilled. He sat beside me after cleaning up. I still couldn
He provided me with immense pleasure. The instant I experienced the intense pleasure from our passionate encounter, I realized that it wasn't solely the physical act that brought me to that point. There was a certain attraction I felt towards him. He was handsome and tall, exuding a strong sexual presence. It was as if he personified the essence of desire. With just a glance, you could sense it would be an exhilarating experience in bed. However, what stands out the most is the realization that our relationship is not permanent. He serves as my bodyguard, and my family has the power to dismiss him at any time. Despite this uncertainty, I find solace in the fact that at least one aspect of my life is going well—I can experience the pleasure I desire. Adjusting to our arrangement was challenging. Each time we engaged in foreplay, I hoped that things would be different and that the experience would surpass previous encounters. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Nevertheless, one po
We didn't stay long and soon arrived at the police station where Alexander was brought. The police officers greeted us as soon as they saw us entering. "Good day. I am the Deputy Chief here," the elderly man greeted us as he cleaned his glasses. "Are you Mr. Brooks' daughter?" I nodded before sitting on a vacant chair, while Miguel stood by the door. "Mr. Mercedez called us earlier. He said it wasn't his son's intention to do what he did to you, Ma'am." "What? It wasn't his intention? He tried to rape me, Sir. Thankfully, my bodyguard arrived just in time!" I exclaimed in anger. "He said you're a couple and it's normal for partners to do such things," the Deputy Chief replied. "We're a couple? He's not my boyfriend, Sir. He was just courting me, and after what he did to me, I will never accept him!" "That's what Mr. Mercedez told us, Ma'am. I don't think he would lie to us." I sighed. "I never was his girlfriend. Mr. Mercedez's claims are not true." "Oh, Ma'am. Are you sugges
I pushed Miguel when his phone suddenly rang. He grinned before checking who was calling. "Yes, Mom. How is Mich- what?!" I glanced at him. Miguel suddenly turned pale, and I noticed his hands trembling on the steering wheel. "But the money I saved up is still not enough for her operation. Maybe we can have Michelle's surgery today even if we lack the funds, Mom." He tightened his grip on the wheel. Worry was evident on his face. "Please calm down, Mom. I'll find a way for Michelle to undergo surgery later. Tell Dr. Abenson that we have enough money now. We'll think about the remaining amount later after the operation." "How much more money do you need to complete the funds for your sister's operation? Maybe I can help," I interjected, causing Miguel to look at me. He didn't respond right away. Instead of answering my question, he avoided eye contact. "I'm on my way there. Tell Doc I have the money, Mom," he said before ending the call. He massaged his head while holding the
We waited for Miguel's mom to finish eating. I suddenly lost my mood because of what he said. He preferred to drive me home rather than stay here and accompany them in the operation of his sister. I couldn't blame him because he was just doing his job. Daddy instructed him yesterday, and he just followed it.We bid goodbye to his mom as he drove me to my boyfriend Alexander's house. I wanted to confront him and tell his mom that he was not my boyfriend and to recount what he did to me earlier. But I couldn't bring myself to add more to his mom's worries.I walked ahead, and he followed behind me. He was quiet until we reached where he parked the car. I didn't even wait for him to open the door for me."Are you still going home or are we heading straight to their place?" he asked after starting the car's engine.I rolled my eyes. "Just take me to their house. I don't need to change into formal clothes in front of them. I'll be talking to a demon, not saints.""Okay," was his curt reply
"What are you talking about, Caroline? Glenda said earlier that you've already accepted him," Tita Camille said."You might just be upset with our son because of what happened between you earlier. It wasn't his intention for that to happen," Tito Rome interjected.I shook my head. "I'm not upset, and I'm telling the truth. I didn't accept him, and I will never accept him after what he did to me. I'm sorry, but I cannot accept your son." I stood up and grabbed my bag. "If you don't mind, I'll go home."I was about to turn around when Alexander suddenly pulled me back. I instinctively gripped the chair as I almost lost my balance."Let go of me!" I shouted at him and withdrew my hand."Where are you going?" he asked, retaking my hand."I'm going home. I don't want to see your face! You're hurting me!""Alexander!" Tito Rome called out to him, so we both turned to his parents. "Let her go. Take her home if she wants to go home. You're just scaring her more.""But Dad-""Caroline might st
I didn't sleep well last night after talking to Miguel. The thought of the woman he was with last night still lingered in my mind. If she wasn't his sibling or cousin, she might be his girlfriend. I got up and stretched my body. I immediately went to the bathroom to do my daily routine. While showering, I planned my activities for the day. I planned to go to the hospital to visit Miguel's sister. I was going to stop by the church first before buying fruits to bring to the hospital. I had Manong Berto drive me to the hospital as Miguel wasn't available today. After attending church, I headed straight to the mall to buy fruits, food, and clothes for Michelle. I busied myself looking for clothes that would fit Miguel's sister. I also bought items that Michelle could use at school. I ate first before thinking of leaving the mall. As I exited, I quickly hailed a taxi to the hospital. I smiled as I watched the taxi driver load the items I bought for Michelle into the taxi. I arrived at t
I only snapped back to reality when the door opened again. A woman entered and rushed towards us. "What happened to Tita Mary?" the woman asked, concern evident as she assisted Miguel. The woman briefly glanced at me before helping Miguel wake Tita. She still hasn't regained consciousness. Miguel lifted his mother, who looked pale. I felt even more anxious. "Please watch over my sister, Caroline. I'll take her outside to be checked by the nurses," Miguel said before quickly leaving the room with the woman. I was left in a daze, still staring at the door. I placed my hand on my chest while trying to catch my breath. I sat on the chair and looked at Michelle. I took her hand and held it. "Get well soon. Your mother and brother need you," I whispered as gently touched her hand. I looked up as the door creaked open. Amira entered, carrying a cup of milk tea. She rolled her eyes when she noticed me looking at her. "Where's Aunt Marry?" she asked in a sassy tone. She sat on another