MIGUEL'S POV I rushed my car towards the hospital upon hearing the news that Michelle was having another heart attack. I was worried for my sister. Just earlier, I had talked to her.My hands were trembling as I drove. I needed a large sum of money for Michelle's operation. I hadn't talked to Sir Samson yet to ask if I could get a cash advance from him since I had just started working and I might have to take a leave.Sir Samson knew about my sister's condition. I was grateful that he understood my situation.I redialed my mom's number. This was my third call, and she still wasn't answering. I was anxious about Michelle. She had a heart condition and needed immediate surgery.My head was pounding from thinking about where to get the money. I wasn't sure if Sir Samson would allow me to get a cash advance.I quickly made my way into the hospital after parking the car. I tried calling my mom again as I hurriedly walked towards the second floor. I swore under my breath when I couldn't r
I want to back out of this kind of job and just go home. But the money that the guests give to the men is tempting. I have to set aside my pride for the sake of my sister. Kaiden sat on the lap of an elderly woman. He played with her hair. He whispered something, making her laugh. "Is this your first time here?" the man asked me before he undressed in front of his customer. I flinched when the elderly woman suddenly grabbed his manhood, caressing it. I felt more disgusted. "What are you waiting for there, Migs? Christmas? You won't earn unless you join us in what we're doing," Kaiden said, continuing what he's doing. I can't do this. I'm a fuckboy, but I've never engaged with older individuals. They're older than my mother by several years. I took a step back. "Come on, Miggy. Move there," Kaiden chuckled at me. Dancers were stripping, kissing, and interacting with different customers. My stomach churned at what I saw. "Sorry, Kaiden. But I cannot do this. I can't..." I said,
I bit my lower lip and carried Caroline out of the bar as she was staggering while walking. Her eyes were closed as I lifted her like a newlywed bride. I gently set her down inside the car. I adjusted her clothes as her chest was nearly exposed. I took off my coat, which I wore earlier, and used it to cover her body. Inayos ko ang aking suot na damit and glanced at her before starting the car engine. She's sleeping. I drove slowly towards their house to prevent Caroline from feeling dizzy and getting sick during the trip. "What happened to Ma'am Caroline, Miguel?" Mrs. Cristy asked in surprise as I entered the mansion carrying Caroline. "She attended her friend's birthday party, Mrs. Cristy," I replied. "She'll get scolded again once Sir Samson finds out about this," she said as she followed me up the stairs. I carefully laid Caroline down on her bed. Manang Cristy helped me in placing the blanket over her. "Could you please cook a warm soup for Ma'am Caroline, Mrs. Cristy? She
CAROLINE'S POV I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I checked the time - it's seven o'clock in the morning. I cursed as I remembered it was Saturday today, and I forgot to turn it off. I got up to do my morning routine. I entered the bathroom to wash my face. I decided to postpone taking a shower since my head still hurt. After washing up, I left the room to have breakfast. I furrowed my brow when I saw Cecile sleeping on the couch in the living room. She hadn't changed into her house clothes yet. She must have arrived home in the morning. "Good morning, Ma'am," I heard Mrs. Cristy greet. I quickly turned to her. She had a blanket with her. "Are you feeling better now?" "Good morning. I'm fine. Thank you for last night." I smiled and took the blanket from her, laying it over my sister. "What time did Cecile come home?" "She got home in the early hours, Ma'am. She was very drunk and refused to sleep in her room." "Who brought her home? Was it Josh?" Mrs. Cristy sh
Alexander stood up and approached me. He continued to gaze at me as I looked at him through the mirror. Alexander was decent-looking. It's just that he's not my type because he has a lot of tattoos on his body, and his background isn't appealing. If his family weren't wealthy, I don't know if he could easily get out of jail. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "I'm still in the middle of something, Alexander. Why don't you sit on the bed? I can't focus on getting ready with you here," I said, removing his hands from my shoulders, but he only tightened his grip on my shoulders. "I want to watch you while doing your makeup, Caroline." "You can still watch me without touching me, Alexander." "Am I not allowed? But why are other men allowed to watch and touch you?" I couldn't speak immediately. I just stared at him. His face was serious as he looked back at me. His aura now was intimidating. I swallowed hard as he
I continued to hold on to Miguel until the police arrived. They carefully handcuffed Alexander even though he was still unconscious. "You need to come with us to the precinct, Ma'am," the policewoman said to me. "I'll take care of him, Ma'am. I'm his bodyguard," Miguel said, catching the attention of the police. "Weren't you the one who picked up your friend earlier?" the policewoman asked him. Miguel glanced at me before replying, "Yes, ma'am," in a restrained tone. They looked back at me. "Will you come with us, or will you have him take you home?" "I-I'll just have him take me there" I replied. The police nodded before leaving my room. I released my embrace on Miguel and sat on my bed. He walked towards the door and locked it. "Get dressed so we can go to the police station," he said, facing away from me. I didn't move or speak. I still couldn't believe what Alexander had done to me. He almost raped me. Tears started to well up again, and I quickly wiped them away. "Are
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