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
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
A man approached Miguel and put his hand on his shoulder.“I don’t care if you’re her date,” the man said, glancing at me. “I’m going to teach him a lesson!”My eyes widened as the man suddenly punched Miguel. But Miguel quickly dodged the punch, sending the man sprawling to the ground. I got out of the car and pulled Miguel away from the man.A few men approached us, presumably the man’s friends. They helped him to his feet.“Let me go!” the man yelled angrily and kicked the men helping him up.“Drake, that’s enough. You’re drunk. Don’t start any trouble!” shouted a man with dark skin and curly hair.“I’m going to teach that woman a lesson! How dare she call me a b-” He didn’t finish his sentence before he threw up.“Let’s just take him home. He’s drunk,” said one of his companions, who had slanted eyes. He looked at us. “Guys, please excuse our friend. He doesn’t know how to control himself when he’s drunk. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”Miguel just nodded. He put his arm arou
I excitedly entered my room. I searched for clothes in my suitcase that I could wear. I found a black strapless silk dress. I looked at myself in the big mirror. After I got dressed, I put on light makeup just enough so that the swelling of my eyes wouldn’t be noticeable.“I’m done!” I announced when I came out of my room. I furrowed my brow when I saw what Miguel was wearing. “We’re going to a bar.”He was wearing a black suit and black pants. In his outfit, he looked like a mafia boss, and he became even more handsome.“I don’t have anything else to wear, Caroline. You’re the only one who’s going to drink. I’m your bodyguard. I’ll watch over you while you’re partying,” he said gruffly.Sometimes I wonder if he works for my family. Since we became close, our way of addressing each other became casual. I can also show myself to him, the real me.He opened the car door for me. I immediately got in. I looked at myself in the mirror. I adjusted my eyeliner and eyeshadow.“Fasten your sea
I wanted to go with him to ease the problems I was thinking about. But I immediately changed my mind when I heard Love Rein’s name again.“Love Rein was asking what your favorite foods are. She plans to visit here.” Miguel sat on the floor.I closed my eyes before facing him. I forced a smile. “Did you tell her where I’m living now?”Miguel nodded. “She wants to be friends with you. There’s nothing wrong with that, I think -”“I need some privacy, Miguel! It would help if you hadn’t told her where I live. Why are you so impulsive? You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be friends with her or not. I know you’re friends with her. You two have a history, especially since you have feelings for each other. You’re friends with her, Miguel. I’m not. You shouldn’t have told her where I live!”“I told her the address of your house, Caroline. I didn’t tell her you’re living in the condo,” said Miguel. I covered my mouth. “I won’t force you to be friends with her if you don’t want to.” He stood u
I stayed in my room all day. I wanted to be alone, so I told Miguel to go grocery shop for food.I opened my social media accounts, hoping my friends had unblocked me. My shoulders slumped when I saw that I was still blocked in their social media accounts.I created a new account. I followed them all and immediately sent them messages. I placed my phone on the table after I sent them messages on their respective social media accounts.I continued sipping the warm soup Miguel cooked. He’s a good cook. It was like I was eating at an expensive restaurant. I looked at the rice Miguel put on my plate earlier. I swallowed when I finished it all. It was the first time I ate that much rice again.I picked up my phone when I noticed someone was calling. I smiled with joy when I saw Avery’s name. I quickly answered it."Hello, Ave!" I tried to adjust my voice so she wouldn’t notice I had been crying. "Ave? Avery? Are you there?" I asked when she didn’t answer.I heard her clear her throat on th
I grabbed a large suitcase and packed my belongings. I took my car keys before leaving my room. As I opened the door, I saw Daddy standing by the side."Caroline, let's talk first. Don't leave—""We have nothing to talk about, Dad. You lied to me. You made me a fool!" I yelled, dragging my suitcase down the stairs. Daddy followed me. I quickened my pace. "What reason do I have to stay in this house, Dad? Mommy is furious with me. I don't want to add to her problems."I caught Cecile in the living room. She was watching TV, and her smile stretched from ear to ear when she saw my large suitcase."Want me to see you out?" she asked sarcastically."That's enough, Cecile! Don't talk to your sister like that!" Daddy scolded her."Why, Dad? She's the one who wants to leave the house. We're not kicking her out. But it's good that she's leaving so there will be fewer people to feed." She rolled her eyes.I smiled. My whole life, I've been trying to get their attention. Now she calls me a freel
Mommy lowered the glass she was holding. She grabbed another cigarette and lit it. It was like I wasn't even there in front of them."Why aren't you answering my question?" I turned to Mommy's friends. "Do you know anything about who I am?"They didn't answer. They just looked down. I gasped."Oh, there's Samson. We're going home, Glenda," Tita Monique said. She stood up and grabbed her bag.Mommy just nodded and took a sip of her cigarette. "Be careful on the road. Thanks for visiting. Just text or call me when we go to the casino again.""Are you leaving?" Daddy asked Mommy's friends when he arrived."Yes, Samson. Samantha and I have somewhere to be. We'll leave you for now," Tita Monique answered. She pulled Tita Samantha outside even though she wasn't done putting on her makeup."How are you feeling, hija?" Daddy asked me. He tried to hold my hand, but I quickly pulled it away."Are you my father from outside, Dad?" I asked. His eyes widened. He turned to Mommy and Cecile."What k
I lent Miguel some clothes. I have plenty of large garments that I don't use anymore. I also finished tending to his wounds and bruises. "Why don't you just sleep here? Stay with me," I said while preparing some milk. I got some food from the mini-fridge and placed it on the table. "You know that's not possible, Caroline." He stood up and helped me carry the food. "Someone might see us. I also need to go back to my room in case your Dad looks for me." "I'll lock my room. They won't be able to open it because it's locked from the inside." I peeled an orange. "What you're thinking is dangerous. I don't want to lose my job, and I don't want to ruin your life if they find out about us." He fed me a piece of chocolate. "Just for tonight. Please, Miguel. I'm scared to sleep alone, especially since the police haven't caught Ken yet, and all the policemen who were with you died earlier." He held my hands. "I'll leave once you fall asleep." "Don't you want to sleep beside me?" I tried t
I was catching my breath after Miguel ate my pearl of the Orient. He unbuttoned his pants. His large manhood was exposed, as if ready to go to war. My cheeks flushed as I remembered what I had done before. I sat properly, watching him undress his boxer shorts. I repeatedly bit my lip as he took off his boxers. His manhood stood erect. I wanted to touch it, to taste it, to play with it. "Is this your way of courting me?" I asked. My gaze was still fixed on his manhood. "Don't you like it?" He held his manhood. "I'm just curious why you didn't agree to be my boyfriend. You still want to court me," I replied. "Don't answer me because you know I have feelings for you. I want us to have mutual feelings before you answer me. I'm not rushing you. I want you to think about your decision carefully. I don't want you to regret your decision, Caroline." I couldn't speak. I was tongue-tied by what he said. He made a point that mutual feelings are important before I answer him. But in my case
I wrapped my arms around Miguel's neck and followed the movement of his lips. I felt his hand moving on my back. He was writing something, but I didn't understand because I was busy kissing him.He suddenly stopped kissing me. I looked at him. "This is wrong," he said. He took my hand, which was wrapped around his neck."W-Why?" I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I thought you missed me?""What we're doing is wrong, Caroline," Miguel said hoarsely. It felt like cold water was poured over me in embarrassment. He held my two legs. He stroked them."Is there a problem, Miguel?" I asked. I searched for his eyes. He didn't want to look directly at me. "Don't you want to? Are you tired of me?""You are my problem, Caroline," he answered. I felt like I lost all my strength. "What we're doing is wrong. You have a boyfriend, and everyone knows it. I don't want to reach a point where anyone finds out what we're doing. I don't want to ruin your and your family's reputation.""Is that all you t