Patricia remained silent as she and Alvin dined together. They had gone to a charming seafood restaurant, and Alvin had thoughtfully ordered dishes she particularly loved. She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose, but deep down, she was grateful. The rich aroma of freshly grilled seafood filled the air, making her stomach rumble with anticipation.“You’re really hungry, huh?” Alvin remarked, his voice tinged with amusement as he watched her eat with gusto.Patricia smiled softly at him, her eyes momentarily meeting his before she returned to her meal. The flavors exploded on her tongue, each bite a reminder of how much she had missed a proper meal. At that moment, all her worries faded into the background as she indulged in the delicious spread before her.“I haven’t really had breakfast yet, Sir Alvin. And last night, I didn’t have a proper dinner either—just some oatmeal,” she explained, her voice trailing off as she scooped up another mouthful of rice, the grains warm and comforting
The kiss between them deepened, growing more intense with each passing second. Alvin’s lips moved against hers with a fierce urgency, as if he had been starving for her touch, for the taste of her. The raw hunger in his kiss sent a jolt of electricity through Patricia, making her head spin. It felt like he was trying to consume her, to make her his in every way, and she couldn’t help but respond with equal fervor. Each kiss, each caress, seemed to fan the flames of desire burning inside her. She felt herself slipping, losing control as Alvin’s lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed her body, their touch igniting every nerve ending, making her shiver with anticipation. “Oh, Alvin—” Patricia moaned, her voice a breathless whisper as she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Alvin’s lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her throat before descending further. Each kiss felt like a bran
“There’s no one else here, so most of the time, we’ll be eating out,” Alvin remarked as they stepped into the house, his voice resonating through the high ceilings of the spacious foyer.Patricia’s eyes wandered around the room, drinking in every detail of the grand, yet tastefully designed space. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft, golden light filtering through the tall windows, while the walls, adorned with elegant artwork, added a touch of sophistication to the home. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and faint traces of lavender, giving the house a cozy yet refined atmosphere. The antique furniture, each piece meticulously crafted and preserved, hinted at the home’s rich history. It was a house that held stories, and Patricia couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.“This place is beautiful,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to take in her surroundings. But as soon as the words left her lips, she quickly shook
“And what are you doing in Batangas? Why didn’t you tell me ahead of time?” Caleb’s voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the room like a blade. Patricia could feel the tension in the air, his frustration palpable even through the phone. She sighed deeply, feeling the weight of his questions pressing down on her. She knew he was angry, and she couldn’t blame him.“What are you doing, Patricia? Why do you have to go through all of this? We could have done everything the right way,” Caleb continued, his tone laced with irritation and disappointment, each word a reminder of how much he cared for her.Patricia closed her eyes briefly, taking another deep breath to steady herself before she spoke. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. This was all so sudden, and—”“So, what do you mean by that? Does that man make sudden decisions just to upset you? You don’t need to do this, Tracy. I’m here for you; I won’t abandon you. If it’s about money, we have plenty. That’s not the problem,” Cale
"What exactly are we doing here, Alvin?" Patricia's voice cut through the thick silence, her curiosity tinged with the underlying tension that seemed to simmer between them. She watched as Alvin slowly took a sip from his glass, his movements unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. The living room of the old house they were in exuded an air of forgotten grandeur—dust-covered furniture, dim lighting, and the faint scent of aged wood creating an almost nostalgic atmosphere. The walls, adorned with old paintings and photographs, seemed to whisper stories of the past, stories that now felt eerily close to Patricia's own.Alvin leaned back into the worn leather of the antique chair, his expression contemplative. "I've been purchasing some land out here," he finally said, his voice low and deliberate. "I’m thinking about starting a new business."Patricia, sitting across from him on an old yet elegantly carved wooden sofa, tilted her head slightly, studying him. "A new business?"
Alvin’s eyes lingered on Patricia as she disappeared into the shadows of the old house, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he returned to his drink. The room around him was steeped in the kind of silence that only comes with the night, broken occasionally by the soft creaking of the wooden floors and the distant hum of crickets outside. He tried to convince himself that the warmth he felt wasn’t real, that it was just the alcohol playing tricks on him. But deep down, Alvin knew better. The truth was undeniable—he was happy to see her again, happier than he had been in years.He wasn’t lying when he said he missed his best friend. Since Patricia left his life, it was as if a part of him had been missing, a part that listened to him, understood him, and filled the quiet spaces with meaning, even when his stories were trivial. The memories of their late-night conversations, the shared laughter, and the easy comfort they found in each other’s presence resurfaced, tugging at a corner of his
Alvin gently laid Patricia down on the long sofa, their lips still entwined in a fervent, almost desperate kiss. Their bodies, stripped of all clothing, pressed intimately together, the smoothness of their skin creating a delicious friction that sent sparks of heat coursing through them. Every inch of her bare skin was like a canvas, and Alvin, with his lips and hands, was an artist painting strokes of desire across it.He inhaled deeply, drawing in her intoxicating scent that seemed to cling to the very air around them. Patricia’s skin was flawless, soft as silk, the kind that tempted him to touch, to caress, and to taste every single inch. The mere thought of her perfect skin made him shudder with a primal need.“Ohhh—” Patricia moaned, her voice a sultry whisper filled with pleasure, as Alvin’s mouth moved across her chest, his lips expertly teasing her sensitive nipples. “A-Alvin, this is heaven, mmmnn—”Her eyes fluttered closed, her body arching in response to his ministrations.
The next morning, the soft, golden rays of the early sun crept through the curtains, casting a warm, dappled light across the room as Patricia woke up earlier than usual. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and morning dew. As she stretched, a small smile crept onto her lips. Today, she had planned to wake before Alvin and surprise him with breakfast—an attempt to shift the delicate dynamic between them. Slipping out of bed, she tiptoed through the quiet house, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath her feet.As she neared the kitchen, she paused, surprised by the soft sounds of sizzling and the rich aroma of coffee brewing. Her brows knitted in confusion. Was Alvin already up?Entering the kitchen, Patricia found Alvin standing at the stove, his broad shoulders framed by the morning light streaming through the windows. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and he wore a casual gray t-shirt that hugged his frame. The scene was almost domestic, the sigh
“Mmmmnnn—” was all that escaped Patricia’s lips as Alvin eagerly explored her womanhood, his skilled tongue weaving a tapestry of pleasure that unraveled her senses.The room was cloaked in shadows, a sanctuary of intimacy illuminated only by the soft, inviting glow spilling from the open door to the living room, casting a warm halo around them like a lover's embrace. It felt utterly exquisite to stand bare before him, every inch of her body exposed, vulnerable yet electrified by the palpable tension hanging in the air. With swift, deliberate movements, he had divested her of her clothing, leaving her skin feeling achingly sensitive, each breath she took stirring a rush of anticipation that flowed through her like silk.Every kiss he planted on her body felt like a caress from the sun, each one igniting her skin and setting her nerves alight. His lips, warm and inviting, traveled along the curve of her neck, down her collarbone, and lower still, mapping the terrain of her body with a f
"I want to spend the rest of my days loving and protecting you. And whatever it is you want to pursue, I promise to support you. I will never tire of supporting you, Pat. I love you deeply; that's the truth, and that’s the reason behind everything I do," Alvin murmured, his gaze tender yet intense, his eyes holding an unspoken plea that spoke straight to her heart.As Alvin's words hung in the air, Patricia felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest, melting the icy barriers she’d built around herself. For so long, she had carried the weight of mistrust, hesitant to fully open herself to anyone, fearing the pain of disappointment. But in Alvin’s steady gaze, she found an anchor, a sincerity that resonated so deeply it unraveled her defenses. The earnestness in his voice wrapped around her, reaching the wounded places within her that she’d guarded even from herself. Each promise he made breathed life into dreams she had long set aside, dreams of a love that could last a lifetime, a
"That’s so unfair,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling, betraying the whirlwind of emotions that had built up inside her.She could feel the sharp bitterness rising, raw and unfiltered, filling her chest with a heaviness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long. The dull ache that pulsed within her heart, growing with each beat, felt like a painful reminder of every hurt, every unspoken word, and every regret she had buried over the years. It was an ache that had become a constant companion, something she had accepted as a part of her life, yet now it seemed magnified, echoing in the silence between them. And in the midst of that ache, there was clarity—a bittersweet realization that despite all the heartache, she finally knew the truth.The truth had a way of breaking things open, and as it settled over her, Patricia felt as if she had been stripped bare. There was a strange relief in it, yet also an unbearable sadness, a feeling that was both liberating and devastating. Sh
“I married Robert because I thought that by accepting him, he could replace you in my heart. I thought I could forget you. But I was wrong.” Patricia's voice trembled with melancholy, each word a delicate thread unraveling the tightly woven fabric of her past.The dim light of the room cast shadows that danced across the walls, reflecting the heaviness of her confession. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in, eager to absorb the weight of her sorrow. Each syllable hung in the silence, resonating like a distant echo of lost dreams and unfulfilled promises. As she spoke, Patricia felt as though she was peeling away the layers of her soul, exposing the raw wounds that time had not yet healed.Alvin's eyes widened with surprise, the warmth of his gaze replaced by a flicker of hurt as he absorbed her words. It was as if she had shattered the fragile glass of their shared history, revealing the jagged edges that lay beneath. He wanted to reach ou
"You have no idea what I lost, Alvin,” Patricia’s voice wavered, her words slipping out between the tears she could no longer contain.Her voice was barely a whisper, yet every syllable trembled with the weight of years spent holding back the pain. She looked at him, her gaze piercing, desperate for him to understand the enormity of what she had endured. For so long, she had tried to move on, to lock away the shattered dreams and hollow hopes that had crumbled when he’d left her to face it all alone.She drew a shaky breath, feeling her heart pound, and her hands trembled as she clutched at herself, as if trying to hold together the pieces of a broken heart. As she spoke, memories flooded back, raw and unfiltered.Nights she had spent curled up alone, crying into the darkness, the empty space beside her a cruel reminder of the love that never fully blossomed. She had convinced herself she could be strong, that she could move on and find happiness, but the truth was that Alvin had left
Patricia’s mind raced, swirling with memories of laughter, of shared dreams and whispered secrets, of all the moments that had led her to this crossroads. She wanted to lean into that warmth, to surrender to the promise of happiness he offered. But the fear of what could be—the pain of loving someone so fiercely, yet knowing the risks involved—held her back. Her heart ached with the weight of indecision, torn between the safe haven of her past and the exhilarating unknown that lay ahead. In that moment, she realized that love, with all its complexities, was still worth the risk.Patricia felt the heat of his palm as he held her hand tightly, his fingers intertwining with hers in a way that felt both familiar and new. It was almost as if he were afraid she would pull away, his grip strong yet gentle, conveying a desperation he rarely let show. She could feel the unspoken words, the promises and apologies, the pleas he hadn’t voiced. And for a moment, she considered it. She thought about
She loved Alvin back then, and even now, she still does, with a love so deeply embedded in her heart that she couldn't escape it, no matter how hard she tried. She had tried to shake it off, to bury it under layers of life’s demands, marriage, and all the roles she had to play. Yet, that love remained, undisturbed and persistent, like a quiet ember in the depths of her soul. It was the kind of love that stretched through time, unbound by distance or the walls they had built around themselves. She had hoped the years would dull the intensity, but each time she thought of him, it flared up, as painful and beautiful as ever. It was as though her heart had memorized the exact shape of his smile, the gentle warmth of his voice, and the way he once looked at her like she was the only person in the world.But that love felt wrong—so incredibly wrong—because it led her down a path she knew would only break her in the end. How could a feeling so pure also bring so much torment? Every memory of
The soft rush of water from the shower dragged Patricia back to reality, but no amount of steam could erase the lingering heat of their forbidden encounter. Every drop seemed to wash over her skin, but the guilt clung tightly, refusing to be rinsed away. Her mind spun as memories of Alvin’s touch replayed vividly in her thoughts, the way his hands had moved over her body, the way his lips had tasted. It had felt so intense, so undeniable—but now, in the clarity of the aftermath, she knew it was a mistake. The passion between them was like a wildfire that they couldn’t control, but it was wrong, and it needed to stop. Especially with Kelly, Alvin’s girlfriend, always lurking at the edges of their lives like a storm cloud ready to burst.Patricia’s heart twisted at the thought of Kelly, the woman who had every right to be with Alvin, the woman who didn’t know that, behind her back, things between Patricia and Alvin had reignited like a dangerous flame. Kelly wasn’t just a casual fling; s
Once again, Alvin claimed her lips, his mouth moving against hers with a fervor that ignited a fire within her. His fingers, tireless and deft, slid in and out of her sweetness, creating a rhythm that matched the racing beat of her heart. They were engulfed in an intoxicating heat, a world of their own where nothing else mattered but the two of them and the pleasure they shared. Patricia’s body responded eagerly to every assault he made against her, arching and pressing closer, instinctively seeking more of him.Before long, Alvin paused his kisses, pulling back just enough to let her catch her breath. But she barely had time to regroup when he knelt before her, and a thrill of anticipation raced through her. She knew exactly what the young man intended to do, and the mere thought of it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. There was no hesitation in her; she had no right to refuse his plan. Her body craved his touch, hungering for the connection that only he could provide.As he