So her suspicions were right. The act of taking charge earlier had sparked this exquisite fire between them, igniting a desire that seemed to consume the very air they breathed. Despite the overwhelming pleasure Alvin was showering her with now, Patricia couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy bubbling within her, electrifying her senses. The realization that she had stirred something deep within him filled her with a sense of empowerment, a delicious thrill that coursed through her veins. Each powerful thrust resonated within her, sending ripples of satisfaction that spread from her core to every inch of her body, each wave washing over her like a sweet, forbidden secret.As Alvin continued to drive into her, she became acutely aware of the way their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a rhythm that was as intoxicating as it was primal. The room filled with the sounds of their passion—her gasps mingling with the deep, hungry growls that escaped his lips, creating a symphony of desire that
“This is so erotic, Alvin! Mmmnnn—”The tone of her voice was infused with a joy she hadn’t intended to reveal, yet it spilled forth effortlessly, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Each syllable dripped with an intoxicating sweetness, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, mingling with the electric energy that surged between them, and it made her heart race. In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of them, locked in a dance of desire, their souls entwined in an unspoken understanding of pleasure that went far beyond the physical.Patricia felt her cheeks flush as the truth of her feelings washed over her like a tide, threatening to sweep her away. It was an exhilarating mixture of vulnerability and strength, a potent reminder of the connection they shared. Every heartbeat echoed the yearning that bubbled just beneath the surface, a sweet ache that begged for release. She marveled at the way his gaze bore int
“PATRICIA,” came the deep, familiar voice from the other end of the line.“Ah—sorry, Kuya!” she quickly apologized, snapping back to the present as if someone had yanked her out of a daze.“What’s going on with you? You sound like you’re out of it,” Caleb asked, his tone edged with a trace of irritation, though still laced with concern.Patricia opened her mouth, trying to form a coherent response, but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a series of sharp knocks on the door.“J-Just a second,” she stammered, not bothering to hang up the call as she walked out of the bedroom, her heart already picking up speed in her chest.She pulled open the door without much thought, expecting to see a neighbor or perhaps a delivery man. But the moment her eyes met the figure standing before her, everything around her seemed to slow down. Her hand tightened on the doorknob as if it was the only thing anchoring her to reality. The usual background noise of the city—the distant hum of cars, the
“JEALOUS?”Patricia hadn't planned to ask the question, but the words slipped from her lips, unstoppable and raw. The moment they escaped her, she felt a pang of regret, as if she had unleashed something far more dangerous than she intended. It was like pulling the first thread of a tightly woven fabric—everything she had been holding together threatened to unravel. Her heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as the weight of her impulsive question hung in the air. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for what would follow, for the vulnerability it would expose in both of them.Her chest tightened as a flurry of emotions surged through her—regret, fear, anticipation, and something else she couldn’t quite name. The room suddenly felt smaller, the silence between them heavy with the possibility of unspoken truths. She bit her lip, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood, her hands instinctively curling into fists at her sides as if bracing for impact. Patricia had always prided herself
“The truth is, it doesn’t matter to me anymore what you think of me. Because I’ve known for a long time how you really see me, Alvin,” Patricia said, her voice laced with sarcasm, the words sharp as daggers aimed at the man before her. She stood up with a certain grace, heading toward the kitchen in search of something—anything—that could distract her from the growing tension.Her eyes landed on a cup of noodles sitting in the cupboard, an ordinary item that suddenly seemed like a source of comfort. The thought of warm broth sliding down her throat, soothing the ache she refused to acknowledge, brought her some solace. But it wasn’t just hunger gnawing at her; it was the weight of unspoken truths, the bitter taste of their last exchange lingering in the air between them.In truth, her heart was heavy with the effort to hold back tears. The pain of the words she had just uttered—words she hadn’t even fully processed—clawed at her chest. Sure, she had declared that she was ready to face
The next day, just as Alvin had wanted, Patricia arrived early. Her footsteps echoed softly in the stillness of the office, each step deliberate, as if she was trying to ground herself with the sound. The sun had barely risen, casting a faint golden hue across the polished floors and gleaming desks, but the serene beauty of the morning couldn’t lift the weight that pressed on her chest. Her heart was heavy, bruised by the biting sting of Alvin’s words from the day before.The memory replayed in her mind like a broken record—his sharp, venomous tone slicing through the air, each word a dagger that had cut deep into her core. He had been merciless, his insults deliberate, like he wanted to see her falter. She had never imagined Alvin, someone she once trusted, could be so cruel, and the betrayal simmered beneath her calm exterior.But today, she was determined to act as if none of it had touched her. She wouldn’t allow his words to crack the armor she had carefully constructed over the
Patricia stood frozen in place, her heart sinking with each passing second. The sight before her, though seemingly trivial to anyone else, felt like a punch to her gut. It was a sharp, unmistakable ache that settled deep in her chest, gnawing at her resolve. She had spent so long convincing herself that she was past this, that whatever existed between her and Alvin was nothing more than a fleeting moment. But seeing him now—whether it was the look in his eyes or the presence of someone else by his side—made it all too clear that her emotions were far from being under control.No matter how much she tried to brush it off, her mind kept circling back to the undeniable truth: she still cared. And it stung, more than she wanted to admit. She could lie to herself, tell herself it didn’t matter, but the knot in her stomach and the burning sensation behind her eyes told her otherwise. Her pride screamed at her to walk away, to act as if nothing had happened. Yet, her heart whispered a differ
Just as she and Caleb had agreed, he picked her up after office hours. The day had dragged on endlessly, with each ticking minute in the office feeling more like an eternity. Patricia’s mind had wandered to a million places, but one thought anchored her: she wouldn’t be going home alone tonight. She felt a sense of relief wash over her at the thought of Caleb's comforting presence. Their bond had always been more than familial; it was a connection forged through shared struggles and unspoken understandings. It was exactly what she needed after a day filled with endless meetings and the constant pressure of work.Patricia was keenly aware of how much Alvin detested Caleb, especially when the latter was anywhere near her workplace. Alvin’s sharp stares and pointed comments made it clear—his jealousy toward Caleb was always simmering just beneath the surface. To avoid stirring any unnecessary tension, Patricia had suggested a more neutral location for their meeting. Instead of allowing Ca
“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