Antonette opened her mouth and allowed James' tongue to come inside. Their tongues collided and began to compete for dominance. They bit each other's lower lips and sucked each other's tongues. They were kissing like there was no tomorrow, and when their lips parted, they both gasped.They locked gazes on each other. Antonette's eyes reflect lust, and James knows Antonette sees the same in his. James let go of Antonette's hands and kissed her on the cheek. "You are so beautiful," he said lovingly, not taking his gaze away from her."Much more beautiful than Sophia?" Antonette asked.He gave her a gentle smile. "Yes," he replied wholeheartedly."Then who's sexier, me or Sophia?" Antonette asked again, this time in a more sensual tone.He stroked her lips. "You are way, way sexier than she is, Antonette.""Then prove it, James. Prove it to me. Show and make me feel that I am desirable. Prove it to me with your body, James," Antonette said sedu
Channy inhaled deeply after applying a bold red lipstick to her lips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a knee-length red skater dress with her natural black and wavy hair loose. "This is the last time, Channy. This is the last time." She murmured to herself. Channy didn't know how long she merely stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her plan for tonight, which brought tears to her eyes. She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed. She made a vow to herself that she would never cry again. She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her. Channy closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them again. She took another long breath before grabbing her purse and finding the strength to leave. It took her 30 minutes to drive from her condo to the hotel where they had arranged to meet. Her phone rang as soon as she walked into the hotel. She instantly scanned the message's content. The mes
Channy's palm began to rub Rome's cock, causing Rome to moan and drag her body closer to his, at which point his palms landed on her ass and grasped her buttocks. For a little minute, their lips parted to catch their breath. Channy was ready to kiss Rome again when Rome carried her in a bridal manner towards the bed and pushed her onto the bed without warning. Channy would rise but could not do so when Rome hovered over her and kissed her again. This time, his kiss was desperate, rougher, and harsher, but she loved it. She likes it when he is rough on her. Rome's gaze was drawn to her clothes when their lips separated again. He yanked her clothing down quickly, although it was clear that he was trying hard not to rip it. Rome was impatient, so she anticipated him to ruin her clothes, as he always did when they made love. Fortunately, Rome appeared to have known she had no spare garments in case he wrecked her clothes. After removing her garments, Rome claimed her lips again while hi
You're drunk again," Cassandra said to her husband, Rome. It was one o'clock in the morning, and Rome had just come home from a bar with his friends, and he could hardly stand from drunkenness. Fortunately, Joshua, one of Rome's friends, and their girlfriend Danica brought him home. She supported her husband as he walked. She made him wrap his left arm around her shoulder while her hand was on his waist. Rome weakly pushes her away. "Don't touch me!" Rome said with his drunk voice, but she did not listen to him. She's used to him now. It's been a year since they married, and this is how their scene has always been every night. Rome would come home at dawn, drunk, and she would take care of him, and then the next day, the two of them would act as if nothing had happened like their relationship was okay. One of their housemaids tried to help her, but she refused. She can take care of her husband very well. She managed to take Rome to his room on the house's second floor. Yes, they
Rome's grin faded. If it was a good thing or bad, she didn't know. But she can't take it anymore. She wanted him so badly. She's been wanting him for so long, and now that she can see even a single chance to be touched by him, she will hold on to that. She doesn't care if he doesn't consider her his wife; she doesn't care even if the one he loves is her twin. Hell, she doesn't even give a fuck if he starts calling her twin sister's name while fucking her. It hurts, but she can endure the pain. She can accept everything as long as she can stay by his side. As long as there's still love that she can give to him, as long as she's not yet tired, she will stay by his side. It's stupid, but she loves Rome. Call her a fool, but she doesn't care anymore. For all that matters to her is Rome and Rome alone. She gasped when Rome suddenly reversed their position. She is now under him. No words escaped from Rome. Instead, he moved so fast, lifting her nightdress to her neck, causing him to see he
"I'm not going to marry him!" exclaimed Monette, leaving her parents speechless. Her parents looked surprised, as if they couldn't believe Monette could yell at them. Even Monette was taken aback by her response to her parents in such a manner. She felt terrible, but what they were doing was wrong. She had always followed her parents' wishes. When they told her to take a business course, she did so even though it was not what she wanted. She wanted to study contemporary music because she has loved music since she was a child. But they had not heard anything from her. She never complained, even when they separated her from her friends and sent her to study abroad. But this one is too much! She can't do what they want anymore. Marrying their business partner's son is too much for her. Monette will never give in to their demands. She would never agree to marry someone she doesn't even know. Aside from that, she can't believe her parents would do something like this. Getting her married
"So, why did you run away?" Bernard asked, attempting to change the subject of their conversation."Arranged marriage," she replied, leaning against the back of the sofa.Bernard frowned. "What?"She breathed deeply. "Papa wants to marry me to their business partner's son," she explained."And you declined?" Monette responded with a nod. "Wow." Bernard's reaction took aback Monette. He sounded astounded."Seriously? All you can say is wow?" she laughed. "And what happened to Señorita?" she asks further.Bernard simply laughed and drew her closer to his body. "Because it was the first time you said no to your father," he explained. And she had no idea how it happened, but she suddenly found herself sitting on his lap. "And as for Señorita, I believe I don't have to call you that anymore because we're the only ones here, or maybe," he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on."Their conversation seems to be straying. And i
"Is there something bothering you?" Monette inquired of Danica, who was quietly sipping from the glass of wine she was holding. "Do I look bothered?" Danica asked. Monette gave her a sidelong glance. "Don't respond to my question with another question." Danica softly laughed at her friend's answer. She shook her head and leaned back against the backrest of the sofa they were sitting on. Danica had just gotten home from her boutique and decided to call Monette for a drink. Even though she hasn't told her why she has asked her to drink, Monette appears to know she has a problem—the advantages of being her best friend for ten years. "Did you and Joshua fight?" Monette asked once more. She didn't respond. Instead, she simply drained her glass of wine and set it on the table. She stood up and straightened her clothes. Monette raised her head. She looked at her with a frown. "Where are you going?" She smiled at her. "I'm going to have a good time," she replied. Her pal frowned even m
Antonette opened her mouth and allowed James' tongue to come inside. Their tongues collided and began to compete for dominance. They bit each other's lower lips and sucked each other's tongues. They were kissing like there was no tomorrow, and when their lips parted, they both gasped.They locked gazes on each other. Antonette's eyes reflect lust, and James knows Antonette sees the same in his. James let go of Antonette's hands and kissed her on the cheek. "You are so beautiful," he said lovingly, not taking his gaze away from her."Much more beautiful than Sophia?" Antonette asked.He gave her a gentle smile. "Yes," he replied wholeheartedly."Then who's sexier, me or Sophia?" Antonette asked again, this time in a more sensual tone.He stroked her lips. "You are way, way sexier than she is, Antonette.""Then prove it, James. Prove it to me. Show and make me feel that I am desirable. Prove it to me with your body, James," Antonette said sedu
"Where is she?" James was losing patience as he dialed Antonette's cell phone number for the fourth time and received no response. He looked around the mall, hoping to see Antonette, but he didn't see her, and he was already exhausted. He's been all over the place looking for Antonette.He was worried when he saw her leaving the mall with a dark face earlier. He went too far this time. He tried calling her again, but she did not answer. Aside from being worried, he was also becoming irritated. "Why won't she answer my calls?" he wondered, frustrated.He was still wandering around when his phone rang. He hurriedly looked to see who was calling, hoping it was Antonette, but he was disappointed to see that it was Sophia. He was about to answer her call when he realized he had left Sophia.When he saw Antonette leaving, he suddenly forgot Sophia and just left her behind to follow Antonette, and he owed her an apology for leaving her like that. "Hey, ahm… look, I'm sorry for leaving you; I
"Antonette, wake up! It's already noon!" James said as he shook Antonette's sleeping body. Antonette's handsome and hot best friend, James Daniel Sarrosa, is the one she secretly admires. Yes, she has feelings for her best friend. Doesn't that sound cliche? But that is the truth. Antonette has been secretly in love with James for quite some time. And she doesn't know if James is naturally dense or if he is aware of her feelings but chooses to ignore them. Because, in reality, she's been sending him signals and signs, but her friend doesn't seem to notice. It's driving her crazy, and her patience is running out. "Hey! Come on; we're going to be late!" James yelled angrily as he continued to shake Antonette's bed. She's already awake but too lazy to get out of bed. And she also still wants to sleep. But James doesn't intend to stop bothering her until she gets up. "I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so c
Danica's nervousness, which had been gradually fading, returned. She knew Joshua would never hurt her but she couldn't stop thinking negatively. Various bad scenarios are entering her mind. They were in a place she was unfamiliar with. They are just off the side of the road, but it appears that very few cars pass by. And the darkness makes it difficult to notice if a vehicle passes by. Joshua said very casually, "Get out." It doesn't go with his hostile demeanor. Danica took a deep breath before slowly exiting the car. Joshua shut the car door again when she finally got out. "J-Josh," she called out to him, her voice weak. She was terrified that her boyfriend would abandon her in that terrifying place. Joshua ignored her once more. He approached the car and stopped while she stood beside the door. "Come here," Joshua said coldly. Very different from the gentle voice he uses when speaking to her. "J-Josh, what are we going to do here?" Her heartbeat remained tense. Danica then w
"Is there something bothering you?" Monette inquired of Danica, who was quietly sipping from the glass of wine she was holding. "Do I look bothered?" Danica asked. Monette gave her a sidelong glance. "Don't respond to my question with another question." Danica softly laughed at her friend's answer. She shook her head and leaned back against the backrest of the sofa they were sitting on. Danica had just gotten home from her boutique and decided to call Monette for a drink. Even though she hasn't told her why she has asked her to drink, Monette appears to know she has a problem—the advantages of being her best friend for ten years. "Did you and Joshua fight?" Monette asked once more. She didn't respond. Instead, she simply drained her glass of wine and set it on the table. She stood up and straightened her clothes. Monette raised her head. She looked at her with a frown. "Where are you going?" She smiled at her. "I'm going to have a good time," she replied. Her pal frowned even m
"So, why did you run away?" Bernard asked, attempting to change the subject of their conversation."Arranged marriage," she replied, leaning against the back of the sofa.Bernard frowned. "What?"She breathed deeply. "Papa wants to marry me to their business partner's son," she explained."And you declined?" Monette responded with a nod. "Wow." Bernard's reaction took aback Monette. He sounded astounded."Seriously? All you can say is wow?" she laughed. "And what happened to Señorita?" she asks further.Bernard simply laughed and drew her closer to his body. "Because it was the first time you said no to your father," he explained. And she had no idea how it happened, but she suddenly found herself sitting on his lap. "And as for Señorita, I believe I don't have to call you that anymore because we're the only ones here, or maybe," he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on."Their conversation seems to be straying. And i
"I'm not going to marry him!" exclaimed Monette, leaving her parents speechless. Her parents looked surprised, as if they couldn't believe Monette could yell at them. Even Monette was taken aback by her response to her parents in such a manner. She felt terrible, but what they were doing was wrong. She had always followed her parents' wishes. When they told her to take a business course, she did so even though it was not what she wanted. She wanted to study contemporary music because she has loved music since she was a child. But they had not heard anything from her. She never complained, even when they separated her from her friends and sent her to study abroad. But this one is too much! She can't do what they want anymore. Marrying their business partner's son is too much for her. Monette will never give in to their demands. She would never agree to marry someone she doesn't even know. Aside from that, she can't believe her parents would do something like this. Getting her married
Rome's grin faded. If it was a good thing or bad, she didn't know. But she can't take it anymore. She wanted him so badly. She's been wanting him for so long, and now that she can see even a single chance to be touched by him, she will hold on to that. She doesn't care if he doesn't consider her his wife; she doesn't care even if the one he loves is her twin. Hell, she doesn't even give a fuck if he starts calling her twin sister's name while fucking her. It hurts, but she can endure the pain. She can accept everything as long as she can stay by his side. As long as there's still love that she can give to him, as long as she's not yet tired, she will stay by his side. It's stupid, but she loves Rome. Call her a fool, but she doesn't care anymore. For all that matters to her is Rome and Rome alone. She gasped when Rome suddenly reversed their position. She is now under him. No words escaped from Rome. Instead, he moved so fast, lifting her nightdress to her neck, causing him to see he
You're drunk again," Cassandra said to her husband, Rome. It was one o'clock in the morning, and Rome had just come home from a bar with his friends, and he could hardly stand from drunkenness. Fortunately, Joshua, one of Rome's friends, and their girlfriend Danica brought him home. She supported her husband as he walked. She made him wrap his left arm around her shoulder while her hand was on his waist. Rome weakly pushes her away. "Don't touch me!" Rome said with his drunk voice, but she did not listen to him. She's used to him now. It's been a year since they married, and this is how their scene has always been every night. Rome would come home at dawn, drunk, and she would take care of him, and then the next day, the two of them would act as if nothing had happened like their relationship was okay. One of their housemaids tried to help her, but she refused. She can take care of her husband very well. She managed to take Rome to his room on the house's second floor. Yes, they