CHAPTER 3

“Who is it?” Joaquin asked, his curiosity was evident. 

I licked my lips and I saw how his eyes followed the movement of my tongue against my lips. I shifted on my seat because of the weird but familiar feeling his gaze gave me. 

“My former… employer.” I looked away as I remembered how my employer treated me and the other women working for him. “I know that it was my choice to have that kind of job, but I don’t think it’s my fault for being mistreated just because he and his customers were paying me…” 

I could feel my lips trembling. Joaquin sighed and immediately moved off his seat. He stood up and went to the seat beside me. He sat down and faced me. I was watching him but I couldn’t calm myself because of the bad memories I had from the past. 

“Tell me… what did they do?” His voice was hoarse but thick, like he’s stopping himself from snapping. 

His eyes held too many emotions and I couldn’t understand what all of it meant. I let out a small sigh, trying to calm myself down. Reliving everything that happened wasn’t easy and although I felt really scared at that moment, for some reason, Joaquin’s eyes made me put down my inhibitions. 

“I was… abused… along with the other employees like me. We… tried to inform the police but they didn’t believe us. Unfortunately, us being prostitutes held no value to anyone we ask for help…” I cleared my throat. 

Joaquin’s eyes were focused on me. There was a hint of fueling anger in them and you wouldn’t want to mess with him if he looked at you like this. I blinked and he was sighing. 

“I’ll take care of them, whoever they are…” he said before pulling me for a very tight hug. The fear I felt for a moment was immediately replaced by warmth and comfort. And it’s weird how a stranger like him could easily give me that. 

And I realized that perhaps… he was no longer a mere stranger to me. He’s my savior… my partner. 

The next morning when we came back to the Philippines, I immediately saw and heard the news about my former boss in the prostitute house I worked at. He was arrested for human trafficking which involved exploitation of women above and below 18 and using them for sex. Even some of the clients who were abusive to the prostitutes they requested were arrested. 

Upon hearing and seeing the news, there was immediately a wash of relief in my whole body. Suddenly, it became easy for me to breathe in this cruel world. And I knew that Joaquin made that possible for me. I didn’t know how else I could pay him back… except for one thing. 

“Joaquin!” I called him the moment he came back from work. I jumped to him and hugged him tight. I felt him stiffened a little but when I buried myself on his chest, he eventually relaxed and hugged me back. “Thank you… so much!” I couldn’t help but cry. “I saw the news…” I told him. 

“Mhmm..” Nodding, he pulled me even more, hugging me tighter. “Thank you for trusting me,” he whispered against my ear. 

I looked at him as we broke off from our hug. I could feel my flushed cheeks but I didn’t bother paying too much attention to it. I tiptoed and reached for Joaquin’s lips, and he accepted my gift with welcome and warmth. He kissed me back, more intense and aggressive than my kisses. 

“Thank you…” I whispered between our fiery kisses. He was smiling against my lips and I could feel his low chuckles vibrate with my own. 

He carried me to his bedroom without breaking off our kissing. I liked it. It was so sensual that it was the only thing I could think about. And I didn’t feel him judging me for liking it. Instead, I felt his hard on against my soft spot and I knew he liked it too. He liked what we were doing just as much as I liked it. 

“Joaquin,” I managed to moan his name when we reached his bed and he finally put me down. He looked at me with lust filling his eyes and I knew that they mirrored the desire in my eyes. 

He kissed me again. His lips devoured me like a madman craving for its sweetness. Like a hungry monster who is finally able to taste food after a long time. My insides twitched in anticipation. I want more. And he gave it to me, so easily. 

“That’s it, my sweet Mira. Moan for me…” he whispered as his kisses trickled down to my jaw and down to my neck. 

It was still so early but I already felt my mind going hazy because of the overflowing pleasure and desire that were creeping from within my core. 

Joaquin successfully removed all my clothes while he’s still fully naked, his button-down shirt fitted him like a king. It suited him so well, but I want him out. I want him naked with me. 

“I like this,” he whispered as his lips traveled down more. “I like coming home to this. Me fucking you until you’re sore. Do you like this?” he asked so sensually and all I could do was nod as I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close. 

We continued kissing but he immediately went down again, his kisses already reached my waist. I arched my back and moved my waist so my soft spot would be the next in line for his kisses. But he loved teasing me. He kept my waist in place as he kissed the other side of it, obviously killing me. 

But when he finally reached the insides of my thighs, I danced with grace along with the movement of his lips. My hips kept moving so my soft spot would meet his lips but he denied me once more. 

“Joaquin, please,” I begged like I was begging for my life. 

“Not yet, sweetheart…” Joaquin answered, his kisses traveled all over my body except for where I want them most! This is killing me. I want him to kiss me down there!

“Joaquin, I need–”

Joaquin laughed and the vibration felt sensual when we’re skin-to-skin. It was only a matter of seconds when Joaquin finally found my weakness, the place where I wanted him most. My back arched as I held his soft silky hair while he was busy eating me down there, like I was his favorite dessert. 

“Yes, ah…” I moaned hard as I felt his tongue licked my sensitive spot. It was addicting. I have never had this pleasure before. 

Everything he did for me, serving me with pleasure, felt like it’s the first time I’ve had it. It was so good I’m so lost for words. Words weren’t enough to describe how incredible this was. 

“Ah, Joaquin, ah!” My hips moved, fucking his tongue and lips. He vibrated again as he chuckled, leaving me crazier by the second. 

I felt the gush of liquid pleasure building up, but he didn’t let me have my way. Before I reached the peak, he stopped kissing me and moved away from me. I looked at him, shocked. He smirked as he licked his lips. I bit my lip and groaned. 

“Not yet, baby…” he whispered as he went back to kissing me on the lips. His tongue entered and mimicked the way he pushed it down to my core a while ago. And it was the sweetest thing. I tasted pleasure. 

I pushed his suit off his shoulder and he immediately understood what it meant. He didn’t break off our kiss while he busied himself with removing his clothes. His torso was so hot and beyond beautiful. And I knew I would never get tired of seeing and admiring it. 

My hands traveled to the right placement of his muscles. His shoulders were broad and they easily covered my whole body. He was huge and his abs were absolute perfection. His chest was massive. I loved tracing its part with my fingers. 

I was caught off guard when I felt his bulge against my spot. His boxer was still covering his member but it already felt huge against mine skin. 

“Mhmm,” I hummed as Joaquin began kissing my neck again. 

His fingers found the place between my thighs which made me arch my back once more. 

“There,” I whispered, panting due to intense pleasure building up again. 

“You’re so wet,” he remarked then he immediately pushed off his boxers away from his body. His member was erected and I could see them twitching and throbbing. My cheeks blushed when I was reminded again that he was huge, so huge I still couldn’t believe that he was able to get the thing inside me. 

“Put it in,” I unconsciously said while biting my lower lip. 

I didn’t even notice that he already put the condom on his dick. He moved closer to where my entrance was and put right in front of it his massive member. He teased my opening and I couldn’t help but moan because of it. 

“Please, Joaquin…” I pleaded. 

He entered me, slowly and it hurt. I knew I would never get used to his hugeness. It was too much, too wrecking me. Tears threatened the corners of my eyes. Joaquin probably noticed it, so he leaned closer and wiped my tears for me. 

“Should I stop?” he asked.

I quickly shook my head. And I was probably crying for a different reason now. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to fill me to the brim. It just hurt so much but I wanted it. 

“Alright, baby. I’ll enter you slowly, okay. Relax for me, please…” he whispered so softly I felt my body relaxed. 

He slowly filled me. I tried to move so he could enter me fully, but he kept my hips in place while muttering sweet curses. 

“Stay still, Mira… fuck,” he grunted. 

“Ah!” I moaned in pain and pleasure, both at the same time when I finally felt his wholeness inside of me. His dick was hitting a spot that felt so good despite the pain. 

I wanted to move… I so wanted to move.

“Please, Joaquin. I need it, please…” I begged him to move as I pushed my hips more to meet his. 

He gave it to me. Joaquin started thrusting inside of me and I was moaning over and over. It was the best feeling, fucking him and being fucked by him. And I knew it would be my favorite activity of the day. 

“Yes, ah, yes…” I reached my peak and he did, too. He thrusted more and more and his kisses were way more intense than a while ago. 

I hugged him by his neck, to support myself and my mind. I was so lost in it. When we both reached our climax, we’re both panting but he didn’t stop there. He continued to fuck until I’m all sore and I wasn’t even complaining. I loved it. I enjoyed it. 

He disposed of the used condoms before cleaning me and himself. He put me back to his bed and kissed the side of my head. I wasn’t expecting that but I was too tired to even make a comment out of it. He didn’t stay and sleep with me, though. When he made sure I was tucked to bed, he turned off the lamp and left the room. 

I was tired, yes, but I was awake. Until after midnight, I was awake. Thinking that Joaquin would enter the room again and would lie down beside me to sleep, but he didn’t. Until I felt myself dozing off to sleep, Joaquin didn’t come back. 

“I can’t believe you just decided to marry that disgusting prostitute, Joaquin. You didn’t even bother to wait for your father to wake up. Imagine what will happen to him if he wakes up and hears about what you did!” 

It was morning and I decided to go downstairs to cook breakfast for Joaquin. He wanted to hire cooks, but I insisted on cooking for both of us. But all my excitement was immediately thrown to the window when I heard his step-mother’s words, loud and clear. 

“I don’t care what my father will think when he wakes up… if he wakes up…” I heard a hard slap. 

“How dare you speak like that about your own father… your own flesh and blood! Annul your marriage with that prostitute immediately and apologize to Grace and her father! Joaquin!” Claudia said angrily. 

I didn’t step out. I hid behind the staircase and listened. I knew that no one would like me for anyone, because of my past employment. But it was the only job I could make lots of money and I needed to save. I didn’t finish college so I had no degree to offer. I tried looking for jobs related to cooking and cleaning but they didn’t want me unless they got a taste of me. Women and men alike. I didn’t know where else to go. 

Until I realized that I wouldn’t go anywhere if I wouldn’t take the risk and so I did. I entered a prostitute house and offered what I could. And they loved me. But some of them abused me and the others. I worked my ass off but I knew that my history wouldn’t be liked by anyone. Especially the step-mother of a multi-billionaire who married me with a contract. 

It would only be for three years anyway. I’d use Joaquin to take everything back from them and I’d let him use me for whatever he pleased. 

“I know why you’re saying and doing these things. You’re worried that my father wouldn’t leave me with anything from his will when he dies or he wouldn’t appoint me as his heir. But I don’t care about that.” 

“Joaquin, of course I’m worried about you. How can you trust someone so low?” I gritted my teeth upon hearing those words. 

“I have my own company, Tita Claudia, and it’s growing rapidly. I’m only a shareholder in my father’s company anyway, I don’t expect anything from him or his company. And I don’t care what any of you say. And Mira isn’t low like you all think she is. She’s a woman. My woman. Insult her again and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it…” I sighed. Joaquin’s voice was cold and authoritative. 

“You don’t have the right to threaten me, Joaquin. I’m still your father’s wife! I am so disappointed in you! Marrying a prostitute. You must be out of your fucking mind!” Her words cut deep, but I tried to not mind them. 

“Whatever, Tita Claudia…” 

“Your father would be so disappointed. He even thought of giving you the position you’ve been working so hard for when you just started doing business! He wanted to make you the President, Joaquin!” My eyes widened at what Claudia said. “Now, if he hears about this when he wakes up, he will make sure you’ll never get to set foot in his company again. And it’s all because you married that disgusting woman!”

My hands trembled as I covered my lips with them. My eyes remained wide upon hearing almost everything they talked about. Claudia already left but all the words I heard her say remained in my head, replaying until my head hurt. I suddenly felt weak. 

Joaquin wouldn’t get the position he wanted for so long since starting doing business because he married me? His father would be so disappointed in him because he married… Because he married a prostitute. 

“Mira…” I heard Joaquin behind me. My heart started beating so fast and loud inside my chest. I suddenly couldn’t breathe. And I realized I was having an attack. “Mira!” 

That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.