POV: ErickaShe was persuaded by her husband to go to the mall just across the hotel. Despite not having taken a shower, it didn't bother her because she had already bathed in the early morning.Monte took her to a boutique, but she had enough winter clothes, so she decided not to buy anything. While Monte was shopping, an unfamiliar number sent her a text."Congratulations Mrs. San Miguel. Can we talk? I saw you inside the mall."She wondered who it could be, asking herself silently."Please, I know you're reading this."She glanced around, finding no one suspicious. Then, her phone rang."Yes, who is this?""You know who I am. Please spare me a short time; we need to talk.""Where are you?""I'm in the restroom on the same floor as you.""I'll just inform Monte.""Don't tell him about me. I only want to talk to you, please.""Sure," she said, ending the call and approaching her husband. "I'll just go to the restroom."She was a bit surprised and thrilled as the man kissed her forehe
The man hurriedly fetched water, raised the hospital bed for her to sit up, and gave her a drink. The doctors arrived and examined her."She was just poisoned by smoke, and there were other chemicals she inhaled, including ammonia. But she's out of danger. Luckily, you acted quickly. If she stayed there for even an hour, she might not have survived. Take a rest, Mrs. San Miguel," the doctors and nurses excused themselves after checking her."How are you?" Bernard asked."I'm okay now," she replied.The two men were left agape, looking at her."If it's not her, then who?" Monte asked."Khaye," she replied."What? Khaye? Are you sure?" Bernard questioned. "Maybe you just saw things wrong. They look alike; you might have mistaken her. Not Almira?""No," she shook her head. "I talked to Khaye.""How did it happen?" Monte asked.She narrated the details from the beginning to the end—how they met, how she was deceived, and how Khaye threw away her cellphone. The two men listened attentively
Point of View (POV): MonteOne month swiftly passed. There's still no news about the case they filed against Khaye Dominguez, the person who kidnapped and almost killed his wife. Ericka has also become elusive to him. It seems she's afraid to be close to his skin. Yet, she remains attentive. Every day, his things are prepared. She straightens his necktie, stealing a kiss while he sleeps. He convinces himself that she must be traumatized by what Khaye did.This morning, he no longer wakes up to his wife by his side. It's Saturday again. Like before, she rises early. She assists in the kitchen, preparing most of their meals at home.His clothes and towel are ready for his shower. The bathroom is spotless. This is another thing he appreciates about Ericka, cleanliness at home.It's only five in the morning. After his shower, he folded the dirty clothes and placed them in the basket. Ericka likes to organize the laundry to make it easier for Leona to choose what to wash.He made the bed,
He kissed her again. She kissed him back. He only makes love to her twice, when they were newly married. He is very excited about it. He pulled her to leaned against the wall. They don't part their lips, he opens the button of her dress. He turned the door lock. The room was sound proof because it's a meeting area. He removed the woman's clothes completely. He pulled up his t-shirt. Before their lips touched again. She hugged him neck. He moved his lips to the girl's neck. He massaged her breast.. Massage with gentle pressure.He pushed her back to the table. He removed the hook of the woman's bra. The wife's shorts were unzipped. It fell to the floor. He turned his wife to him and laid the half body on the table. He showered her with kisses until his lips landed on her chest. He alternately searched her nipples for milk that seemed ready to fill him. When he is on the other breast, he massages her other breast. Its murmur was like music to his ears.He took off her underwear. His w
Ericka winced as her body ached, feeling as if it had been thrown around multiple times. Beside her, she saw her husband undressed, recalling the events with a sense of dread. The thought of enduring such intimate encounters daily seemed unbearable; she feared she might lose herself before reaching forty.She gathered her scattered clothes, checked the time – it was already eleven. Luckily, she could just reheat the pasta she cooked earlier in the morning. Struggling to dress herself with discomfort, she noticed a tear in her panties but decided to wear them anyway, moving forward despite the physical and emotional strain.She woke up Monte."Hey, wake up. It's already noon," she shook his shoulder."Hhhmmmm," he opened his eyes, "good morning, my dear," he rolled over and touched her chest."Stop it," she pushed his hand away, "it's eleven; I still need to cook."He quickly sat up, hurrying to get dressed, "I'm sorry, my dear, I must have fallen asleep."She just smiled at him, stood
He watched as his wife walked away with his grandfather. He couldn't quite fathom what their relationship status was, but all he knew was that it mattered to him.He noticed his grandfather looking at him, smiling."Why?" he asked."What's the state of your relationship?" his grandfather inquired."We're okay, why?" he replied.His grandfather sighed, "I know she's not your girlfriend."He was shocked. Dealing with his grandfather was always challenging. The old man was adept at figuring people out.Nervous, he asked himself, how did he find out? Did Ericka confess? Questions only his grandfather could answer."How did I find out?" he cut in. "I'm old. I know whether there's a relationship or not."“Why did you agree?”"Because I knew I couldn't stop you. Besides, Ericka is a good girl. She's not a gold digger.""Do you think, Grandpa, she... she likes me?"“Why, do you like her?”"I can't explain what I feel, Grandpa.""What do you feel?""I like her, Grandpa. But it doesn't feel lik
Ericka felt a sense of normalcy returning as they resumed their daily routine. Walking into the office together, she attended to her husband Monte before heading in. Their weekdays seemed ordinary, greeted by colleagues and assisted by their dedicated team.The news of Khaye's death had faded from the media, and even her mother's constant appearances on TV had ceased. In the office, Marie greeted them with a cheerful "Good morning, ma'am, sir!" as they entered, and the assistants followed suit.Ericka acknowledged Marie as she handed over the folder. "Thank you, Miss Marie. How's everything at home?""Okay naman, ma'am. I just need to inform my sister that she'll be applying for a job.""No problem. Take care of it.""Thank you, ma'am." Marie smiled. "Sir, I'll be heading out now.""Sure, Miss Marie. Thank you," Monte replied.As Marie left, she approached Monte.Ericka updated Monte on her afternoon schedule with the Japanese suppliers, emphasizing that no interpreter was needed. She
"Eight months. This is the duration of their union as a married couple. There are times when one of them gets angry, but they still manage to fix it in the 'Pleasure Way.'She has nothing to complain about their life as a married couple, especially in the bedroom. Her husband excels in pleasing her, perhaps the reason why Almira is truly captivated by him.Her body has become smaller, but her chest seems to have grown larger. This body has gained more sex appeal. She doesn't know if it's due to fatigue or the experiences the man imparts every week."Monte is on a business trip in Singapore, set to be away for two weeks. During his absence, he takes charge of all the work, particularly the meetings. One important meeting awaits him with a new client at a restaurant—Mr. Scott.Mr. Scott is:- 43 years old- 6'5- Half Australian, 1/4 Filipino, 1/4 Chinese- Unmarried- Mestizo- EntrepreneurMonte meticulously studied Mr. Scott based on the gathered data. He aims to be well-prepared for