I sat at the fuckers couch and look at him boredly. He has this mountain of files on his table including his laptop. "I met Franco in my trip, the fucker don't plan to go back here." I said as I look at his coffee table infront of me. He has this files here too. I picked one and open it. "He don't like this country, he said it's too hot here and he can't take it." he shrugged. "Why do you have so many files here?" I asked curiously. He breath so hard and slump on his seat. "Fuck this life. I need to review all my employees profile. I think there's a traitor."I laughed. "Well, you're fucked too." I stopped flipping the pages of the folder that I'm holding. Milda Asuncion. I looked at her picture and it made my chest pump for no other reason. She look sad but nevertheless, she looks like a goddess. "Who… Is this?" I pointed at the picture of her. Brandon looked at me. "That's my favorite employee. I know that she's being bullied by her co-workers but she still do her works exper
MILDA BOWED her head as Monica, their department manager looked at her like she's some sort of trash. She bit her lips. "So ugly." Monica flipped her beautiful smooth waist length hair. "Go to my office and clean the mess!" Milda nodded then hurriedly go to Monica's office. After cleaning she goes to cafeteria to eat some lunch, but apparently it's full. No vacant table for her so she decided to wait for someone to finish eating. She come to her cubicle and do some works to kill the time as she wait to eat for lunch. 10 minutes later and she found herself eating alone at the most uncrowded table. She eats her lunch silently and heaved a sigh. Why is everyone mad at me? She thought to herself. She finished her food and go back to her work. Monica might embarrassed her again to everyone. She doesn't want that anymore. MILDA'S WORK has done so she cleaned her mess and started to prepare her things. She was about to stand up and leave when Monica slammed a thick mountain o
MILDA CAN still remember the man's face yesterday. It still lingers on her head. She's distracted because she can't forget how handsome and gorgeous he is. That's the first time that she praised a man, even tho it's in her head.She's a nerd so it's understandable that she's not affected how handsome or beautiful a person is. Just work, money, work and money. That's all. So Milda's wondering why she can't trash the man's face! Damn, even his scent, she can still smell him! I must be hungry! Milda thought.It's lunch and as usual, no vacant sit for her. Sometimes she's assuming that their doing that on purpose so that they will not eat having her around. That's how disgusted and mad they are to her.I even didn't do anything bad...This is how human nature works, if your physical appearance doesn't look too appealing for the people around you, theg will judge and hurt you. They will look at you with judgement like you did a very bad thing to them to the point that they will hate you to
MILDA LAY her back at the soft mattress. She closed her eyes then sigh. She missed being with someone... She missed her only family... Her cousin. Emerald is her only family that treat her well. Emerald didn't looked at her physical appearance. Her cousin is very kind. Milda look at the ceiling of her small apartment. It looks old but still, she chose this because she's short of money. She wants to save for her future. Milda knows that she will grow old without someone by her side, so she's saving so when the times come, she will not worry if she have some food to eat. So wicked of me. Then suddenly… The handsome man's face crossed her mind again. Damn. Leave me alone please... He's like a god that came up to punish every sinner in the Earth. I'm thinking if I'm one of them...Milda was about to sleep when someone throw something to her apartment's roof. She quickly get up and get out angrily. When she open the door, no ones there... Just the cold wind that blew to her f
I THOUGHT that someone's just making fun of me.Yesterday I received another box, it's when I'm watering the plant in front of my apartment. There's many pictures inside... And I'm afraid.Why would someone make fun of me by sending me those things?It's kinda frustrating because I don't even know if the sender is a girl or man. If it's old or just my age. It's fucking stressful.I messed my hair and release a sigh. Mountain of folders is in front of me, and that's because of Monica.Sometimes I think of resigning but when I thought about my goal to save a lot of money for my future, it burns something from me, the fire envelop my whole being and it will give me a new patience to go on with my life and be human, even when I'm receiving an animal treatment.They're chilling while I'm the one suffering because of their works. I can't do anything to complain, I'm afraid to get kick out off this company.This company is the only one who hired me despite of my appearance… but I didn't know
I look around before stepping out in my house. Every day, I feel like someone's watching me, my every move. It's very uncomfortable and scary at the same time.I don't know the motive of my so called frankster. Every day, means every box that was loaded of my pictures and pictures and pictures!It affected my every day life...As I got to work I remembered the day that I saw the man...I know, I saw that smirk already, I just can't recall exactly whom I saw it.As the hours passed by, everyone's just talking about the Anniversary Ball of the company. They're very excited about what will happen and excited to show off their best gowns and dresses.While me, I am getting scared because I know that someone was following my every step. I hope that it wont affect my daily routine.The dress that I received is still here... I don't know what to do with it, I don't have plan to attend but my guts telling me to go. And I don't know why.No one's touching the box, maybe one of them is the fran
Horrible...Scary...Frustrating...I don't know what to feel anymore. Am I really funny to make fun of me all the time?Am I not acceptable?Am I not human...?My tears didn't stop to roll down my cheeks. I shut my eyes and bit my lips to prevent my self to cry even harder.This is the first time that someone harassed me and in public!Public! He don't care what people might think.I can say that he's not afraid...I want to know who he is... I want some justice, that's maybe enough right? I deserve that right? I'm still human.My lord... If you could hear me right now... Please send someone who can be at my side all the time. Please send someone that will accept me for who I am and not make fun... Send someone... Who will love me... For who I am...My tears rolled down again. It's like a falls that can't stop to fall.I'm indeed stupid.Wishing to god that I know is impossible to happen.Just awhile ago, someone harassed me without fear that someone might see us.But I realized some
Reminiscing what happened last week, it feels like a dream.After recognizing him, he quickly excused himself and until now, I didn't saw him around.I sigh and look at my cousins message.Emerald:It's been a long time cuz, let's meet after your out.Why does she suddenly want to see me? Guess she misses me too. Well I missed her so much.Me:Okay. Tell me the details. I missed you too...I keep my phone when I saw Monica's approaching me. Her brows already asking with a smudge smile on her face.I lowered my head and continue what I'm doing. I felt my heart, beating so fast."Well, well, well... Tomorrow's the event. I heard that human beings can only attend." She laughed.I didn't answer her and just bowed my head.I heard her tsked. "Bitch I'm talking to you!" She came closed to my face. "Don't lower your head when I'm here. I'm still your manager so show some kindness. I can report you to the owner... " She smirked.She grabbed my jaw the way anyone didn't recognize. "Understood?
I sat at the fuckers couch and look at him boredly. He has this mountain of files on his table including his laptop. "I met Franco in my trip, the fucker don't plan to go back here." I said as I look at his coffee table infront of me. He has this files here too. I picked one and open it. "He don't like this country, he said it's too hot here and he can't take it." he shrugged. "Why do you have so many files here?" I asked curiously. He breath so hard and slump on his seat. "Fuck this life. I need to review all my employees profile. I think there's a traitor."I laughed. "Well, you're fucked too." I stopped flipping the pages of the folder that I'm holding. Milda Asuncion. I looked at her picture and it made my chest pump for no other reason. She look sad but nevertheless, she looks like a goddess. "Who… Is this?" I pointed at the picture of her. Brandon looked at me. "That's my favorite employee. I know that she's being bullied by her co-workers but she still do her works exper
Early in the morning and I am breathing hard and moaning endlessly because of Bullet thing that was now pushing in and out of my private part. I hug him as my nails dig into his back. It's just so good and mind blowing! "Ahh… Bullet oh my god! Faster! Oh my go deeper!" I scream as he obey what I said. He was sweating bullets as he move with outrageous speed and bang me harder. I can feel his balls getting it way on my part because of how hard and deep he goes! It's painful but the pleasure overpower me. " Bullet! Bullet! Oh my! Bullet!" I was chanting his name endlessly as he continue his movement. "Fuck so good! You're so fucking amazing baby! Ah, coming!" his voice roared as his thing became more bigger! I am cumming too! "Me too!" I embrace my arms around his neck as my whole body shooed in pleasure. His loads was too many that it fell out. We're both breathing hard as he lay besides me. His arms snake around my body as he hug me tight. "This is just the morning that I want
I know, what I did to Monica was not acceptable. Until now, the guilt that I'm feeling is still lingering inside of me. Am I really violent? Does my reason valid for doing it to her? I nearly killed her, Bullet told me. After I lose my consciousness, I opened my eyes in the hospital room. Just the sound of the machine, snore of someone. I looked around me as I seek for someone I want to see. I want to see Bullet. I want him beside me… After remembering what I have done, my tears fell. I didn't know that I can be that violent with someone. I know, she did to me was horrible, it's a sex video, it's not a joke but what I did to her was monstrous. Maybe I'm not really valid to be called human. Did I regret beating her up? Yes and no. I just want her to know that I'm not the Milda she knew. I can fight for myself too. But I over do it, I'd let my emotions eat me and take control of my mind. I sniff. "God… Sorry for doing it. I know that my reasons will never be valid to do that to her…
The moment that I opened my eyes, all the realization hit me. Bullet lied to me, Bullet is my stalker then kidnapped me and prison me in his room for how many days, I don't know. He said all the thing that I deserve to know and last night, we just made love. I accepted him despite of what he did because that what is love right? He hurtled me, he lied to me, if you love someone you should know how to forgive, you should expect that it's not always rainbow, there's always a storm before it. I just look blankly at the high ceiling while feeling the soreness of my whole bod, Specifically my private part. Bullet lied again, he said that he'll stop after round two but no, he didn't. We made love until morning that resulted of my whole body's soreness! I can't even move a single muscle! "Hey…" his husky voice. He's awake now. I looked at him. "I told you that I can't take it anymore and you just go and bang me until you're satisfied! Look! I can't even move my body!" I shouted at him. He
"N-No! Please, Bullet! Don't!" I shouted when he ripped my clothes and started to kiss my neck. The cuffed on my hands was restraining me to move and struggles. I never thought that one day he will do this to me. I love you Bullet... So much. I love you so much that it hurts... "You'll like it too..." he whispered lowly into my ears. I shake my head as my tears fell. "Stop. Don't do this... I thought you'll never do bad things to me?" "Don't distract me baby. We'll make love today. This whole day." He looked at me as his eyes sparkles with different emotions. "I thought you love me?" I asked while looking back to him. He quickly nods his head. "Yes. So much that I'll do bad things to have you. I'll play whatever personality you want just to have you... But I guessed you're disappointed to the real me.""Because you fool me Bullet! No one will be happy if they know that the person they love so much is being mendacious to them! It hurts Bullet... You became blind by your affecti
If he loves me, why lied to me? But I'm expecting an explanation. He'll never lie about his family specially, about her sister, right? "Bullet." I called him. He quickly looked at me and wiped my tears away. "You have question, I know. I'll answer it.""Then start explaining. Make it more reasonable." I said coldly. Despite of knowing the truth behide the cheat issue, I still need to know more. Why do I have a feeling that I don't really know Bullet that much? Is he hiding more dark and dangerous? "I told you already that I cant-- no, to be more specific, I don't want to interact with others. I don't have that much friends that I can call real aside from Brandon and Franco, yeah, they're a motherfucker. Our company was known to be famous and unbreakable same with the two. I can't let other people know about my background, it will be my weakness. Ashianna is my only sibling. Before anyone else, she was my first baby. I can't let others use her to make me down. Ashianna was born in
"DON'T T CRY BABY…"I throw the note that I'm holding. I'm broken and in pain and this psycho stalker of mine is messing with me. I don't know what to do anymore. I let my tears flow on my cheeks. Why Bullet? Why? I pour all my feelings for you… You told me to believe in you and that's the biggest mistake that I'd made in my entire life! I told you to not fool me. I forgave you many times… I'm such a fool. I hugged my pillow as the tears continue to flow. I want to stop crying, I badly want to. I'm not the one who's at fault so why am I the one crying? I didn't do anything bad to others to feel this pain. Why can't I be fully happy? "My god it hurts…" I sobbed. "It hurts so much…" I cried. I balled my fist when I'm starting to breathe hard. My vision was becoming blurred to. I punched my chest. "Please… Someone stop the pain. Please…"As I close my eyes, I saw a silhouette of a man that coming to my direction, I thought he's Bullet but when I smell his scent, I knew that he's my s
It's been a month since Bullet started to court me. We really just go with the flow. I'm happy of what's happening right now.Monica's been so mad at me this past few days, like really, really mad. I'm happy that I'm not affected with her attitude. I don't recall a moment that I did wrong to her."So, how's life with him? When's the wedding?" I rolled my eyes.For the past month, Brandon was always there to accompany me when lunch. I have a guessed that Bullet tasked him to guard me. I can tell that Bullet is a possessive type of man, the way he act when we're still friends, so it will upgrade when I'll say yes to him."Brandon, there's no wedding that's happening right now. We're not together yet. But, I'm planning to say yes to him one of this days." I explained.He nodded his head. "That's good to hear." he wiped his lips using the table napkin. "Just so you know, for me, courting was just wasting a time to spend your time with the one you like or love. You can still know him or he
How long does my stalker would send me pictures?I just sighed as I looked at the pictures that I just received. I can't still tell it to Bullet, I'm afraid...Brandon gave me a one week day off, he said, Bullet and I need to know each other more. Just like that.I hide the boxes under my bed. For the past months, I collected it all and it's now too many! How can I manage to hide it for too long? Sooner or later Bullet would find out and I don't know what will be the outcome.I heard the knock on my door. I quickly hide it and look at my self in the mirror. Nothing change. Still me. The glasses. The curly hair. The grandma clothes."Hi!" I greeted him the moment I opened the door.He plastered a boyish grin. "Hi to you too, baby." he comes in.We sat at the couch. He snake his arms around me. I smiled."I want to tell you something!" I exclaimed.He looked at me with curious look. "Shoot."I smirk. "I just knew yesterday that you and Brandon, you two are best of friends!"His face cru