Chapter 2: The Bride to Be – Moonlight Jade Monterey

Magnus Jordan Montenegro's POV

I walked the wide corridors of the property, and the sound of my footsteps softened. Carpets are completely absorbed.

The size of the building and the splendor of the furnishings impressed me at least as lastingly on the second day of my visit as they had from the first moment.

I was thankful to have learned about this world from my friend Michael, which remained hidden from most people throughout our lives. He was fascinated by the wealth of emotions and feelings that he revealed with every woman, with every man he met here. It was as if the shared knowledge that each individual was forced to keep to himself, the need to separate himself from his surroundings, did not build walls in this almost fairytale-like environment, but created a sense of togetherness that was second to none.

This community seemed indestructible, a family not to be shaken in the slightest by external influences. I was disillusioned by the long, grueling years he'd spent in the office, never would have believed that love of this magnitude, this all-consuming power, could exist between people; actually, only some of them were men and women, only a part even alive.

On the other hand, an amused smile twitched the corners of my mouth, as long as I had known Michael Carpio. I had never seemed more alive to him than he appeared to me now, together with Jake Villafuerte – his newfound friend.

I felt that little, familiar twinge in my chest that he'd been noticing more and more lately, basically every time I saw the two of them in a room, felt their closeness, the attunement in which their souls, their perfect relationship, mortal bodies harmonized with each other. Was it the desire for closeness that tormented me? Is it jealousy with Michael? Every time I watched him when he sensed that unreserved trust in the other, and that awareness that the equally familiar, or was it plain and simply banal jealousy?

I sighed in frustration as my pace quickened. Damn it, I seemed to have missed the right turn again, this house now seemed to me like an unmanageable maze, a labyrinth filled with secrets and treasures, with antiques that lured me in with sheer beauty and that it was impossible to escape made.

Did I try to organize my thoughts; Jealousy? To whom exactly? On Michael Carpio or Jake Villafuerte? I shook my head as if that would clear the thoughts away. Of course, I knew who he wanted to be, assuming he was able to admit it to himself.

Even then, even when we had both been rivals for the same woman's affection before at least that's how it had appeared to me, even then it was impossible for me to maintain my usual cool demeanor in Michael's presence. That almost imperceptible tremor on me, the heartbeats accelerating by a fraction of a second, had spoken more clearly than any analyst could have done.

We are friends and we develop this mutual understanding inside our office. Michael and I have the same spirit for conquering women and men alike.

We spent our time in some bars and restaurants to erase some negative thoughts about our job as PDEA Agents, as always, a habitual lifestyle.

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I was sitting in the bar lounge with a good friend of mine, Michael Carpio, of course. I noticed a beautiful woman at the next table sitting there alone, I had seen her here before and I couldn’t help but look at her. A lot of people try to make their dance or pick her up.

She was stunningly beautiful, with long hair almost around her waist, and perfect lips. And her eyes, full of life, every glance at me; I like what I see in her beauty, there is nothing like beauty. For a long time, I also did not love, but this is probably the love I was looking for.

Michael noticed me always looking at the beautiful woman.

“I’ll get to know her before I leave here, and I’ll leave here with her tonight,” I told Michael without lying.

My friend replied, "I bet you can't take her, can we, let's just have a drink. If you have a plan, go ahead, after all, you've been thirsty for a long time."

"Mike, watch me, my friend, it really hit me!" I got up suddenly from my seat towards the jukebox, I was reviewing the songs that determined which one she liked, I found a pair to play, ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, and ‘Crazy’, and a few other songs. Coming back from the jukebox, I noticed her looking at me. I made eye contact and continued to look into her eyes. I went to her and asked if she wanted to dance this dance with me. She hesitated and then I replied that I didn’t like dancing myself, but if I had to...

She giggles and smiles beautifully with her eyes twinkling like diamonds. I start to dance alone, I approach again this time I offer my hand she holds it and accompanies me to the dance floor. We dance silently as the next song starts to play ‘Crazy’ I’m wondering why she doesn’t speak even a word. In my heart, I needed to start to cool the former. I whispered in her ear, "I have three things I'm looking for in a relationship on first dating a woman."

She asked me what three things were. I act like I can’t hear her.

She tries and tries again, to tell me the three things because she can't bear to find out. After dancing to a few more songs we went back to her seat. Giving me a sexy aura, she noticed my questioning look as I smiled and winked at her. As she moves her tongue under her lip, I dream her upper lip is so tender with a soft glow. I knew she was enjoying what she was doing because she moved me to my seat. I close my eyes for just a second, take a deep breath then breathe calmly again. I feel my lips on my tongue endlessly.

The contact with her eyes as she sees our lips closes her eyes, and for a good moment, all the time stops. A slow intimate, deep passionate kiss, just enough to let our imaginations go wild.

Her smile, her beautiful smile, as her eyes twinkle and change a hue of color, smiling back gives me a playful wink, moving my lip to her soft neck inhaling her scent, and gently kissing her on the neck. Feeling a little naughty but being a gentleman I held her hand, I wanted to see if she could withstand my touch with a single finger on her palm, thumb, and fingers.

The touch was so slippery, her hands a bit pinched and they started to tremble, my nerve weakly jumped from her hand to her entire body causing a cold leap of blood to cover her entire body. I admired her beauty with lust; I felt that my hold was only gentle and not strong. Slowly I took my fingers, and as lightly as a feather gently caressed her face and lips, she placed her mind and body in my hands.

We both enjoy what we do and it penetrates our hearts. I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere private.

She took her purse then took my hand and placed it on her waist and we started to leave. I glanced at my office mate Michael and he just smiled and winked.

It was raining so I took off my jacket and put it on her shoulder. Again the radiance we looked at each other was like a diamond coming from her beautiful eyes as she looked up at me.

I touched her face with my hands, and I gave her a ticklish kiss, by moving my tongue on the top and bottom of her lips then gently sucking her lower lip.

We walked quickly to the parking lot and I quickly opened the car so she could enter first. When we were in the car, I put the key down and turned to her and I inhaled her sweet scent. Again, she gasped as she looked into my eyes, and we began to exchange a kiss on the cheek. My eagerness survived when she accompany me to my private house at the beach, separated from my main house.

After driving for fifteen minutes and we arrived at my own beach house, on Mangosteen Drive, Seaside Heights Subdivision, Cavite, Philippines. She looked at me with an inquisitive look, looking at the house and then back at me, again giving the inquisitive look with her beautiful eyes.

My heart jumped when I smiled at her. Her lips form a smile that is so perfect; I want to touch her lips to mine as the passion begins to grow inside my heart.

After getting out of the car, I walked next to her, opened the door, and took off my seat belt. Oh, the temptation, I got so close to keeping her from the rain, I wondered if I would kiss those happy lips or not, but I acted now. Hold her by the hand, and lead her across the stairs and onto the porch, out of the rain. She looked into the darkness and asked, "Is that the ocean I heard?"

"Yes that's the ocean ... the back of my house is a beach," I said while looking at the gentle angelic face.

“Ah ha,” she said responding to my answer.

It makes me look like I accidentally dropped the keys, we both bend down to pick it up, and our hands meet at the same time. Not a word was uttered as we both rose slowly, staring into each other’s eyes, our lips meeting, tongues dancing, lips hugging, the playfulness of tongue kissing. Kissing thirsty faster creates a sensual sensation. After licking it slowly absorbs my calm, then I look into her questioning eyes again and a burning fire of love begins.

Then I stop, and lightly I start kissing under her lip, in the left ear up and back my tongue tickles it.

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