Melissa Villar POVDespite being dark out, the streets of San Jose were still packed with people. Joemar’s fingers held my hand tightly as he guided me along, turning right down a larger street and then left along a smaller alley. He seemed to know where he was going, although it seemed impossible without marked street signs.“Are you sure this is safe?” I asked.“Of course it is,” he replied.I hoped he was right. I was outside my comfort zone and felt a tingle of anxiety as we delved deeper into the city.After ten minutes of crowded streets and twisting alleys, we came to a nondescript door behind a restaurant. Joemar knocked; the man who opened the door looked like he wore a permanent scowl and scanned us up and down. Joemar slapped some money into his hand with a handshake, and the man stepped aside.We descended a narrow staircase, passed through two more doors, and then emerged into a larger space. House music that was muffled by two stories of cement was thumping loudly here,
Melissa Villar POV Emphasizing the words as I drove down on his cock, I said, “Somehow I doubt you showed such restraint.”“I don’t like to fantasize about something unless I know I can have it.”“You didn’t have me, even after I signed the contract,” I said, practically moaning each word.“You mean how you could have sat by the pool for six months and collected the money?” he asked, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “That wasn’t going to happen.”“How can you be so sure?”Joemar shrugged and grinned up at me, his hips thrusting a little bit with every downstroke I made. I realized in that moment that he was right. Once I signed the contract, I had intended to sleep with him. The bonuses involved were too great not to.And, more importantly, he’s absolutely fucking gorgeous.Joemar sat up and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the outside. I responded by riding him even faster, ignoring the burning exhaustion in my thighs. Anothe
Joemar Soriano POVExtraordinary.That was the best word to describe the first time Melissa and I made love. Extraordinary. People often romanticized their first time, making it out to be more perfect than it actually was. In truth, it was usually an awkward, fumbling affair while two people learned how to communicate through the language of sex. Which was fine; communication, in every form, took time to perfect.But not with Melissa. The two of us had an undeniable chemistry together, intuitively sensing what the other wanted. Just like on the dance floor, we were naturally in sync. That was rare.It was extraordinary.“A fine vintage,” Fernando said, smacking his lips after tasting the wine. “I am quite fond of reds.”I gave him a measured smile. “So I remembered. I had a crate of their bottles from 2003 delivered after our last visit.” In truth, it was Andre who had made note of the preference and taken steps to ensure we always had some here at the island. But Fernando didn’t need
Melissa Villar POVA servant arrived with my breakfast and Joemar’s. He thanked the man, then told me, “The meeting was unnecessary. President Fernando got wind of all the meetings I was orchestrating here and assumed, correctly, that I was preparing for my next business venture. He claimed he wanted to offer his help. It was a waste of time.”“No meeting that strengthens relationships is a waste of time,” Roman said. It sounded like he was quoting someone.“I hate it when you use my words against me,” Joemar said. “But it was obvious that Fernando had no real interest in helping me. He just wanted information on what I’m working on.”I took a bite of bacon and asked, “What are you working on?”Joemar laughed. “She lasted longer than you expected. What did you guess, five days?”“Four, actually,” Roman replied.“I was the one who guessed five days,” Andre said while joining us at the table. He flashed a warm, boyish smile. “Although I’m glad to be wrong.”“Happy to exceed your expecta
“It’s weird when you phrase it as growing,” Joemar said. “Like it’s a plant in the garden.”“Dodging the question. Interesting.” I sat up a little straighter and sipped my wine. “You’re not planning on doing that incredibly arrogant thing men do, are you?”“What is that?”“Naming the baby after yourself.”He gave me a funny smile. “Why is that arrogant?”“Because it is!” I insisted. “Men see a perfect bundle of joy and have to put their own name on it. You’ll never see a baby named Melissa Junior.”“You know what? Just for that, I am naming her Melissa Junior,” Joemar said happily. “If it’s a girl.”“Absolutely not!”“You have no say in the matter,” he pointed out. “I can name him or her whatever dumb thing my heart desires.” “You have good taste. You would never do that.”He narrowed his green eyes at me. “Deflecting with a compliment. You’re cunning.”“I still can’t help but notice you’ve avoided the question.”Joemar sighed, swirled his wine around, and said, “I haven’t settled on
In the dream, I wasn’t afraid to be forward with what I wanted; I hooked my fingers behind his belt and pulled him closer. I had his zipper down in the blink of an eye, and then his cock was threading through the hole. Not wasting any time to admire it, I wrapped my lips around the tip and took as much of him into my mouth as I could.The noise Roman made deep in my throat was music to my ears.“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Andre groaned behind me. He was pumping faster, holding my hips with both hands for leverage.“You feel quite good,” Roman rumbled down at me. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment you arrived on the Majestic.”His pleasure turned me on even more, and I moaned around his thick length as I sucked him off. Every one of Andre’s thrusts pushed me forward, and I allowed that rhythm to guide me forward onto Roman’s cock, then back onto Andre’s. I bounced between them, my own ecstasy building to unbelievable levels. My orgasm was right there, just over the next hill, draw
Melissa Villar POV“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this,” my mother said on the phone.“I told you,” I replied, barely suppressing my sigh as I drove across the Philippine Islands going to Palawan. “I need the money.” “If you need money that badly, you should go back and beg for your old job. They would probably take you back.”“It’s not that simple, Mom.”“Why not? Have you even tried?”I felt a pain in my jaw as I clenched my teeth. My mom didn’t understand the situation. I still barely believed it myself. After nearly a year of helping to get New Philippine Digital Marketing off the ground, the two founding partners—Roland Meyer and Rodrigo Fuentes, whom I referred to as the Ross—fired me. They did it despite me doing the lion’s share of the work while they sat back and had expensive luncheons every day that they expensed.And they did it one week before my shares in the company vested.It was my damn fault for not reading the contract more carefully. I should have hired
Andre Rivero POVMelissa Villar hesitated only a moment before climbing up into the helicopter. I politely waited until she was seated before following her inside. The roar of the rotors rose an octave, and then the helicopter lurched into the sky.I tried not to eye Melissa Villar sitting across from me. It was hard not to. We had waited years for the right surrogate. Joemar and I had spent much of the past two weeks researching this woman. I had only met her five minutes before, yet it felt like I knew her as well as I knew anyone.I pulled out my phone and started a group text.Me: We’re airborne. ETA ten minutes.Joemar: I’ll be waiting. How is she?Me: You’ll like her. She’s perfect.Joemar: There’s no such thing as perfect. Everyone has flaws. Sometimes, they aren’t apparent until you look closely.Me: Fine, Mr. Negative. Maybe she’s not perfect, but she’s about as perfect a candidate as we ever could have hoped for.Joemar: Very good.Me: She’s a little skittish. I can tell we
In the dream, I wasn’t afraid to be forward with what I wanted; I hooked my fingers behind his belt and pulled him closer. I had his zipper down in the blink of an eye, and then his cock was threading through the hole. Not wasting any time to admire it, I wrapped my lips around the tip and took as much of him into my mouth as I could.The noise Roman made deep in my throat was music to my ears.“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Andre groaned behind me. He was pumping faster, holding my hips with both hands for leverage.“You feel quite good,” Roman rumbled down at me. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment you arrived on the Majestic.”His pleasure turned me on even more, and I moaned around his thick length as I sucked him off. Every one of Andre’s thrusts pushed me forward, and I allowed that rhythm to guide me forward onto Roman’s cock, then back onto Andre’s. I bounced between them, my own ecstasy building to unbelievable levels. My orgasm was right there, just over the next hill, draw
“It’s weird when you phrase it as growing,” Joemar said. “Like it’s a plant in the garden.”“Dodging the question. Interesting.” I sat up a little straighter and sipped my wine. “You’re not planning on doing that incredibly arrogant thing men do, are you?”“What is that?”“Naming the baby after yourself.”He gave me a funny smile. “Why is that arrogant?”“Because it is!” I insisted. “Men see a perfect bundle of joy and have to put their own name on it. You’ll never see a baby named Melissa Junior.”“You know what? Just for that, I am naming her Melissa Junior,” Joemar said happily. “If it’s a girl.”“Absolutely not!”“You have no say in the matter,” he pointed out. “I can name him or her whatever dumb thing my heart desires.” “You have good taste. You would never do that.”He narrowed his green eyes at me. “Deflecting with a compliment. You’re cunning.”“I still can’t help but notice you’ve avoided the question.”Joemar sighed, swirled his wine around, and said, “I haven’t settled on
Melissa Villar POVA servant arrived with my breakfast and Joemar’s. He thanked the man, then told me, “The meeting was unnecessary. President Fernando got wind of all the meetings I was orchestrating here and assumed, correctly, that I was preparing for my next business venture. He claimed he wanted to offer his help. It was a waste of time.”“No meeting that strengthens relationships is a waste of time,” Roman said. It sounded like he was quoting someone.“I hate it when you use my words against me,” Joemar said. “But it was obvious that Fernando had no real interest in helping me. He just wanted information on what I’m working on.”I took a bite of bacon and asked, “What are you working on?”Joemar laughed. “She lasted longer than you expected. What did you guess, five days?”“Four, actually,” Roman replied.“I was the one who guessed five days,” Andre said while joining us at the table. He flashed a warm, boyish smile. “Although I’m glad to be wrong.”“Happy to exceed your expecta
Joemar Soriano POVExtraordinary.That was the best word to describe the first time Melissa and I made love. Extraordinary. People often romanticized their first time, making it out to be more perfect than it actually was. In truth, it was usually an awkward, fumbling affair while two people learned how to communicate through the language of sex. Which was fine; communication, in every form, took time to perfect.But not with Melissa. The two of us had an undeniable chemistry together, intuitively sensing what the other wanted. Just like on the dance floor, we were naturally in sync. That was rare.It was extraordinary.“A fine vintage,” Fernando said, smacking his lips after tasting the wine. “I am quite fond of reds.”I gave him a measured smile. “So I remembered. I had a crate of their bottles from 2003 delivered after our last visit.” In truth, it was Andre who had made note of the preference and taken steps to ensure we always had some here at the island. But Fernando didn’t need
Melissa Villar POV Emphasizing the words as I drove down on his cock, I said, “Somehow I doubt you showed such restraint.”“I don’t like to fantasize about something unless I know I can have it.”“You didn’t have me, even after I signed the contract,” I said, practically moaning each word.“You mean how you could have sat by the pool for six months and collected the money?” he asked, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “That wasn’t going to happen.”“How can you be so sure?”Joemar shrugged and grinned up at me, his hips thrusting a little bit with every downstroke I made. I realized in that moment that he was right. Once I signed the contract, I had intended to sleep with him. The bonuses involved were too great not to.And, more importantly, he’s absolutely fucking gorgeous.Joemar sat up and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the outside. I responded by riding him even faster, ignoring the burning exhaustion in my thighs. Anothe
Melissa Villar POVDespite being dark out, the streets of San Jose were still packed with people. Joemar’s fingers held my hand tightly as he guided me along, turning right down a larger street and then left along a smaller alley. He seemed to know where he was going, although it seemed impossible without marked street signs.“Are you sure this is safe?” I asked.“Of course it is,” he replied.I hoped he was right. I was outside my comfort zone and felt a tingle of anxiety as we delved deeper into the city.After ten minutes of crowded streets and twisting alleys, we came to a nondescript door behind a restaurant. Joemar knocked; the man who opened the door looked like he wore a permanent scowl and scanned us up and down. Joemar slapped some money into his hand with a handshake, and the man stepped aside.We descended a narrow staircase, passed through two more doors, and then emerged into a larger space. House music that was muffled by two stories of cement was thumping loudly here,
Melissa Villar POVJoemar never looked in my direction. In fact, he had been sitting facing away from me this entire time. How did he know I was stalking him?I considered playing dumb. Ignoring the text, or replying to tell him that I didn’t know what he was talking about. Of course, that would have been stupid—he obviously knew I was here. Swallowing my pride, I grudgingly left the shop and walked over to the outdoor restaurant.“How do you have my number?” I demanded.Joemar gave me a funny look. “That’s what you’re surprised about?”I sat across from him and eyed the food. It was a bowl of thick white chunks mixed with diced peppers and spices, and a side of crackers still in the plastic wrapping. Were the white chunks fish? Instead, I took a long pull from the second beer. It was called Imperial, with a black, yellow, and red label. I didn’t recognize it, but it was cold and tasted good.“What are you doing here?” I asked.Joemar gestured with his beer. “What does it look like? I
Melissa Villar POVJoemar met with his investors for two straight days, almost around the clock. He took all of his meals with them, too. Once again, I felt practically ignored.He wasn’t rude. He greeted me warmly the couple of times we passed in the hall or while getting coffee in the kitchen in the morning. But overall, I felt like I was forgotten.By the time the last investor departed on the helicopter, I was getting stir crazy. There was only so much time a girl could spend at the pool or on the beach before she started getting antsy.I found Joemar on the terrace overlooking the pool. He was with Roman and Andre while a white-clad servant popped a bottle of champagne.“Just in time,” Joemar said when he saw me. He was wearing baggy linen pants and a tighter-fitting T-shirt, which made his arm tattoos visible.“What are we celebrating?” I asked.There were four glasses, which meant he had expected me. “The conclusion of two days of nonstop work. Talking to people is exhausting.”
Melissa Villar POVAs relaxing as the ten-day boat ride had been, I was antsy to do something. Arriving on the island felt like that event: the destination of the trip. Things were finally going to start happening!But then, at breakfast, Roman informed me that Joemar had a busy schedule.“What do you mean, he’s completely busy for the next two days?”“Joemar is an extraordinarily busy man,” the dry personal assistant said. “Investors from around the world will be visiting him.”“Can I sit in on these meetings?”Roman furrowed his brow as if I had suggested we invite the local spiders to dinner. “You may not.”“Why not?”“Because,” he replied, “you are Joemar’s surrogate. There is no place for you at these meetings.”“But I’m bored,” I complained.“I am sure a woman such as yourself can find a way to occupy your time.”I bristled. “A woman such as myself? What’s that supposed to mean?”Roman’s demeanor immediately softened. He put a hand on my arm and said, “I meant a woman who is int