2019, South Ganuala.
“Let’s do it,” Gianna whispered in between her heavy breaths.
With eyes still closed, she could feel the rise and fall of his already bare chest, his muscled arms felt strong holding her up. She felt lightheaded, alcohol already taking effect, and she got too carefree whenever she was intoxicated.
But her wanting to make love and bare herself to him had nothing to do with her being drunk. Gianna knew they had unfinished business and she had been imagining what it felt like to do it with him. Him- the superstar, the man every woman wanted. He had always been in the spotlight, as if he was born to bathe in it. Even in their high school years, almost all the female population in their school shadowed him, wanting to mingle in his circle.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice a bit raspy and deep, enough to stir another sensation inside her. Goosebumps dotted her arms as heat warmed her cheeks.
Gianna averted her eyes on him, looking at his solemn gaze. He kind of looked the same when they were sixteen. Same innocent and dreamy eyes, straight nose and lips that just begged attention. What changed was his height and his full sleeve tattoo on his right arm.
“Let’s just do it,” she said again, resting her dizzy head on his shoulder. She was sitting on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel him. All of him.
“We can’t stop once we started, Yanna,” he whispered.
She looked at him again, and though her vision was getting a bit unsteady, her desire kept her on. “I know.”
He stared at her for a moment.
She wondered what his stare meant, feeling the anticipation of his touch. Was he second-guessing? Was she the only one feeling the heat and desire buried deep inside all those years they parted ways? But before Gianna could dwell more of her chaotic thoughts, she already felt his lips on hers, soft and eager at the same time. She parted her lips, letting him in, tasting the bitterness of the drink they downed not long ago, and the sweetness of the moment.
Thirst bombarded her, her stomach churned at the hunger for touch she never thought she wanted. Her mind was fuzzy and she felt like there were fireworks exploding inside her chest as his hand moved from her neck down her lower back, tracing her curve. When he found the hem of her shirt, he swiftly pulled it up her head, tossing it on the floor, momentarily breaking their kiss.
He fumbled at the button of her jeans all the while his lips planted soft kisses just under her jawline, traveling down her nape. Gianna’s breath hitched as his other hand found her breast, his every touch and caress getting her more intoxicated than she already was. His hand and lips had their own magic, every path they went to had left her breathless, turning her greedy as she begged for more. And more and more.
Gianna unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his jeans as well, admiring his chiseled chest and toned stomach. He then started to carry her, making their way toward one of the rooms, and kicked the door closed.
Part of her was still gauging if that was what she really wanted but there was another voice, more irrational, shushing every doubt, claiming that it was really what she had been dreaming about.
And Gianna knew, at some point in her life, it was the truth.
Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.She was not someone who dwelled too much on regrets and easily went with the flow of life. She had enough share of dramas and troubles in her life, and now that she was about to turn twenty-nine, she suddenly felt like she wasted a lot of her time.Twenty-nine, jeez! Time went by too fast, she thought.Good thing was she got her mother’s genes, and even at her age now, she still looked a youthful twenty-five. She had long hair with big waves, falling just beneath her lower back. She had small frame, her face on a steady pensive mode and
Caden Vitaro was sitting silently inside the chairman’s office. His back resting on the couch, his legs crossed, his eyes closed. He looked solemn and at peace, a wireless earphones plugged in his ears, as if disturbing him would not be a good idea. The twenty-nine-year old man had grew his naturally wavy hair, but not long enough to tie it back. A subtle hint of stubble dotted his chin, adding edge to his jawline.Footsteps echoed but Caden was too lazy to compose himself.If he was being honest, he dragged himself to office today, just because it was the chairman who called for him. For the last three years, he barely left his house, letting his instruments and notepads untouched, unable to bring himself back into his own rhythm. He knew the chairman was already frustrated at his behavior, and maybe it was the reason he called him up.“How are you, Caden?” Mr. Roby’s voice got his attention, the old man’s voice still distinct and kind.Caden opened his eyes, gently removing his earp
“Yanna?” Caden mumbled but clear enough for her to hear.Gianna blinked as the customer’s voice registered in her head instantly.She looked at him. A black hoodie over a white shirt and straight jeans, with stylish holes on the knees, familiarity clicked at once and she knew who he was.His name almost rolled off her mouth when she realized that Marson was still there, watching the awkward interaction.“You know him?” Marson asked, gesturing his hand toward Caden.She casted a look on Caden and what appeared to be his bodyguard. Gianna just nodded and softly nudged Marson toward the door.“He’s a friend. He’s fine. I’m sorry but can you tell Eunica I couldn’t make it tonight? I’m sure she’ll understand.”“What do you mean? You’re not going?” Marson looked like he wanted to protest.“Yes, I’m not,” she replied, still walking him out to the exit door.Marson looked utterly confused, his eyes kept on shifting to the customer, wondering why he looked mysterious and reserved. “Are you sur
Caden was fresh from shower. His wet hair was slicked back, his muscle still sore from busting the gym after his encounter with Gianna.He suddenly felt elevated knowing she was still in town. That there was a friendly face he could see, a familiar warmth he could turn to. He had never been excited in three years, and for the first time, Caden felt like a boy all over again.“Sir?” Wency walked on the living room, his face looked frustrated. “Sean’s keep busting my phone asking for you. Said you’re not picking up his calls.”That was when Caden realized he didn’t have the phone with him.“I must have lost it,” he mumbled. “Is he on the line?”Wency handed him the mobile phone and quietly walked out.“Hey, Sean- ““Finally, Caden! What’s going on? What the hell’s wrong with you? I told you to contact me ASAP when you arrived. And that was yesterday!”He let out a sigh. “I’m fine.”“Well, I’m not!” his manager replied. There was a moment of silence. “Don’t do that to me again, okay? You
It was a sunny day, her sixteenth birthday, when Gianna had a meltdown. Her life was in shambles and she was desperate trying to get away from, practically, everything bad that was happening in her life.Everything that has left in her was not right and she knew she was just running in circles, stuck in a nightmare loop. At sixteen, she wanted to disappear. Not the kind that she would be gone forever, though.Gianna just wanted to leave, to escape the town. To run away from her nightmares. Easier said than done. What a teenager like her could have done with an unstable mother and no support from her father? Part of her would always say to just suck it up and endure until graduation.And as if she was sucked into a soap opera, she heard a melody, forcefully grabbing her attention. She thought she was alone in the music practice room, after all, it was already after school hours.She bit back her sob and tried to catch her breath, legs pulled up to her chest. Goosebumps dotted her shoul
Caden Vitaro had always been the guy who rarely show his real emotion. He had learned to wear a mask long before he became a public icon. As much as he wanted to rip out the façade he created to protect, not only himself, but his band members as well, he could not just walk away from it all. Unknowingly, he became a puppet of his own shadow. His own greed and selfishness. Maybe that was the reason why he was getting punished.And at the moment, punishment was seeing a friend slowly morphing into stranger.Caden pressed the red button to end the call. He watched as Gianna stared at her phone, with a stranger man beside her. Fight or flight? He wasn’t one to flee but he just felt hopeless seeing her ignore him.“Holy shit!”Caden automatically lowered his ball cap and turned to his heels to walk away. But someone stepped before him, blocking his way.“You’re back.” A petite woman looked at him with awe.Familiarity struck him, her friendly face registering in his mind in an instant.“Eu
Marson arrived at Eunica’s house as well, just in time when Cassandra was having her tantrums. The kid was wailing, her voice came out like a roar, all because her favorite ceramic cup got broken.Eunica tried to calm her daughter as Gianna took care of the broken pieces scattered on the floor.“Hey, baby, it’s okay we’re gonna buy a new one,” Eunica tried to console her but to no avail. Cassandra started tapping on the keyboard and stomped her feet, tears falling down her chubby cheeks.Just then, Caden went to his feet and settled on the small mono block, his hands hovering the piano tiles. Gianna watched him, wondering what he was trying to do.Caden inhaled a lungful of air before his hands touched the keys, delicately and softly, like a peaceful shower rain. Melody started to echo, calming sound radiates at every tap of keys. The music sounded light-hearted, like a lullaby.Cassandra stopped crying in an instant, her eyes focused on Caden. She then walked toward him sobbing, paus
Marson arrived at Eunica’s house as well, just in time when Cassandra was having her tantrums. The kid was wailing, her voice came out like a roar, all because her favorite ceramic cup got broken.Eunica tried to calm her daughter as Gianna took care of the broken pieces scattered on the floor.“Hey, baby, it’s okay we’re gonna buy a new one,” Eunica tried to console her but to no avail. Cassandra started tapping on the keyboard and stomped her feet, tears falling down her chubby cheeks.Just then, Caden went to his feet and settled on the small mono block, his hands hovering the piano tiles. Gianna watched him, wondering what he was trying to do.Caden inhaled a lungful of air before his hands touched the keys, delicately and softly, like a peaceful shower rain. Melody started to echo, calming sound radiates at every tap of keys. The music sounded light-hearted, like a lullaby.Cassandra stopped crying in an instant, her eyes focused on Caden. She then walked toward him sobbing, paus
Caden Vitaro had always been the guy who rarely show his real emotion. He had learned to wear a mask long before he became a public icon. As much as he wanted to rip out the façade he created to protect, not only himself, but his band members as well, he could not just walk away from it all. Unknowingly, he became a puppet of his own shadow. His own greed and selfishness. Maybe that was the reason why he was getting punished.And at the moment, punishment was seeing a friend slowly morphing into stranger.Caden pressed the red button to end the call. He watched as Gianna stared at her phone, with a stranger man beside her. Fight or flight? He wasn’t one to flee but he just felt hopeless seeing her ignore him.“Holy shit!”Caden automatically lowered his ball cap and turned to his heels to walk away. But someone stepped before him, blocking his way.“You’re back.” A petite woman looked at him with awe.Familiarity struck him, her friendly face registering in his mind in an instant.“Eu
It was a sunny day, her sixteenth birthday, when Gianna had a meltdown. Her life was in shambles and she was desperate trying to get away from, practically, everything bad that was happening in her life.Everything that has left in her was not right and she knew she was just running in circles, stuck in a nightmare loop. At sixteen, she wanted to disappear. Not the kind that she would be gone forever, though.Gianna just wanted to leave, to escape the town. To run away from her nightmares. Easier said than done. What a teenager like her could have done with an unstable mother and no support from her father? Part of her would always say to just suck it up and endure until graduation.And as if she was sucked into a soap opera, she heard a melody, forcefully grabbing her attention. She thought she was alone in the music practice room, after all, it was already after school hours.She bit back her sob and tried to catch her breath, legs pulled up to her chest. Goosebumps dotted her shoul
Caden was fresh from shower. His wet hair was slicked back, his muscle still sore from busting the gym after his encounter with Gianna.He suddenly felt elevated knowing she was still in town. That there was a friendly face he could see, a familiar warmth he could turn to. He had never been excited in three years, and for the first time, Caden felt like a boy all over again.“Sir?” Wency walked on the living room, his face looked frustrated. “Sean’s keep busting my phone asking for you. Said you’re not picking up his calls.”That was when Caden realized he didn’t have the phone with him.“I must have lost it,” he mumbled. “Is he on the line?”Wency handed him the mobile phone and quietly walked out.“Hey, Sean- ““Finally, Caden! What’s going on? What the hell’s wrong with you? I told you to contact me ASAP when you arrived. And that was yesterday!”He let out a sigh. “I’m fine.”“Well, I’m not!” his manager replied. There was a moment of silence. “Don’t do that to me again, okay? You
“Yanna?” Caden mumbled but clear enough for her to hear.Gianna blinked as the customer’s voice registered in her head instantly.She looked at him. A black hoodie over a white shirt and straight jeans, with stylish holes on the knees, familiarity clicked at once and she knew who he was.His name almost rolled off her mouth when she realized that Marson was still there, watching the awkward interaction.“You know him?” Marson asked, gesturing his hand toward Caden.She casted a look on Caden and what appeared to be his bodyguard. Gianna just nodded and softly nudged Marson toward the door.“He’s a friend. He’s fine. I’m sorry but can you tell Eunica I couldn’t make it tonight? I’m sure she’ll understand.”“What do you mean? You’re not going?” Marson looked like he wanted to protest.“Yes, I’m not,” she replied, still walking him out to the exit door.Marson looked utterly confused, his eyes kept on shifting to the customer, wondering why he looked mysterious and reserved. “Are you sur
Caden Vitaro was sitting silently inside the chairman’s office. His back resting on the couch, his legs crossed, his eyes closed. He looked solemn and at peace, a wireless earphones plugged in his ears, as if disturbing him would not be a good idea. The twenty-nine-year old man had grew his naturally wavy hair, but not long enough to tie it back. A subtle hint of stubble dotted his chin, adding edge to his jawline.Footsteps echoed but Caden was too lazy to compose himself.If he was being honest, he dragged himself to office today, just because it was the chairman who called for him. For the last three years, he barely left his house, letting his instruments and notepads untouched, unable to bring himself back into his own rhythm. He knew the chairman was already frustrated at his behavior, and maybe it was the reason he called him up.“How are you, Caden?” Mr. Roby’s voice got his attention, the old man’s voice still distinct and kind.Caden opened his eyes, gently removing his earp
Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.She was not someone who dwelled too much on regrets and easily went with the flow of life. She had enough share of dramas and troubles in her life, and now that she was about to turn twenty-nine, she suddenly felt like she wasted a lot of her time.Twenty-nine, jeez! Time went by too fast, she thought.Good thing was she got her mother’s genes, and even at her age now, she still looked a youthful twenty-five. She had long hair with big waves, falling just beneath her lower back. She had small frame, her face on a steady pensive mode and
2019, South Ganuala.“Let’s do it,” Gianna whispered in between her heavy breaths.With eyes still closed, she could feel the rise and fall of his already bare chest, his muscled arms felt strong holding her up. She felt lightheaded, alcohol already taking effect, and she got too carefree whenever she was intoxicated.But her wanting to make love and bare herself to him had nothing to do with her being drunk. Gianna knew they had unfinished business and she had been imagining what it felt like to do it with him. Him- the superstar, the man every woman wanted. He had always been in the spotlight, as if he was born to bathe in it. Even in their high school years, almost all the female population in their school shadowed him, wanting to mingle in his circle.“Look at me,” he said, his voice a bit raspy and deep, enough to stir another sensation inside her. Goosebumps dotted her arms as heat warmed her cheeks.Gianna averted her eyes on him, looking at his solemn gaze. He kind of looked t