Lahat ng Kabanata ng SWEETHEART: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Two pairs of feet raced against each other up the stairs. Laughter and childish squeaks diffused into the vast space. Room by room, they made a brief stop accompanied by a brief definition. Then came the most anticipated part, Mike’s room. A wide and tall French window framed the blaring sun. Muted by the dark, medieval-themed room. Grey cobblestones layered the walls with dark hardwood flooring and ceiling. The addition of dimmed wall light at every corner spiked her claustrophobic. She would probably need Mike in here with her– all the time– not that he is complaining. Thankfully, the closet and bathroom weren’t similarly lit. “This would be our room whenever we come to visit” “Our room???” huffing, Sarah walked in casually, turned around to face Mike, and cocked her eyebrow. “I don’t have to share a room with you. Uncle would give me his room whenever I come over” Offended much. But then, a sinister smile tugged on his lips. He pounced onto her. Before she could react, s

Joseph is a cunning man. Instead of going to their place, he baited Anand Mehtra to his office. Not knowing what he is dipping his toe into, rather excited to meet Joseph Ricci for the first time, he arrived at Ricci with two bodyguards the next day itself. The 'invitation' is positive from a business spectrum. A slender, small build man with fair skin, a black and white suit with well-manicured nails, and a clean shaved face. It doesn't take a genius to see his education level and professionalism. Leo bobbed his head with hands crossed in front of him and lead the way to Joseph’s office. The elevator door creaked to close when another 3 equally sized men, presumably also bodyguards stepped in. Towered by tall, WWF type of men with black glasses and black suits, Anand felt a little uncomfortable. His excitement to meet Joseph Ricci began to drain out of his face. A ding of the elevator door meets his sigh of relief, not for long though. 6 more men were waiting outside, huddling h

Cloudless blue spreads above. The sun is in a tender, nurturing mood this morning, making breakfast on Ricci’s Telecommunication’s balcony much more delightful. “Maybe Jessica can replace Laura?” Sarah casually slathering butter on her toast. “NO” a rushed answer from the opposite side had her raise eyebrows, baffled. “I mean, she already has a promising job...” slur on top of a slur, Robert's attempt to cover up went down the drain. Mike raised his eyebrows too “Are you suggesting this is not a promising job?” As if cotton balls stuffed down his throat, Robert kept silent and fidgets his fingers. For once, he had emotions in his eyes, flipping like flipbook animation by second. “Jess and I...” he began with a sigh. “We are dating… I like her very much. A little too much” Sarah straightened her spine. “We have been spending a lot of time behind you two. That would be impossible if she ends up here” Sarah opened her mouth wide, while Mike's eyes widened. Jessica,

Rustling and shuffling itched the corner of Mike’s ears. He lifts his eyelids, just a smidge. A flustering creature ping-ponged between the bathroom and closet, in just a piece of a fluffy towel wrapped around her chest. Unruly hair and frowned face, she cursed under her breath for picking a sexy inner ware, a red silky pair. “Oh, no baby. Save it for the night” husky words pushed through his torpid state, managing to spook her. She jolted back, falling on her butt to the ground. Sharp hiss and a glare effectively hide him under the duvet. When Mike came down, all bathed and dressed, Jessica and Robert were already at the dining table. Heavenly smell of crispy, chocolate waffle wafted till his taste bud. The creature from early morning emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of sausage to the table. Their eyes collided. Immediately, a tinge of glow rose up to her cheek. Her eyes fluttered around, making sure no one caught her and tucked her hair behind her ears. With each step

Water rustled out of the showerhead, huffing a cloud of steam in the process. Mike thrust his hand, disrupting the flow. The weight clinging to his back, looking for comfort, needs just the right temperature. He held her hand on his chest and pulled her forward. Sarah did not refute but just stared at Mike with blunt face as he work through her clothes. Dozens of buttons test his manhood with each unbuckling. He tried to undress without admiring her perky, curvy body but it seems conflicting with his interest, even at difficult times such as this. “What are you staring at?” he turned her around, slipping off her dark green dress from behind. Minty rose touched their nose with a squirt of shampoo onto his palm, working it gently onto her hair, messaging her scalp with his finger pads. Stress built in her body, tensing every muscle melts away as Mike's fingers worked magic on her scalp. She could hardly keep her eyes open. Once satisfied, he turned her around to face him. Their gaze