Two days had passed since that bittersweet nightmare happened. Still, I could not help but bit my lip from that shameless plan that died at the first step of its implementation.
It was a pity that it makes me want to burrow my head underground, to say the least.
Such an embarrassing move Helga Chen!
The sharp sound of heels hitting against the cold tiled floor rang within the empty hallway. Resembling the soft ticking of a grandfather clock - soothing and unhurried - leisurely taking its own rhythm.
It was the stark contrast with the turmoil raging at the corner of my mind.
Chasing those thoughts away, I turned into a corner and met the inquiring gaze of Vika.
The polite and workaholic woman was dressed in her signature suit paired with her formal footwear. Vika was exuding an untouchable aura unique to people who has a very rigid lifestyle. The k
What is happening? My heart was thumping so loud; I am afraid that it would leap out of my chest. The urgency and alarm in Vika's voice, made me momentarily disoriented. My body unconsciously reach for the door. Martin and his mysterious situation was thrown out of the window as another heartbreaking news knocks on our door. "What happened?" I tried calming my voice, while I stood before the equally disoriented Vika. Searching for anything on her face that will give me a hint of what is the problem; of what is the crux of the matter is. However, what she says next drop a ruthless bomb into my soul, shaking me to the very core. "Johan, something happened to Johan- I-" Vika's clenched fist trembled. Her lips pale while the rim of her eyes turned red. "L-let me, take you there." Her incoherent answer left a terri
Every second feels like my sanity will take one more step towards the bridge of collapsing. It was agonizing. It was as if my chest was being pushed down with a huge boulder; for no matter how I convince myself that she would be fine, hundreds of worst case scenarios played tirelessly before my eyes. My heart feels stuffy. Just then, the sound of a speeding ambulance cut through the cold night, making me sigh in slight relief. The heavy boulder that is weighing atop my heart, lessen. Under the city light, Johan was carefully carried into the stretcher by the medics. "We're sorry this happened, Helga." Vika said with her tired voice. "I have already informed Boss of this incident and the medical fees will be borne by our company. The police are called to investigate what happened however, I won't be able to visit her as of this moment..." She continued, yet, despit
My eyes snap open as I took a deep drag of air to fill my burning lungs. However, my attention was immediately grab by a huge hand with two slender outstretched fingers. It was leisurely hovering atop my nose, looking at it dangerously lowering again, my face turned grim. "Bastard, are you trying to kill me?" I spat through gritted teeth as my chest heaves up and down in succession. The scratchy feeling inside my throat reminds me of the cold. My fingers curled around his fingers wishing to break it in half. When I was clutching on it with a death grip, my eyes met his familiar bushy beard with his spectacle perched atop his towering nose bridge. "You want me to?" his unhurried ton
The morning after, a stuffy nose, dry throat, eyes sore, with an overall tired body, welcomed my day. It was evident that I have not escape the clutches of cold. In a state of half-conscious and half-unconscious, the day passed by like a blur. Only my recollection of a pair of hands changing a wet towel atop my forehead reminds me that I am not dreaming. When the night came, although I am still feeling a bit groggy, I manage to get out of bed to relieve my bladder. My body feels much more comfortable than the day. However, the abnormal burning underneath my skin made my brow furrowed. What on Earth is this? That same night I ask Martin for a medicine, mentioning about the warmth enveloping my limbs. However, all I could get from him is a pursed lip, eyes laced with amusement and a nonchalant admonishment. "You
The earlier excitement was still coursing through my veins. After I got back into my room, I run into the bathroom with my trembling legs and brush the left over taste of his load away from my mouth. Regardless, up until this moment, my cheeks are burning as the intimate scenes flash before my eyes. Fortunately, the kitchen is deserted or it would be really indecent to think of something perverted in front of other people. My grip on the crystal clear glass tightened, sighing my eyes roam the place. It was dark and silent and not a single soul was in sight. I took glass after glass of ice-cold water to press the heat inside my core down, yet it was proven futile. Living a celibate life, right after barely having a taste of carnal desire is really challenging. It actually does not make any sense, does it? I am sexually frustrated, alright? I let my
Good day, readers! This chapter is not an update. (Worry not, GN says that this will be free *grin) Thank you for making it here! I am so happy to know that you are reading the story and I hope you are enjoying it! The second book for this series: Black Society, is also next on the line! Roberto is waving, uh, who is he? Or not- Books to be: (language undecided though could be either Tagalog or English *collapsed) The Youngest Prostitute His Perfect Mistress Please do drop a review of this book if it is to your liking and let me hear from you! It will mean a lot to this poor writer. Again, thank you! Your ghostly author, Spencer 👻
"Stop fooling around!" I warned while my gaze focused on Martin's cream covered chin. Holding the shaving device, I gripped his shoulder for support as I carefully run the blade across his chiseled jaw. It was my first time to shave a man's face and it was a novel feeling. Although I was a bit afraid that my clumsy hands would create a cut on his flesh, it was nonetheless exciting. "You're doing this on purpose, right?" Martin asked, looking aggrieved and pitiful, completely out of his character. As if the mask that he usually wore has flown out of the window while riding through the wind. "You are overthinking. Just stay still and this will be over soon enough," the corner of my lips curved into a satisfied smile. "C'mon be a good boy and this aunt will give you a candy bar!" My pitch rose at the end. I honestly could not help it. Okay, I am sorr
"I think you have a guest before me." The man's gentle voice drifted swiftly against the wind, but the shock it brought, made my heart tremble. My face instantly paled before heat travelled from the bottom of my neck up into my cheeks painting my skin with an abnormal flush. His voice sounds suspiciously identical to the person from last night! "...." Pressing my embarrassment down, my line of sight swept towards Martin. The man was tall and I can only reach his shoulder giving me no choice but to stretch my neck in order to observe his expression. His jaw was inexplicably clenched while his lips are pursed on a thin line. He looks as eye catching as ever with his beard gone, as his long hair that was wrapped into a bun occasionally swayed in the air. Martin never uttered a word but simply nudge my arm as his eyes turned sharp. Withdrawing his gaz