One Night With My Boss

=Yesha's Point of View=

"Are you breaking up with me?" I questioned.

After hearing what Brix had to say, my voice began to tremble.

His exact words were cool off, which is a gentler way of saying that we should break up, split, or anything else people use when they don't want to be with their partner.

After our conversation, he just left me here in this park alone, crying my heart out.

I didn't care about the sympathy and curious looks I was getting from those around me; they could gossip about my misery all they wanted!

Why should I care what they think or say when there is so much sorrow in my heart?

To be honest, I was expecting this breakup for a long time, and I know why Brix decided to end things with me: I couldn't surrender myself to him.

I can't bring myself to agree to have sex with him. I'm not sure why I can't give myself to him or my previous boyfriends.

I was anticipating him leaving me after being in a relationship for a long time, and I still couldn't find the determination to agree to his demand.

Still, I was hoping that he would be different from the other guys, but I guess I was wrong.

I'm not sure how long I remained in that park, lamenting over my separation with Brix, but after calming down, I decided to leave and go straight home; there was nothing I could do; Brix wasn't going to come back and repent for what he just said.

When I got home, I tried to focus on other things so I wouldn't think about Brix, but no matter what I did, I found myself spacing out and thinking about my failed relationship.

At this point, we've been dating for over a year. We were set to celebrate our first anniversary as a couple in June, but he dumped me just weeks before it was meant to happen.

"God! HELP! I don't know what I should do." I cried in a loud voice.

"Shut your pie hole!" Someone yelled from the first floor of our house.

Oh, that is my mom, by the way.

By the way, my name is Ayesha Santillan, but my friends and colleagues call me Yesha.

I am halfFilipina, halfBritish, and 22 years old, so I appear slightly different from a typical Filipina.

I have brown hair that is an inch longer than my shoulders and hazel brown eyes with long eyelashes, which some say are my most attractive feature. I have a straight nose, which gives me the appearance of being snobbish, and kissable red lips that don't need lipstick.

I'm 5'7 tall, and people kept telling me that I could be a model or a beauty queen if I wanted to, but that's not how I roll.

I'm merely a simple, innocent girl from the Philippines who dislikes being in the spotlight.

Forget about my father if you're going to ask of me; I haven't seen or heard from him.

The bastard, according to my mother, quickly returned to his country after getting my mom pregnant, neglecting all his responsibilities.

The jerk abandoned his child in the care of a poor and helpless woman, allowing her to endure the full weight of the responsibilities that both of them should be carrying.

Fortunately, my mother is a fighter and was able to raise me on her own.

I'm still a virgin at 22 years old, having been in four... no, five failed relationships since Brix broke up with me for the same reason.

I'm not ready to have sex with them, or perhaps the reason why, because of what happened to my mother, and I don't want to go through what she went through being a single mom.

I don't want to get pregnant out of wedlock and raise a child without a spouse on whom I can rely.

I know what it's like to grow up without a father, and I don't want my future child to go through what I went through.

My mom hasn't entertained any suitors and has just focused on me since I was born; even though I remember several men trying to charm her, I believe she was still waiting for my biological father to return as if it was going to happen.

To return to my problem, I still believe that a relationship may work even if there is no sex, but I guess I was mistaken because all of my boyfriends wanted to have that kind of interaction.

I suppose all guys are like that, and the only guys who don't want to have sex with their girlfriends are usually closeted gays who got into a relationship with a girl to conceal their true identity.

"Shit! I muttered quietly after failing terribly at not thinking about Brix.

So, instead of staying home and wallowing in selfpity around, I went to see my best friend Julia and asked if she'd want to go to the mall with me.

Julian and I have been friends since elementary school, and she is wellversed in the melancholy details of my life, from my loutish father to my failed romantic relationships.

In our second year of high school, when we were attending a public school close to our home, I realized our friendship would never be broken.

"Juls, I have something to tell you," I stated solemnly, as she was busy looking for cute guys.

"What do you want, Yesha? Can't you see I'm busy?" She asked, irritably without even looking at me.

I resolved to tell her the truth straight away to prevent me from backing out.

"Mark is hitting on me!" I hastily stated.

Her current boyfriend is Mark, the star player on the school's basketball team.

I finally caught her attention as she stared at me, bewilderment written all over her beautiful face.

I was contemplating whether or not to tell her about it, but I didn't want her to be in the dark, knowing full well that it wasn't only me who Mark tried to hit on, but there were other girls.

I had no idea how she would react. Will she be upset with me? Will she assume I'm just trying to separate them?

But before I could find out, she was already walking away; I assumed she was angry with me, only to discover she was walking toward Mark, who was walking in the opposite direction.

"Jul..."

Mark couldn't finish his remark as Julia slapped her hard, and before he could react, Julia ended her relationship with Mark.

When she returned, I was dumbfounded, and I didn't know what to say or how to react to what had unfolded.

Her face was flushed from the outrage she was feeling, but she managed to grin at me when she finally looked at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked in a worried tone.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be? And thank you, Yesha, for being honest with me; I had noticed how he glanced at you when he thought I wasn't looking, and your confession confirmed my suspicion," she responded.

"Are you not upset with me because I ruined your relationship?" I asked, still a little skeptical.

"Oh, please! You didn't do anything wrong, so don't feel bad or worried about it, and you're actually helping me because I like someone else." in a humorous tone, she said.

And our friendship has grown stronger since then; we're no longer just best friends, but more like sisters from different mothers.

Let's go back to the source of my most recent pain.

I took a quick shower first, then rode my motorcycle to Julia's house after getting permission from my mother.

I'm still paying for this motorcycle; my mother was initially opposed to me having one since she felt it was inappropriate for a lady like me to ride such a vehicle. Nonetheless, I was eventually able to persuade her.

We live in a modern era where traditional norms do not bind women, and it is also more convenient to travel by motorcycle, especially when I need to get to work.

I'd been driving for ten minutes before arriving at Julia's house, which wasn't that far from home.

"Julia!" I yelled as I continued to pound on their front door.

After a few moments, the door finally opened, revealing Julia's father, uncle Gerry.

Because Julia and I are close, I opted to refer to his father as uncle Gerry, which he agreed to.

"Hello there, Uncle Gerry. Is Julia at home?" I asked, even though I was already aware that his daughter was at home.

"Yesha, good afternoon. Julia is upstairs, so go right ahead," he explained, and after letting me in, he returned to his favorite couch to read his newspaper.

After I thanked him, I went straight to Julia's room, which, as is characteristic of Julia, was a complete mess, as if the person occupying this room wasn't a girl at all.

Julia was deep asleep, wrapped in a blanket when I arrived. I'm not sure how she sleeps, especially in this heat.

"Juls, wake up," I whispered, gently shaking her arm, but she didn't budge, so I tried harder, asking her to accompany me to the mall.

"Yesha, go away! Please don't bother me! I've just returned from duty," I could see she was tired and sleepy when she replied, but I kept going.

"Juls, please, I need you," I begged, my voice shaking with sorrow.

I tried to hide it previously because I didn't want to make my mother worried about me, but now that I'm with Julia, I don't have to.

She abruptly lifted the blanket from her face, and I could tell how serious she was as I gazed into her eyes.

"So, did Brix break up with you already?" She inquired,

Finally, she rose up and hugged me after I nodded my head in response to her question.

The tears I held back finally poured freely from my eyes as I let the pain finally leave my chest.

She didn't interrupt me while I told her what had happened, and after comforting me that everything would be fine, she finally decided to accompany me to the mall.

It took her fifteen minutes to get ready, and then we rode my bike to the nearby mall.

We went to our favorite pizza parlor on the third floor of the mall because she hadn't had her meal yet.

"So, let me get this straight: that person broke up with you because you wouldn't agree to have sex with him?" She queried as she chewed her pizza.

"I suppose so; I can't accept that he couldn't understand that I wasn't ready yet," I said grumpily, my gaze fixed on my pizza.

Seeing Julia shake her head after hearing what I just said puzzled me.

"Did I say anything wrong?"

"I'd like to know why you're opposed to sex. Even though we're in the twentyfirst century, I understand that some women still choose to keep their virginity before the marriage. But I know you, and I'm guessing you're not one of them," she said,

"I don't want to be like my mom," I said, alluding to the fact that my mother raised me as a single parent.

"If that is what troubles you, there are other countermeasures you can take. You could ask that Brix wear a condom, or you could use birth control pills; if you like, I could give you some pills."

"Oh, my gosh! I had no idea you were using those!"

I was surprised to learn that she was using those contraceptives and even more surprised to learn that she had a prior experience of having sex.

"Pea's brain! Those are from the hospital, and I am still a virgin for the record," she replied as she flicked her fingertips across my brow.

"Does it mean I should give myself to Brix?" I asked, still a bit hesitant.

"It is entirely up to you, Yesha. It depends if you love him and if you're willing to surrender your Vcard to him," she said.

"Of course, I love him! If I didn't love him, I wouldn't be shedding tears like this!" I stated.

I ignore a small voice in my head that tells me I didn't love Brix, and the only reason I'm hurt like this is my disappointment with having five failed relationships.

"Then why don't you get started?" She inquired, her gorgeous face contorted into an annoyed grimace as she looked at me.

Quickly, I got up and left, ignoring Julia's question about who would pay for our meal.

I proceeded to the parking lot where my bike was parked and rode it to Brix's condo apartment in Makati, where he lives.

When I got to the building, it was well past 8 p.m., and knowing Brix's routine, I was confident he had already gone home.

My heartbeat was beating so fast as I waited for the elevator to take me to the floor where his unit was located; I didn't realize I was clutching the paper bag so tightly due to my anxieties.

Inside the paper bag is a box of condoms I bought at a nearby drugstore.

I nearly died of shame while paying for the items, and even though I didn't get my change, I left the store right away.

Finally, I arrived at the 27th floor, exited the lift, and headed to his condo unit, 27C.

I was about to knock when I realized I still had his spare key.

I used the spare key he gave me to get into the property; there was no one in the living room when I entered, so I assumed he was already in his room.

"Don't overthink, Yesha," I kept telling myself as I was about to change my mind; thankfully, I stuck to my decision to give him my virginity.

Slowly, very slowly. I approached Brix's room and opened the door, but the smile on my face disappeared as I saw what was inside.

I can't believe he just broke up with me a few hours ago and was already banging another girl!

I felt my hope and dreams vanish instantly, and all I wanted to do was to disappear.

Now I know that it was really over between us.

= Yesha's Point of View=

I walked out of the room without anyone noticing me, seeing that Brix had betrayed me.

They were so engrossed in their own worldly lust that they didn't notice me.

"Shit! Why are you so dumb, Yesha?!"

I was scolding myself for my foolishness; I know we broke up, but it doesn't mean I won't feel betrayed when I find out Brix is having sex with another woman.

I may be innocent, but I'm not stupid; I realized she was Brix's colleague when I saw the woman.

I met her before, and as a girl, I knew she had a thing for Brix, and I wouldn't be surprised if I found out they were cheating behind my back even before we split up.

I don't care if people kept staring at me weirdly; all I know is that Brix betrayed me just when I thought I was ready to give myself to him.

I don't feel like going home just yet; I'm not sure I can keep the mood I was feeling at the time.

I should be upset and bawling my heart out again after finally understanding that we're truly gone, yet all I can feel is fury for his betrayal.

Instead of returning home, I opted to drive to a pub in BGC. I didn't even bother looking up the pub I was about to enter; all I wanted was to get wasted.

Perhaps it will help me forget Brix's betrayal.

As soon as I spotted a vacant seat, I called the waiter standing to the side of the bar.

"Give me your most powerful booze," I demanded.

As I could see him hesitating, I gave him my most deadly glare, which convinced him to comply.

I rushed to fill my glass and drank it all without hesitation.

All I wanted to do was drown myself to forget everything, even if only for a short while.

I kept drinking so much that I didn't realize I had almost finished the bottle, and it was already 1 am when I became intoxicated.

"All men everywhere be damned!" I screamed.

I didn't remember those words coming out of my mouth because I was wasted at the time.

I decided to go home at 2 am; I don't think I could complete the liquor bottle I ordered anyway.

I was about to call the waiter for my bill when my gaze was drawn to the semidark VIP section.

I've had the feeling that someone is watching me, but I ignore it and concentrate on my drinking; now that I'm leaving, I can't help but notice the man sitting alone in the luxurious VIP section.

A hypnotic sensation washed over me when I noticed the darkest pair of eyes I've ever seen.

It was like looking at a starless and clear sky, and I felt like all of my senses were being drawn into him, just like a wormhole.

He held himself as if he owned the place or, more accurately, the world.

Approximately seven waiters were waiting for his command, and I also observed some men in suits, who were most likely his bodyguards, indicating that he is not your ordinary joe.

I couldn't tell what he looked like because I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was quite attractive from the lines of his face.

I'm not sure what got into me, whether it was the drink or his hypnotic eyes, but I found myself walking towards the enigmatic man, whose attention didn't leave me.

The closer I went to him, the more I could see what he looked like, and I was taken aback when I saw his gorgeous face.

But to call him handsome would be an understatement; he's sinfully stunning.

Seeing him in the faint light revealed more expressive features, such as his thick, noblelooking eyebrows and deepset eyes that seemed blacker than the night sky.

He has a straight, welldefined, and prominent nose, and my goodness, those are the most kissable lips I've ever seen, and just by looking at those lips, it's as if heaven was promised.

I kept advancing towards him, flashing him the most seductive smile I could muster.

I could never be so brazen in my wildest dreams because I'm so anxious most of the time.

His bodyguard stopped me in my tracks as I was only a few feet from him.

"Sorry, miss," he added solemnly, "but this is a VIPonly area."

"Just let her, Bruno," the enigmatic man's husky voice says, sending shivers down my spine.

His bodyguard finally let me past, so I walked and sat down on the expensive leather couch he was sitting in without waiting for his invitation.

"What's the problem? Why are you all by yourself? A handsome man like you should not be drinking alone," squinting my eyes, I murmured.

I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but I found myself confidently caressing the muscles on his exposed arm.

With his deep voice, he replied, "I'm no longer alone, now that a gorgeous woman like yourself will keep me company."

I didn't notice the passing of time as we flirted because quite frankly found him to be an enjoyable company.

He's not just gorgeous, but he's also a natural talker. With him, there was never a dull moment.

By the way, why were you drinking on your own?." He questioned, his attractive features showing a hint of curiosity.

"Well, I saw my boyfriend having sex with another woman; oh wait, he's already my ex since he broke up with me," I said, laughing bitterly.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. It's his loss, not yours, that he broke up with such a stunning woman," he stated.

"Actually, it was my fault because I hadn't agreed to sleep with him yet," I looked around to make sure no one was listening before continuing. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm still a virgin."

Suddenly, I observed his eyes darkening, and I was sure it was lust, but it didn't terrify me; to be honest, I found it sexy.

"Well, if you want, we can do something about it," he added seductively.

"Bring it!" I responded without hesitation. It's as if all rationality in me disappeared in an instant.

I didn't see him paying his or my bill, so I figured he owned the bar, but why should I bother?

"Nice car!" I couldn't help but make a comment when I spotted his RollsRoyce.

He didn't respond, but he grinned and nodded. Then he told his chauffeur to take us to a fivestar hotel as soon as we were settled in.

I had no idea how or when we arrived at the hotel, but what mattered to me was the man's passionate kisses.

His skillful lips were making my knees weak, so it was a good thing his muscular arms supported me up while he kissed me passionately.

I felt something inside of me that I had never felt before. It was a strong emotion that wanted to break out.

He was looking at me with such blazing need in his eyes as he let me breathe, but after a few seconds, he captured my lips again, tempting me to reciprocate with the same passion he was giving me.

When I felt his tongue inside my mouth, I let out a soft gasp, tasting every inch of it.

I was so enthralled by the feeling that this man elicited in me that I found myself sucking on his tongue with enthusiasm.

My hands began to move on their own and unbuttoned his polo, and when I became upset because it was taking too long, I decided to tear his polo.

"I like that," he remarked between kisses.

I tried to take off my blouse, but it was futile because his kisses made me insane with desire.

"Let me," he whispered as he sensed my struggle, brushing the top of my left ear.

He easily removed my blouse, and before I could figure out what was going on, I noticed his lips heading downward, leaving wet trails along the way.

His lips continued to kiss me all the way up to my neck, which was the most sensitive part of my body.

He gave me a notsogentle bite on my neck, and I felt moist in between my legs due to his motion.

After he finished kissing my neck, he moved on to my firm breasts.

When I felt his mouth on my left mound, I sucked in my breath. Even with my bra on, I could still feel his hot, moist mouth, which made me dizzy with need.

It wasn't long before he took my bra off, and he started sucking on my left breast while stroking the other.

When I felt his free hand caressing my womanhood, I let out another moan.

I wasn't sure when or how he took off my last garment, but I didn't have much time to ponder it when he gently caressed my folds.

My body is on fire from the intense yearning that consumes me.

After a few minutes, his lips steered away from my breast and proceeded to kiss my flat stomach, my navel, and finally, my lady parts. I couldn't help but grab his hair for support as he continued to kiss my folds.

"Oh my God!" I couldn't stop murmuring as he kissed and licked me in my lady part, and a few moments later, I had my firstever climax.

He licked the juice that came out of my core, ensuring that no nectar was wasted.

I was panting when he finally decided to leave that region and level his face with mine.

"Fuck! Your sexy murmured is driving me insane," I heard him remark before he captured my lips again.

I could taste my own juice from his lips, which didn't bother me.

He kissed me again while grasping both of my boobies with his large hands.

He continued to arouse me most sexually, and I had already reached my climax three times before he finally positioned his enormous manhood in front of my entrance.

"This could become rough, so hang on tight," he warned, and as I agreed, he began moving his hips.

I initially felt the pain of his penetration, but his kisses made me forget about it, and before I realized what had happened, I felt his erection filling my core.

He moved slowly at first to ensure that I could adjust to his length, and when he sensed that I was already moving, his thrust became faster.

"Goodness!" I exclaimed when I felt his shaft strike something deep within my core, causing me to feel bliss.

"I think I found your G spot," he chuckled.

"My wha..." I couldn't complete what I was about to say as he suddenly thrust his manhood into my core, striking the same region that had me in a state of bliss.

He continued to pound on me, his movement becoming more intense with each thrust, and after a few minutes, I noticed him becoming tense, indicating that he was approaching his climax.

I felt his warm seed inside me, and after a few minutes, we were both panting from the earthshattering experience we had had.

His length was still inside me as he looked at me with calmness in his eyes.

He kissed me again deeply before finally removing his erection from inside me.

He lay down next to me and looked at me with a playful expression on his face.

"Congratulations on losing your virginity," he remarked with a sly grin.

I merely smiled at him and kissed him before falling into a deep sleep owing to exhaustion.

= Yesha's Point of View=

"Shit!" I mumbled silently while clutching my throbbing head, and to make matters worse; I awoke due to a beam of light from outside.

My head is killing me, most likely as a result of a hangover after too much drinking.

Make a mental note to never consume liquor again! I wanted to sleep again, but the ray of light made my headache worse.

I opted to close the shades, but when I opened my eyes, I was puzzled to see an unfamiliar ceiling.

My room's ceiling was supposed to be beige, but the one I was gazing at appeared to be cream in color.

Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't the only one in the bed.

When I looked over and saw a naked man lying next to me, it was a good thing I contained my screaming.

I saw a sleeping Greek god in my bed, or was it his bed? Wait, maybe his bed because I am not in my freaking room!

Fortunately, my sudden movement didn't alarm the gorgeous man, and as a result, I had the pleasure of marveling at his stunning looks.

He seemed so serene in his slumber; I remembered his intimidating demeanor at the pub the night before.

My eyes widened as I noticed his lower body was only covered by a thin blanket that didn't conceal his size, so I diverted my gaze in fear of being tempted to peek beyond the blanket.

I struggled to remember what had happened the night before and what had brought me to this room with this magnificent specimen.

"Think, Yesha, think," I told myself.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened.

Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise...

When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified.

"I had sex with a complete stranger!"

I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

I cautiously got out of bed, taking care not to wake him up, and when I did, I noticed the red stain on the bedsheet on the side where I had been lying earlier.

The red stain only served to reaffirm that I had already lost my virginity.

I believe I was hyperventilating after realizing the truth, and it took a few minutes for me to feel the soreness in my lower abdomen.

Again, fragments of our passionate sexual pleasure surfaced in my mind, making me feel feverish.

I cautiously removed the blanket that covered his manhood, and it took a lot of willpower not to gaze at his shaft as I covered my naked body with the blanket I took from the sleeping man.

Even yet, it didn't stop my mind from running wild as I remembered how this sleeping man made me feel, particularly how he made me reach orgasm.

"Enough already, Yesha! Enough already!" I chastised myself when I felt the same lust as last night.

I hastily searched for my clothes, which were scattered over the room; I needed to move quickly because I was afraid he would wake up and find me.

Once I was clothed and had one last glance at him, I eventually made my way from the room.

I had no regrets about losing my virginity to this attractive man, but it doesn't imply that I'm looking forward to a longterm relationship with him either.

Because this was simply a onenight stand, I had to remind myself to forget about what had transpired in this room and to let go of any hopes for the future with this guy.

When I finally shut the door, I felt a twinge of sadness, which puzzled me because I didn't know this guy and was fairly certain that he wouldn't be troubled by someone as insignificant as myself.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and I was quite certain that I would hear a mouthful from my mom because I hadn't even informed her of my whereabouts.

To avoid my mother's machined gun mouth, I went to Julia's instead.

When I arrived at Julia's place, I caught up with her, who looked like she'd just gotten out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel over her body; she's not your typical shy girl.

Because of her modellike physique and soft features, Julia truly is the epitome of what it means to be a Filipina beauty.

"How was your date, Yesha?" she remarked, winking at me with a naughty grin. "Let's go inside my room," she said.

She appeared unaffected when she unceremoniously removed the towel covering her body; we're both women, after all, and it wasn't the first time she changed clothes in front of me.

"So tell me what happened?" she exclaimed as she changed into her house clothes.

Even though we were closed, I couldn't summon the courage to tell her what had happened; it was simply too intimate, but then again, who should I share my experience with if not her?

No, not my mother! In any case, if she finds out, I don't want to be tortured to death.

As I took a big breath, I decided to tell her everything that had happened since I had last seen her at the mall.

I could tell she was excited to find out what had happened because of the look on her face, but I'm sure that would change once she found out what I had done.

"Juls," I started, but I took several long breaths before continuing. "I've already given up my virginity."

"Yesha, you're amazing! Finally, you're a woman, and it's about time! "Her words were said while she embraced me as if I had just won a competition.

But I didn't return her hug for the same reason she was hugging me; instead, I was looking for comfort in the wake of my own mistake.

I heard a small voice inside my head telling me that giving up my virginity to that handsome man was not a mistake, to which I shrugged.

"Brix must be thrilled that you've given yourself to him. Have you reconciled?" She asked.

It wasn't Brix, I said quietly.

"I'm sorry?" She asked, looking confused.

"I didn't give Brix my virginity," I said.

"But you stated you'd already lost your..." Her expressive eyes widened as she realized what I meant.

"Ayesha Santinallan! What exactly did you do?!" She asked with a raised voice, which made me uncomfortable.

"I saw Brix having sex with another woman, and to forget his betrayal, I got drunk in a pub in BGC, and that's when I met the handsome man I slept with," I replied hurriedly.

"Slow down; I didn't even understand half of what you said," she remarked.

As a result, I explained what had happened to me, taking my time so as not to have to repeat myself.

As she realized what I had done while drunk, I could see her confusion turn into horror.

"Are you crazy? You know how poor your tolerance for alcohol is; why did you get so drunk?"

"Juls, I was deceived. Brix had cheated on me, and the only way I could forget about it, even for a short time, was to become wasted," I answered.

"Yesha..." Julia muttered, and just as I expected her to scold me, I felt her firm hug as if to support me.

I couldn't stop the tears from streaming from my eyes, and I told myself that this would be the last time I cried over Brix or any other man.

She just kept hugging me, and when I eventually calmed down, I pushed her gently.

"Shit! We should stop doing this; we're becoming just like those drama shows we loathed," I tried to lighten the mood by joking.

"OK, but I'm curious, how was the man who took your Vcard?" She asked casually.

"Well, he was fine, and he looks sinfully handsome," I explained, trying to sound nonchalant.

When I remembered the man I slept with, I didn't notice the smile on my lips.

He was undoubtedly awake by now, and he realized I had abandoned him, and I was pretty confident he didn't mind if without saying anything.

"Is it big?"

That jolted me out of my reverie, and when I looked at her, I noticed a mischievous grin on her face.

"Julia Montero!" I exclaimed as I glared at her.

"What?! I mean, is he a tall man?" She asked, acting all innocent.

"Well, I suppose he's around more than 6 feet tall, so he's tall," I said.

There was silence between us, after what I said.

"So, how big is his dick?" She asked, intrigued.

"JULIA!" I yelled at her once and smacked her with a pillow.

"God, how I love this girl," I thought.

= Yesha's Point of View=

"Damn!" While riding my bike to work, I couldn't stop cursing.

Today is Monday, and I dislike Monday because it marks the beginning of the week, which means I have to go to work, and since a lot happened over the weekend, I wanted to rest at home.

As expected, I received a scolding from my mother for not returning home and spending the night outside; if she only knew what I did, she would definitely rip me apart, therefore I would never tell her what I did last weekend.

I definitely want to skip work today, especially because I'm already feeling soreness and ache all over my body, particularly in my lady part.

I couldn't believe I had taken that monster of a shaft in me, considering he was big and I was still a virgin at the time.

It just goes to show how skillful he was in bed and with women. There is no doubt that he had a lot of experience in that area, and for some reason, I felt bitter thinking about the women he had slept with, but I quickly dismissed it.

I don't have the right to feel anything because it was only a onenight stand, so I chose to move on and forget about my experience with that remarkable man.

I continued driving to work, which was difficult given the discomfort in between my legs.

I work for Fajardo Advertising Company, which is located in the heart of Makati and is one of the largest advertising firms in the country.

I did my OJT with them, and after I graduated, they offered me a job, which I gratefully accepted.

I really liked the atmosphere and the closeness I had with my coworker, therefore I didn't hesitate to sign a contract with them, and since then I grew and learned a lot from working in this company.

I work with a variety of products, including soap, restaurants, and junk foods, among others, and I thoroughly like developing concepts for all products signed to us.

As much as I wanted to forget what happened last weekend, it wasn't easy because he made a lasting impression on me, and I even dreamed about him last night.

"Oh my goodness, Yesha. Get a hold of yourself!" I scolded myself for almost missing the red light, because of thinking about that man.

My travel from my home to Makati normally takes longer than an hour.

During this time of day, traffic is extremely congested, particularly in Makati, the Philippines' business capital and busiest city.

This is why I opted to get a motorcycle instead of a car; it was much easier for me to get around on my bike rather than the cumbersome car.

I got to work five minutes before seven a.m., and when I spotted Angie waiting for the elevator, I approached her right immediately.

"Good morning, Angie," I said.

Angie is one of my creative team colleagues; she is what you might term a "female who acts like a gay man," in that the way she acts and speaks could lead you to believe she is gay, and not a real woman.

"Good morning, Yesha. How was your weekend?" She asked in a highpitched tone, arms akimbo.

"It was great, of course, nothing much happened. How about you?" I asked.

"Regrettably, I am such a loser. I mean, my boyfriend doesn't get me and keeps telling me to act normal, as if there's something wrong with the way I talk and act." She remarked, her perfect left brow arched.

"Later," I said when the elevator opened.

We talked till we got to our office, which is on the twelfth floor of the building.

We had barely finished talking when our manager arrived and asked for our attention, indicating that she had an announcement to make.

The creative team is made up of eight persons that oversee the concept and execution of generating a commercial for our clients.

"Everyone, pay attention. Mr. Fajardo's son had arrived from the United States and would be taking over the company from now on, therefore I want everyone to put their best foot forward," Sally announced.

Sally is our team's leader, and while she is strict at work, she is just as jolly and playful outside of the workplace as the rest of us.

"His name is Xavier Fajardo, and he is the only son of our boss, Xander Fajardo. He is 27 years old and graduated from the University of California. Before starting his own business, he studied in B.S. Management and worked as the head of the marketing department for one of the largest corporations in the United States," Sally finished by looking at each of us.

The rumor of Xander stepping down had been circulating for a month, but no one was certain until now.

"Impressive," I thought to myself when I learned of Xavier's accomplishment, but it befuddles me why he needs to take over this company when he was also running his own company abroad.

I'm bothered because we're going to have a new boss, which means I'll have to try to get along with him.

The old Fajardo is one of the kindest individuals I've ever met; he doesn't act like a boss, but as a friend to his staff, and I was hoping that his son would be the same.

Following Sally's announcement, we returned to our respective tables and began working.

We were now working on a popular soap detergent; this would be one of our largest projects in history, therefore making a mistake was out of the question.

I tried to concentrate on my work, but Angie, being the gay woman that she was, kept bugging me with questions about our new boss.

"Do you think our new boss is goodlooking?" She inquired.

I just shrugged my shoulders, as if to say, "I don't care." I mean, why would I bother thinking about how our new boss looks when it has nothing to do with my job?

"You're such a mood killer, that's what you are, Yesha," she added loudly, to which I responded with another shrug of the shoulders.

"But seriously, aren't you interested in what he looks like? I mean, if Xander is still attractive at his age, I'm sure his son is as well," she spoke dreamily.

"Maybe," I answered nonchalantly.

"Perhaps he's single and seeking for a partner," she jokingly said, looking at me meaningfully.

"You know what, Angie, I think I'm going to pass; I've gone through a lot, and I don't care how goodlooking or hot that man is; I will never get into a relationship, serious or fling," I said flatly.

"Yesha, you're such a downer. I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up as an old maid," she replied, sticking out her tongue at me.

I just laughed and didn't take her words seriously because I'm so used to Angie at the office and can't picture life without a flamboyant woman like her.

After she returned to her desk, I was finally able to get back to work on my task, and I noticed it was nearly midnight when I looked at the clock.

"Ok guys, let's stop in the meantime, and have our lunch," Sally announced, it seems that I was not the only one who noticed the time.

She was already tidying her table and getting ready for lunch when her phone rang, and I couldn't help but notice the panic on her face after hearing the person on the other end of the line.

Sally, who was always calm, became agitated, and it was the first time I had seen her in this state.

"I'm sorry, everyone, but we'll have to reschedule our lunch break because I just got a call from Mr. Xavier's secretary saying he's on his way here," she remarked, fanning her face with her palm.

Given the time and the fact that everyone was already hungry, a murmur of dissatisfaction could be heard in the office, but we had no choice but to wait for our new boss.

"Who the heck does Xavier think of himself?" I said to Angie, but Sally apparently heard what I said.

"Well, Ms. Santillan, Mr. Fajardo is the new CEO of this company, and he has every right to come to the office whenever he likes," she reprimanded.

"Whatever," I thought, not wanting to be scolded for the second time if Sally discovered what I was thinking at the time.

We didn't have an option but to wait for Xavier, but thirty minutes had gone and he still hadn't arrived.

I'm incredibly hungry; I didn't even eat breakfast this morning, and my stomach is already grumbling.

"Yesha, where are you going?" Sally asked as she observed me leave my position.

"I have to go to the restroom, I have to pee!" I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice.

I left the office without waiting for her response and went to the washroom on this floor.

I was still pissed when I went to the restroom and did my business. I'm terribly hungry, and I can't stop being grouchy when I'm hungry.

"Talk about work ethics! Employees are entitled to an hour of lunch break, and we're meant to be taking our lunch break right now, but instead, we're waiting for an inconsiderate boss!"

I even yelled at the poor janitor who was staring at me strangely because I was irritated.

She seemed terrified after being scolded by me, and she didn't even complete cleaning before leaving the restroom.

"Yesha, take it easy. You must relax because we are talking about the boss here," I was trying to calm my nerves when I said this.

I stayed in the bathroom for another five minutes before returning to the office.

When I walked in, I observed three men in black suits in Sally's office, and Sally was talking to the man who was gazing out the glass window looking at the entire Makati area.

Sally eventually saw me and signaled for me to enter her office, which I did.

"Sir, by the way. I'd also like you to meet Ayesha Santillan, one of our team's senior members," she said while dangerously staring at me.

"Good afternoon, Sir, my name is Yesha Santil..." When he finally turned around and faced me, I thought I swallowed the words that were about to come out of my mouth.

"OH MY GOODNESS! You've got to be kidding me!" When I saw our new boss, Xavier Fajardo, I exclaimed internally.

Because Xavier Fajardo is the man with whom I had sex! "Oh, my gosh! My boss and I had sex!"

=Yesha's Point of View=

"Oh my goodness!" When I noticed Xavier's surprised expression as he stared at me, I discreetly mumbled, followed by a mischievous smile forming on his face as he stared at me meaningfully.

I didn't think I could withstand his stare, so I averted my gaze, but even when I wasn't looking, I could feel his burning gaze.

It was truly a small world; who would have guessed that I'd be meeting the guy who stole my virginity in a couple of days, and he also happened to be my new boss?

"But he's still incredibly goodlooking," I thought to myself, and I couldn't stop staring at him.

When I finally looked at him, I was dumbfounded, and he didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring at me with such hunger in his eyes.

Sally would have been horrified to see the passion in Xavier's eyes had she been able to see what I was seeing.

I know I should turn away, but I just can't bring myself to do it. As a result, I missed Xavier's outstretched hand in expecting a handshake.

"Yesha, Yesha!" I was eventually awakened from my trance when I heard Sally yell my name.

I instantly turned my attention to Sally, who appeared to be an angry banshee, and when I followed her stare, I noticed Xavier's raised hand.

As I received his handshake, I felt an electric shock that compelled me to swiftly withdraw my hand. I had tried everything to keep it from shaking but had failed horribly.

While still reeling from the sensation of our hands touching against each other, I murmured, "Wel...welcome to the company."

"Thank you, Ms. Santillan; I am happy to be here," he said, still staring at me passionately.

The implication of his words did not escape me, but I chose to ignore it.

I sighed with relief when I was finally allowed to leave Sally's office, and I didn't linger much longer before returning to my station.

I tried hard not to look at Xavier as Sally showed him around the office and next to the other department of the company, which allowed me to slip and escape to the building's rooftop.

When I got to the rooftop, I reached for a cigarette that had been in my purse for a long time, and that's when I discovered my hand was still trembling.

I hadn't smoked in a long time, and the cigarette in my purse was not mine, but Angie's.

I swore not to smoke, but this appears to be an exception.

I called Julia's number while I was still puffing on my cigarette.

"What?! Julia yelled after three rings as soon as she answered my call.

"Juls, I'm freaking out! What should I do?!" I inquired, my voice quivering.

"Huh? What happened? Did something bad happen to you?" She asked, her voice apprehensive.

"I'm alright, it's just... remember what I told you yesterday?" I asked.

"What was that?" She asked.

"About the guy with whom I had sex," I replied.

"The guy who took your virginity? What's about him?" She asked calmly, now that she realized I wasn't in any danger, but to be honest, I think this is worse.

I took a long breath before responding to her query. "He's here, the guy I slept with is here."

"What exactly do you mean he's there? Do you mean in your workplace?"

"Yes, he's my freaking boss! I had sex with my boss!" I yelled, scanning my surroundings for anyone who might have heard me, but when I realized I was the only person on the rooftop, I felt better.

I could hear Julia coughing on the other end of the line, and I was certain she would be shocked by what I had to say.

"No freaking way! Talk about a small world," she commented.

"Tell me about it, but how should I continue? I'm already panicking! After what had happened, how could I face him again?"

I could hear her heaving breathing on the other end, and I knew she was thinking about what I needed to do, and then I heard her speak again after a few minutes.

"What you should do is not panic; act naturally as if you don't know the man; show him your poker face; maybe he won't bother you if you show that what happened between you two doesn't concern you," she suggested.

"Ok, I've got it! Please wish me luck "I answered before finally hanging up, but before I did, I heard her say good luck.

"Ok, Yesha, you can do it, pretend like you don't remember him and don't care what happened between you two, nerves of steel," I finally said, gaining the courage I needed.

The combination of smoking and talking to Julia helped me destress.

So, I returned to the office, head held high and radiating confidence as if ready to face anything, including Xavier. However, as soon as I walked into our office, I realized that everyone had left, except for Angie, who appeared to be waiting for me.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you to return," she said, irritated.

"Why? Did something happen? Where are the others?" I asked simultaneously.

"Everyone had gone, Xavier had asked everyone to a late lunch, and Sally had ordered me to wait for you," she continued.

"Sorry, I was on the rooftop talking to my friend."

We decided to follow the others to the Japanese restaurant near our office, and Angie couldn't stop talking about our new boss on the elevator.

"Admit it, Xavier is extremely goodlooking; he's more attractive than those famous actors," she remarked dreamily.

In response to her statement, I simply nodded my head. I let her talk while we waited for the lift to reach the ground floor.

I kept silent until we arrived at the mall, where the Japanese restaurant was located.

They were already eating when we came, and I noticed Xavier sitting on the farthest of the table seated alongside Sally, but there was no one sitting on his other side.

Angie decided to walk towards the empty seat when she noticed it, but she was quickly halted by Sally.

"Why don't you take this seat, Yesha, and Angie take the seat next to Bob?" Sally suggested, bursting Angie's bubble.

Angie's expression is clearly disappointed as she did what Sally instructed, and the way she stares at me is full of envy; if only she knew I would trade my seat for her any time of day.

I had no choice but to seat next to Xavier, and just being near him makes me uncomfortable.

I thought I was prepared to face him again, but I was mistaken, and all the confidence I had earlier vanished in an instant.

I couldn't get into the food I was eating since it felt bland to me for some reason.

"Actually, Mr. Fajardo, Yesha here is our best employee; she came up with the majority of the concepts that our clients chose," Sally proudly declared.

"Really? I'm impressed, but please call me Xavier. I'm not that old," with his toothpaste commercial smile, he added.

"Sure thing, Xavier," she said, and when she observed that Xavier's sake glass was empty, she instantly grabbed up the sake bottle, but it was also empty, so she gestured for me to pour Xavier's sake because mine had remained untouched.

I tried to stay calm, but my trembling hands caused me to spill the wine in Xavier's pants.

"What did you do?!" Sally hissed at me.

She was about to wipe the wine off his jeans when she realized she shouldn't.

"That's fine, I'll just go to the bathroom, excuse me," Xavier replied before heading to the restroom.

"Pull yourself together, Yesha, you appear to be out of focus today," Sally chided.

Xavier returned to the table a few minutes later and resumed his meal as if nothing had happened.

I felt like this was the longest lunch I'd ever been to, not because we were eating too slowly, but because Xavier's presence was causing my mind to go bananas.

I almost let out a sigh of relief as lunch came to an end, so I stood up and went out of the restaurant, disregarding Sally's call.

I was the first one to arrive at the office, and by the time the others returned from lunch, I was already busy working.

I took a look around and noted that Xavier was not with Sally when she returned, implying that he had probably already left, or so I thought.

Xavier reappeared in our office thirty minutes before the end of our shift, and as if he could sense that I was staring, he turned to face me.

I ignored his stare and seemed to be engaged with my work; I noticed it in the corner of my eyes as he entered Sally's office.

I grabbed my bag and left as soon as the clock struck 5 p.m., without even saying goodbye to my colleagues.

I was nearly sprinting as if demons were chasing after me, and the only time I caught my breath was when I arrived at the parking lot where my motorcycle was parked.

I was relieved to be free of Xavier's clutches, so I was startled when I heard a voice behind me, causing me to drop my keys.

"Hello Yesha, going home already?" He said in his stern voice.

"Mr. Fajardo, sir," I said after picking up my keys, putting on my poker face as Julia had instructed.

"Mr. Fajardo? Interesting, is that how you refer to someone you've had sex with?" He inquired, unconcerned about whether or not anyone heard him.

"Don't say that or someone might hear you, and just so you know, what happened between us was only a onetime affair that will never happen again," I snarled.

"You seem to be confident about it, but we'll see," he remarked, the way he looked at me it was as if he was challenging me.

I chose to ignore what he said and continued riding my bike, but even though I was already going, he remained in the same spot, staring at me as I rode away.

"Shit!"

=Yesha's Point of View=

"Damn it!" I cursed as I rode my motorcycle back home.

The talk between me and Xavier really infuriated me, the nerve of him to propose that I would be willing to have sex with him again because it would never happen again, even though he was incredibly goodlooking, but still, I need to be unyielding, once is enough.

I still couldn't believe it when I found out I had a onenight stand with my boss, of all people.

I blame the booze I drank that night; if I hadn't been intoxicated that night, I wouldn't have made the mistake of sleeping with a stranger and losing my virginity, but it's too late to repent now, so I vowed never to drink again.

Aside from drinking, I blame Brix for everything; if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten wasted and slept with a random stranger.

Normally, it takes me more than an hour to get home, but because of how fast I drive, it only took me 40 minutes instead.

"How come you're here so early?" My mother asked as soon as I entered our home.

"I finished my work early, so I decided to go home right away; by the way, is that sinigang?" I inquired as I smelled the dish she was cooking in the kitchen.

So hungry now, and I didn't even eat that well earlier, that it wasn't a surprise to hear the grumbling in my stomach!

Sinigang is a traditional Filipino cuisine made with tamarindbased soup, which can be pork, fish, or shrimp, with different vegetables.

My favorite is the pork one; in any dish, I would prefer pork to any other meat.

"Yeah, I cooked your favorite; why do you want to have dinner already?" She asked when she heard my stomach.

"Yes, I didn't eat much during my lunch break, so I'm hungry right now," I admitted.

"Ok, I'll call you when it's ready," she said.

She returned to the kitchen, while I went straight to my room on the second floor to change into my typical home clothes.

I donned a white shirt with short shorts; it's fine to wear this kind of outfit because I'm only at home.

After a few minutes, I heard mom calling my name, and as I walked to the kitchen, I saw her already adding the vegetables to the sinigang.

"Take a seat, it's almost done," she said, and I did as she instructed, and our dinner was ready after another three minutes of waiting.

"Finally! I'm famished!" I murmured excitedly, and I was about to begin when there was a loud knock on the door, which compelled me to stop eating.

"Such a bother," I said, and with a heavy heart, I was forced to abandon my food to check who was at the door.

Interestingly, as I opened the door, I discovered a foreigner, possibly in his teen years.

"Can I help you?" I asked, perplexed, seeing the young man's good looks.

"Yes, I'd like to know if this is Anita Santillan's house." He inquired, smiling and speaking in a thick British accent, and he's really cute!

'Yes, I am Anita's daughter, Yesha," I replied.

I was taken aback when the foreigner abruptly hugged me, and it took me a few seconds to grasp what he was doing.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" In a state of panic, I asked.

I tried to take his arms off, but he wouldn't budge, and I was about to punch him when his next words caught me off guard.

"I've always wanted to meet you, big sister," he added, eventually letting go with a large smile on his handsome face.

It took me a minute to grasp what he had just said, and I'm sure a look of astonishment was written all over my face.

"Wait, did you just call me your big sister?" I asked, my mouth agape.

"You are, indeed, my sister. By the way, I'm Jerry Wills's son," he responded calmly.

After hearing him mention my biological father's name, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

I can't believe or accept what has happened to me; first, I discovered that the man who devirginized me is also my boss, and now I'm meeting my supposed halfbrother; can my life get much more complicated?!

I tried to find any similarities between us, but I couldn't find any, and he seemed to detect my skepticism, so he pulled out a bunch of paperwork and photos from his luggage and presented them to me.

He handed me some documentation proving that he is, in fact, Jerry Will's son, and my halfsister.

I also saw a photo of him with Jerry, and while I haven't met the man, I saw a picture of him among my mother's belongings when I was a child.

I could feel my knees weakening, and then I realized we'd been standing at the doorway for quite some time, so I invited him inside.

"Who's there at the door? Why are you taking such a long time..." When my mother saw our visitor, she couldn't complete her sentence.

"Hello, my name is Dustin Wills, Jerry Wills' son," he said.

When she heard her exlover's name my mother's demeanor immediately changed to one of shock.

"Are you sure..." She couldn't continue speaking owing to the shock she was experiencing, so I decided to question Dustin myself.

"So, you're telling me you're Justin Wills' son and my brother, is that correct?" I asked as if questioning a suspect in a crime.

"Yeah, halfbrother actually, and I also have an older sister named Maggie," he added.

"Ok, so I have two siblings from Jerry Wills, but what are you doing here?" I enquired.

"Well, about that, I wanted to meet you because I really wanted to see my other sister ever since dad told me about you, and secondly, I was trying to run away from our sister, Maggie," he stated with a sheepish look on his adorable face.

"Ok, so where are you going to stay while you're here in the Philippines?" I asked.

"I'd been staying in Manila hotel for a week already, but I opted to check out early after confirming that I'd finally found this place," he explained.

"If you've already checked out of your hotel, where do you intend to stay now?" I asked with trepidation, I don't like what I'm thinking right now, especially after seeing the luggage he brought.

His smile widened as he looked at me with a pleading expression on his face.

"I want to live here, I want to be with my halfsister," he replied sweetly.

After hearing what I was afraid to hear from him, it felt as if my soul left me.

I was already stressed, and just when I thought things couldn't get much worse, another complication came.

"Just wait here," I said as I dragged my mother back to the kitchen.

"Mom, he came to the Philippines to see me, and he also wanted to stay with us!" I informed her in a frantic tone.

"I know, I heard him; his accent was thick, but I could comprehend some of what he said," she replied.

"All well, and are you ok if he stayed with us, even though he's Jerry's son?" I asked, still skeptical.

To be honest, I expected her to flip out after learning about Dustin's father, but she remained calm.

"Yeah, I don't see anything wrong with it, and you verified that what he was saying was true, correct?" She inquired, and I responded with a nod of my head.

"Are you certain? Aren't you upset with him because he's the son of the jackass who abandoned you?" I continued in my probe, still unconvinced.

"Yes, I'm fine with it; he didn't do anything wrong to me, so why should I blame or be angry with him for something his father did to me?"

"OK, just to be sure, and yes, his proof seems very legit to me, and furthermore, there's nothing worth in this place if he was planning to rob us," I said.

"See? So why don't you call him, and ask if he wanted to have dinner with us," she said.

She didn't wait for my reply and decided to reheat our food, and after ensuring that she was completely fine with Dustin living with us, I returned to the living room, where Dustin was sitting idly on the couch, and as soon as he saw me, he stood up.

"Ok, you can stay, my mom agreed, you can stay for a few days, are we clear?"

"Yes, quite clear, and thank you," he replied enthusiastically.

The only issue is where he would sleep in this house, and as if sensing my predicament, he volunteered to sleep on the couch in the living room instead.

"No, it doesn't seem right, you're our visitor, and moreover, there's one more room in this house, but we needed to clean it first."

The room I was referring to is one that we had converted into our storage room, so we would be doing a lot of lifting later, but before that, I invited him to join us for dinner, which he eagerly accepted.

He was skeptical at first as he glanced at the food on the table, but after finally tasting it, he began eating with vigor this time.

After our dinner, we decided to take a short break before cleaning the storage room that would be Dustin's room for the duration of his stay with us.

I was so sweaty and sticky after we finished cleaning the room, and it was a good thing there was still a clean bed for him to use.

I chose to take a bath first, and when I got out, I looked for Dustin and found him outside our house.

I'm not sure whether to laugh or grimace as our neighbors gazed in awe and admiration at Dustin.

Dustin is undeniably attractive, and with a few more years under his belt, he will undoubtedly become even more so.

"Hi pretty lady," he remarked to the girl who happened to pass by our house, and her entire face became red like a ripe tomato as a result.

"It appears he's a womanizer," I thought to myself, but that changed when I noticed how he stared at the shirtless guy who walked out outside their house.

I'm suspicious because of the weird look Dustin is giving the shirtless guy, but then I remember how he flirted with the girl earlier, so I'm even more confused.

"Hey Dustin," I said calling his attention.

"What's up?" He asked still looking at the same guy.

"Are you gay?"

My question eventually drew his attention to me, and a huge grin came on his face before he spoke.

"No, I'm not gay," he replied, quashing my suspicions, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, his next words startled me.

"I'm not gay, but I'm bisexual," he said calmly, returning his focus to the shirtless man.

At first, I was worried, especially because, in comparison to other countries, the Philippines is still not as welcoming to his kind, but when I realized that he would only be staying for a few days, my concerns subsided.

After knowing about Dustin's sexual orientation, I began to wonder if my halfsister was a lesbian, but I quickly disregarded that possibility.

It's not like I'm going to meet her as well, and I have no plans to do so, the fact that Dustin was running away from her sister only means that she was probably an illtempered woman.

"Why don't you go inside and rest?" I said.

"Ok, but first I'll need a shower," he said, and both of us went into the house.

I went straight to my room, while Dustin went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After fifteen minutes, I remembered I hadn't provided him a cushion or blanket, so I grabbed a couple of pillows and carried them to his room.

I opened the door without knocking, thinking he was still in the bathroom, only to be horrified when I saw him naked; it was a good thing he wasn't facing the door, or else I might have seen his length.

"Good gracious! Cover yourself!" While my eyes were closed, I exclaimed.

"Sorry, I typically sleep naked, and I didn't expect you to come in without knocking," he explained.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were still in the bathroom, and next time, learn how to lock your door, because my mom typically barges in without permission," I explained.

"OK, you can look now, I'm decent," he said, but I hadn't fully opened my eyes yet, so I took a glimpse, and only after confirming his claim did I fully open my eyes.

I finally went back to my room after giving him the blanket and pillows. I tried not to think about everything that had occurred to me so far, and everything that would happen to me in the future, and I can't help being terrified of what the future had in store for me.

"Please, no more," I said silently as I eventually fell asleep.

=Yesha's Point of View=

I awoke terrified because I feared I was still in the hotel room, but when I looked around, I realized I was in my own room.

"It was just a dream, Yesha," I reassured myself.

I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was only 5:30 a.m. and that I still had plenty of time to spare, but I chose to leave my room.

I looked at Dustin's closed door and assumed he was still sleeping, so I decided to give him a few more hours.

"You're up early; why don't you take a bath first? I'm almost finished preparing our breakfast; is your halfbrother still sleeping?" She inquired, and I couldn't believe how casually he spoke the word "halfbrother," as if he comfortably accepted Dustin as my halfbrother.

"I guess he's still sleeping," I replied, my stomach grumbling as I smelled my mother's cooking.

She was cooking garlic rice and longanisa, so I went back to my room to get my toiletries so I could take a bath, and when I was done showering, I went straight back to the kitchen, where Dustin was already sitting comfortably.

When I watched how my mother pampered Dustin as if he were her own son, I couldn't help but frown.

"Wait a minute, who is the biological child here?" I mused to myself, but I didn't dwell on it too much as I sat in my usual seat.

"Good morning, big sis," Dustin remarked, his normal charming smile on his face as if nothing lifechanging had happened the day before.

"Morning," I answered back.

Before eating, I washed my hands first; with this type of food, I really enjoyed eating with my hands, so after drying my hands, I began enjoying the food that my mom had prepared.

I fought not to laugh when my eyes fell on Dustin; he was trying to imitate the way I eat, and it looked sad; because of the way he eats, I was reminded of an old Filipino commercial with a famous football player.

"Dustin, you're doing it wrong. Take a look at how I do it," when I couldn't take it anymore, I said.

The way he looked at me, it was as if he was trying to learn something really important; he is so cute while being so serious.

It took him several tries until he got the hang of it, and I could tell he was having fun.

I decided to leave for work after finishing my meal, so I brushed my teeth and changed into my work clothes.

"I'm going to work," I told my mother when I found her watching TV in the living room.

"Be careful, don't drive too fast," she said, not even glancing at me.

I was about to depart when my eye was drawn to Dustin, who was still wearing his shirt.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, and as I saw his sheepish smile, I dreaded the thought that was racing through my head right now.

"I'm coming with you; I'd want to see where you work," he replied, smiling.

"For your information, mister, I'm heading to work," I said firmly.

"I know, that's why I wanted to see where you work," he replied, still smiling.

I had no choice but to bring him with me; he was persistent, and he wouldn't stop unless I agreed to bring him along, and my mom had ordered me to do so.

Again, who is her biological child here?

The way he acts simply demonstrates that he is still a kid, and sixteen is still a child in my perspective. He was maybe 5 inches taller than me, so if you saw us, you'd assume we were the same age.

I took extra precautions because I wasn't used to riding with a passenger, and I could hear him having a good laugh as we neared EDSA.

It took us 1 hour and 30 minutes to get to my office, where I dropped him off.

"As you can see, you are not allowed to enter, so what are your plans while I am working?" I asked.

"In fact, I was considering going to Starbucks while waiting for the mall to open and waiting for your lunch break so we could have lunch together," he cheerfully replied.

I didn't react quickly when he suddenly seized my phone, and when I looked at what he was doing, I saw that he was keying some numbers in my cellphone, and then calling his number with my phone.

"Now that I have your cellphone number, you can check on me without worry," he remarked before heading to Starbucks.

I watched him until he entered the coffee shop, at which point I decided to drive to the building's parking area and park my bike.

"Good morning," I greeted everyone on our team, and when the clock hit 7 a.m., we immediately got to work.

I was so preoccupied with my work that I didn't notice Xavier's arrival, and it wasn't until after 10 p.m. that I realized someone was staring at me.

I was taken aback as our gazes locked, and I could see the yearning in his eyes, so I averted my gaze.

I nodded to acknowledge his presence and returned to my work, but I couldn't ignore the way he was looking at me.

I remembered Sally mentioning Xavier getting an office on our floor, but I didn't expect him to be operating in our actual office.

I tried hard not to look at him, but I couldn't resist the temptation, so I peered, and there he was, reading the proposals we filed yesterday before the shift ended.

I had the freedom to watch his every movement because he wasn't looking in my direction, from the way he caressed his chin when deep in contemplation, to the way he grimaced when he read something he didn't agree on, to the way his adams' apple moved when he drank his water.

I was so engrossed with observing his every movement that I didn't notice him looking at me.

"Shoot!" When I noticed a knowing look on his face while looking at me, I swiftly diverted my eyes and returned to my computer.

But, after a few minutes, I couldn't stop looking back at him and noticed that he was engaged with his work, but there was a broad grin on his lips that suggested he was laughing, probably at me.

I tried hard not to look in his direction and to concentrate on my work. Thirty minutes had passed when Sally called my attention.

"Yesha," she said, "Xavier wants us in his office."

The rapid hammering of my heart made me worry if Sally could hear it as well, as I followed her to Xavier's office in silence.

Sally knocked on the door three times before we heard Xavier's permission to enter.

"Good morning, Mr. Fajardo," she said respectfully.

"Please have a seat, and remember what I said about calling me, Mr. Fajardo?" He asked with a big grin on his lips, staring directly at Sally as if ignoring my presence, which irritated me.

"Right, sorry about that, Xavier," she replied nervously.

This is the first time I've seen Sally act this way; she was always confident, but suddenly she seemed nervous.

"No worries, now let's get down to business; I simply want to talk to you both about the proposal that I believe Yesha proposed," he remarked as he examined the papers I had submitted yesterday.

I couldn't stop worrying when he mentioned my proposal; after all, Sally had requested everyone to submit a plan that would be sent to Xavier, so I'm not sure why he was bringing our attention to mine.

"Did he finds fault with it?" I wondered.

"Yesha, could you please come here?" he asked, and I get a bad feeling about the way he smiled at me.

I had no choice but to move to his side to see the papers he had in front of him.

When I felt his palm brush over my bun, I gasped, and when I looked at him, his expression seemed unfazed, as if he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"I want you to look at this part," he said in a deadpan tone.

"Sir, yes," I tried to shift my hips away from his grasp, but he just kept pushing.

In Sally's position, she couldn't see our boss's harassment of me unless she moved to the right, where she could see the disgusting thing this guy was doing to my butt!

"Yesha, are you all right? Why are you so tense?" He asked innocently, but I could sense a challenging undertone.

It seemed as if he was waiting for me to respond negatively, and it appears that he was expecting that kind of reaction, but I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool, but instead.

"Ouch!" When I pinched his palm while snatching my bun, I heard Xavier cry.

"What's the matter, Mr. Fajardo?" I asked, pretending to be clueless, but deep down I'm already rejoicing, serve him right for harassing me, what a jerk!

But he doesn't appear to have learned his lesson, because I felt his hand on my bun again, and it was already inciting pleasure from me.

"You looked uneasy, Yesha; do you want me to get you a glass of water?" Sally asked, worried.

"Yes, please," I answered, trying not to stutter.

I waited for Sally to leave the room, and when she did, I had the opportunity to confront the devil himself.

As if on cue, "What the hell are you doing here?" I screamed.

I'm furious right now because of what he was doing earlier, but I'm even furious with myself for enjoying his advances toward me.

My brain tells me I shouldn't feel anything, but my treacherous body begs me to differ.

"I'm not sure what you mean," he said innocently, which annoyed me even more.

I'm on the verge of losing my rationality, and I may slap him at any moment now for harassing me.

I was already thinking about it, but it was a good thing Sally came back with a glass of water, which she handed to me.

"Thank you," I said after drinking.

While we were discussing my proposal, I tried to keep as far away from Xavier as possible. I would not give him the satisfaction of messing with me and touching my buttocks again.

We finally came to a resolution about lunchtime, and after a few small revisions, Xavier finally allowed us to leave, but before I could even get out of his office, he summoned me back.

I forced a smile at Sally and strolled over to Xavier's table after she left.

"What?!" I asked, angrily, dropping any pretense I was displaying when Sally was around.

"Would you like to go out to lunch with me?" He asked as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

I was about to say no when my phone began to ring, and when I realized it was Dustin calling, I immediately answered it.

"Hello, Dustin? Yes, I'm almost done here, just wait for me in G5," I answered when he ask me if I'm already on my way.

He was checking in on me because we had planned to meet for lunch, but when I saw Xavier glaring at me, an idea struck me.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, babe," I responded lovingly, and I could tell Dustin was confused with the way I talked to him, and because of that, I heard him calling me weirdo on the other line.

"I'm so sorry, Xavier," I responded, smiling at his smug expression, "but I'm having lunch with a special someone."

I didn't wait for his response as I left his office, but as I left, I noticed a domineering expression on his face that I completely ignored.

=Yesha's Point of View=

I left Xavier's office feeling victorious; I hope what I did put him in his proper place, but I have my doubts.

G5 is not far from my office, so I decided to walk there.

There were a lot of people on their lunch break as well, but I was still hoping we could find a place to eat because I only have an hour of lunch break.

When I checked my phone, I noticed a text message from Dustin. He was already waiting in G5 in front of the National Bookstore, according to the message he sent.

I spotted him right away when I arrived at the meeting location he had specified in his text message.

In all fairness to Dustin, he stood out from the crowd, and I was about to approach him when I noticed him talking to a cute Chineselooking guy.

"Excuse me, but..." The Chineselooking guy rudely interrupted me without glancing my way, making me frown.

"Get lost, miss whomever you are, can't you see we're busy?" He said, irritably, finally looking at me, and I could see the astonishment on his face as he saw my face.

His mouth is agape as he stares at me, and I swear I can see him drool. I'm not trying to brag, but a lot of people have mentioned that I could be a celebrity because of my looks, which I usually disregard.

"Uhmm... Hi, my name is Rui; what is yours?" He asked with a smile as if he hadn't just hissed at me a few minutes ago.

"Actually, I'm the sister of the guy you were flirting with," I responded, pulling Dustin away from this rude Chinitolooking guy, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes as he looked at both of us.

"Goodbye, Rui! I'll text you later!" Dustin said this while waving to Rui.

"Dustin, you've only been here since this morning, and yet you can't stop yourself from flirting with a stranger. I mean, it's different here than it is in the United States," I felt like I was already acting as a big sister as I said that.

"Uhmm, I'm actually from the United Kingdom, not the United States, and besides, I've been a good boy since I only received two numbers from those lovely girls I met earlier, plus another one from Rui," he bragged.

When I heard his answer, I had an inner facepalm. I didn't know what to say in response, but I couldn't blame the people around him because he's so damn attractive.

A lot of people were staring at us, which made me wonder if they were thinking if we were on a date or what.

"So, where would you like to eat?" I inquired.

"Hmmm... I'd like to have Filipino food," he replied after a few moments of contemplation.

"Ok, I know a place that serves authentic Filipino food," I said.

The restaurant I was referring to is on the mall's second floor, and after finding a table, we summoned the waiter to place our order.

To satisfy his hunger for Filipino food, I ordered the usual: pork adobo, fried pork spring rolls, pinakbet, and halohalo for dessert.

After taking our order, the waiter left to convey it to the kitchen, informing us that our food will be ready in fifteen minutes.

While we waited for our food, I decided to have a look around, but I was startled to see a familiar face approaching the restaurant's entrance.

"Dustin, hurry up! Put your arm around my shoulder!" I immediately ordered Dustin.

I could tell he was perplexed, but it was a good thing he did what I told him to do.

"Hello there, Mr. Fajardo. Are you also here for lunch?" I inquired, trying to look sweet with Dustin.

"Yes, I'm here for my lunch break; I didn't expect to see you," he explained.

I observed how he stared at Dustin, particularly at Dustin's hand on my shoulder.

"Where are my manners, by the way, Mr. Fajardo, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Dustin. Dustin meet my boss, Mr. Fajardo," I said introducing them to each other.

Xavier's expression darkened upon hearing how I introduced Dustin to him, while Dustin felt uneasy and is most certainly puzzled as to why I introduced him as my boyfriend.

"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked, his gaze fixed on me.

"Yes."

"No"

Dustin and I almost answered at the same time, and when I looked at him, he had a wicked smile on his face, as if he had finally figured out what was going on.

"Don't mind her, Mr. Fajardo, you're welcome to join us for lunch, by the way, like my girlfriend said, my name is Dustin, Dustin Wills," he said, holding his hand in the air as if waiting for a handshake.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Dustin. You can call me Xavier." Xavier accepted Dustin's handshake.

As soon as the waiter arrived, Xavier ordered a large number of items from the menu, enough for at least 10 people.

Our order was finally served after twenty minutes. I tried to concentrate on my food while ignoring Xavier's piercing look.

"How long have you been together?" He unexpectedly questioned while we were eating.

I cleared my throat first, then looked at Dustin as if to say, "Let me do the talking."

"I've known him for about a year, but we only started dating six months ago," I explained, squeezing Dustin's hand.

"I see, but isn't he too young to be your boyfriend? I assume he's only seventeen, or perhaps eighteen?" He inquired while waiting for confirmation.

"Please allow me to correct you, Xavier. I'm only sixteen, but I honestly don't mind our age gap as long as we love each other. They say that everything is fair in love and battle," Dustin emphasized.

After hearing his response, I relaxed inwardly; it was a good thing he knew what to say, but I can still sense the tension at our table.

"I see... so, is he the one who bro..."

"That's enough, Mr. Fajardo! It was all in the past now," I suddenly said, stopping him from talking.

How could I forget that he was aware of my breakup; wasn't that the reason I got drunk when we met in the bar?

He only shrugged his shoulders, but I could tell from his eyes that this matter is far from over.

Our lunch continued, and after finishing my food, I excused myself to freshen up.

When I entered the restroom, there was no one else around, and thus I was free to conduct my business. However, I was taken aback when I noticed that I was not alone upon exiting the cubicle.

"What do you think you're doing here? This is the ladies' room!" I shrieked.

He didn't say anything when he lock the door.

"What exactly are you doing? Don't dare to do anything or else I'll scream," panicking, I warned him.

When I observed him coming toward me, I subtly took a step back. He continued to walk slowly towards me, much like a predator does to its prey.

I continued to back away till I felt a cold wall in my back, and I could already feel the sweat on the back of my neck when I saw the determination in his eyes.

I instantly closed my eyes as I noticed his face approaching mine, and I was preparing him to kiss me when I heard his voice near my left ear.

"Break up with him and be with me instead," he whispered while softly biting my earlobe. "I'm very certain I'm a better lover than he is."

With that little contact, I felt my desire run wild, and before my body betrayed me, I swiftly opened my eyes and distanced myself from him.

"I can't believe you're insinuating such a thing, Mr. Fajardo; I may have made a mistake sleeping with you, but that doesn't make me an easy woman," I retorted.

I hastily unlocked the door and dashed back to our seat before he could make another move on me.

Being alone with Xavier screams danger, therefore I had to stay away from him at all costs!

Dustin was still eating his dessert when I returned to our table.

"We should go right now!" Then I asked the waiter to get our bill and was about to take out my wallet when I felt a strong hand grasp my hand.

"Let me," Xavier said looking at me intently.

I didn't protest and let him pay our tab, and after thanking him, I dragged Dustin out of the restaurant.

"Think about my offer, Yesha; I promise you won't be disappointed!" Xavier yelled.

I ignored him and continued on my way with Dustin. We only came to a halt when I felt it was safe to do so.

"What was that all about?" Dustin inquired.

"Nothing," I responded, "just ignore him."

I returned to the office, while Dustin chose to watch movies as he waited for my shift to end.

I tried to concentrate on my work, but I couldn't help but feel Xavier's stare from his office.

I had the impression that time was going extremely slowly; the good news was that Xavier was unobtrusive since he works in silence in his office.

"Finally!" At 5 p.m., I felt as if the weight on my chest had been lifted.

Immediately after waving goodbye to my coworkers, I snatched my bag and ran out the door.

"Goodbye, Xavier!" As I walked to the elevator, I could still hear my colleagues saying their goodbyes to Xavier.

I sighed in relief when I finally got inside the lift heading to the parking lot; I wasn't sure I could stand being in the same room as Xavier any longer.

It crossed my mind to resign, but I genuinely enjoy my job and couldn't leave my comrades, who have become my friends.

I texted Dustin to meet me in the parking lot before I left the office, and when I checked my phone again, I got a text message from Dustin saying he was already waiting in the parking lot.

In the parking lot, I spotted Dustin right away, but I didn't expect to also run into Angie.

"Hello there, Yesha! Is he your boyfriend? He's rather attractive "Angie said while trying to be adorable in front of my halfbrother.

"No way! He is, in fact, my halfbrother. This is Dustin, my halfbrother, and this is Angie, my coworker."

I realized Angie wasn't paying attention and was instead staring at something behind my back, so I turned around to check what she was staring at and the horror I felt when I saw who it was.

"Hey, Xavier! Are you going back home?" Angie asked a smile on her face, fully ignorant of the trouble she had caused me.

"Actually, I was about to leave when I noticed you guys. Oh, and aren't you going to introduce me to your halfbrother, Yesha?" He queried, emphasizing the word halfbrother and grinning gleefully.

"Mis...ter Fajardo, Sir, this is my halfbrother, Dustin," I eventually confessed, and when I saw the look in his eyes, I was terrified.

"We'd better get going," I frantically reply as I dragged Dustin to my bike, and we left, but not before I heard Xavier's remark.

"It's a pleasure to meet your brother, Yesha!" he stated with sarcasm in his voice, emphasizing the word brother, and for some reason, I felt it was a curse word.

I could feel Xavier's gaze on me even without looking back, and I knew my life in the office is about to become more turbulent.

=Yesha's Point of View=

I still can't believe my lie was exposed so quickly, and this time I blame Angie!

I can already imagine Xavier laughing at me, and the worst part is that the person behind me didn't help me at all; he could have simply warned me that Xavier was behind me earlier, but he didn't.

I had the impression that no one was on my side anymore, and that everyone was on Xavier's.

When we eventually reached home, I was exhausted, and after parking my bike in front of our house, I headed inside, completely ignoring Dustin.

I went to my room to get my toiletries and a change of clothes, and then I headed straight to the bathroom.

I was about to shut the bathroom door when I heard Dustin.

"Wait a minute, Yesha!" He yelled.

"What now? What do you want?" I asked, still irritated with him.

"Do you and Xavier have a romantic relationship?" He asked, smiling, but instead of receiving an answer from me, he found himself facing the door as I slammed it in his face.

"The nerve of him to ask me such a question, and to think he didn't even help me," I muttered to myself, even while I was having a bath.

I tried to wash away the aggravation I was feeling as a result of all the problems in my life, particularly my complication with my boss.

"God! Why won't he leave me alone?!" I asked myself over and over, but I couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer, even after I had completed having a bath.

I finally stepped out of the bathroom after drying myself and putting on my house clothes.

When I realized that Dustin's accent was making it difficult for my mother to understand him, I couldn't help but chuckle.

Don't get me wrong, she could understand English, but Dustin's thick British accent was making it difficult for her to understand him.

I had intended to watch them in silence, but my mother noticed me, and I could see the relief on her face as if she had found a lifesaver.

"Good thing you're here, dinner's almost ready," she added before leaving without waiting for a response from me.

"Hey, Dustin, you should take a bath first, dinner's almost ready," I replied as I sat in the empty seat.

"Finally, it's very hot here in the Philippines," he said as he removed his shirt and entered the bathroom.

Because of Dustin's familiarity with me and my mother, I could only sigh internally; he was only here for a couple of days, but he's so at ease that he could pull his shirt off without hesitation.

I went to check on my mother and found her still busy in the kitchen, with a faint smile on her face when she spotted me.

"It's a good thing you arrived on time since I couldn't understand what your halfbrother was saying," she joked.

"I noticed," I replied, jokingly, which elicited a pinch from her.

After suppressing my laughter, I offered to help her, but she promptly rejected my offer and told me that I have no idea about kitchen matters.

But I didn't take it to heart, because she was correct: I had neither talent nor knowledge for cooking.

Mom had finished cooking in fifteen minutes, and I had just noticed Dustin sitting in the dining room.

"Many thanks for the meal!" Dustin said happily, and without waiting for an invitation, he began to dig in.

I couldn't stop smiling as I watched Dustin eat his dinner with gusto, and when my mom and my eyes locked, I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

It's a joy to witness Duston appreciate Filipino food; even though he's British, he ate everything my mother made for us.

"You two should go to bed early, and I'll clean the dishes," mom suggested as she gathered the dirty dishes and carried them to the sink.

I went upstairs to my room. and tried to sleep, but even after lying down for more than an hour, I couldn't sleep, so I chose a seat near the window and gazed out the window.

Even though it was late, there were still a number of people outside, either gossiping, drinking, or playing outside with their children.

I sighed as I pondered what tomorrow would store for me, or what additional challenges I'd have to face.

It was after midnight when I finally felt sleepy, and as soon as my head hit my pillow, I fell asleep.

Even though I slept late, I had to get up early for work, and I didn't bother waking up Dustin and instead left him to sleep.

I was scared he'd insist on accompanying me to work; he's a harsh reminder of my failed lie with Xavier yesterday.

I had a quick shower and an even quicker breakfast. I was worried that Dustin might awaken shortly.

"I'm heading to work, Mom; take care of Dustin," I hurriedly murmured as I walked away.

Our presentation is quickly approaching, and while Xavier has already agreed to go with my plan, we were supposed to work together to improve it before presenting it to the client.

I was greeted with a smile by the morning guard as I showed my ID. "You must have an important presentation coming up," he said.

I simply smiled at him, received my ID, and proceeded to the elevator.

It was common for me to arrive at work early if we had a presentation scheduled.

When I got to our office, I was still humming a Pink song; I didn't bother lowering my voice because I was very sure I was the only one there.

"Just give me a reason, just a little.... son of a gun!" I abruptly stopped singing and almost cursed when I was frightened to find a man silently standing on my left, and when I checked again, I saw that it was Xavier.

He appeared amused as he watched me singing while standing still.

"Don't stop, and please don't mind me," he replied with a smile.

It's a good thing I was able to keep my mouth shut, or he'd definitely hear a lot of verbal abuse from me.

I faked a smile as I said good morning to him as if he hadn't startled me.

"Good morning, Yesha, and how was your boyfriend, oh wait, your brother, silly me?" Grinning from ear to ear.

Reminding myself to keep my cool and not get annoyed by this man, I began counting backward from one to ten as a way of keeping myself from becoming upset.

"Don't forget Yesha, he's still your boss, and you love your job," I reminded myself.

"He's good, thank you for asking," I replied, still smiling at him, but the grin disappeared when I realized something, and when I looked at Xavier's face, I saw that we were both thinking the same thing.

When I realized it was just Xavier and me in the office, I could feel a cold sweat building on the back of my neck.

"Wait, what are you doing?" When I saw him approaching me, I panicked, but he didn't approach me and just walked straight past me.

I followed his every move till he got to the water dispenser.

"Relax, Yesha. I was just grabbing some water," he remarked in a sensual tone.

I'm not sure what got into me as I watched him drink half of the water in his cup, and I'm not sure if it was deliberate or not, but a bead of water spilled from the side of his lips, which he licked sexily with his tongue.

I couldn't take my gaze away from what he was doing, and I blamed my blasted libido for making me feel so hot.

He got another cup of water after finishing the first one and drank it in one gulp.

The movement of his Adam's apple while he drinks arouse my desire; who would have imagined that drinking water could be so seductive?

I suddenly remembered the passionate night we shared, how his tempting lips kissed every inch of my body, leaving nothing untouched.

"It appears you're thirsty as well, Ms. Santillan; would you want to have a sip?" While holding a cup of water, he asked with innuendo.

I could feel the sexual tension between us, and I felt like I was burning out despite the fact that the AC was on, especially because his eyes were blazing with desire when he looked at me.

"Damn, I accidentally spilled water in my shirt," he grumbled, and I noticed a wet patch on his shirt.

"Wait! What... are you doing?"

I was horrified and pleased at the same time when I saw Xavier removing his shirt, and he was able to remove his shirt in a fluid instant, revealing a welltoned torso.

"Sixpack abs!" My mind hollered.

"Because my shirt was wet, I decided to take it off. You don't have any problems with that, do you?" He inquired, teasingly, as if daring me.

"Certainly not! You are free to do whatever you choose!" I hissed and then went to my table to get to work.

I tried to concentrate on my work, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from Xavier.

It was impossible not to be affected by Xavier's smoking figure and dashing features.

I sighed several times because Xavier kept strolling back and forth at my table, making it difficult for me to concentrate.

My innocent eyes can't stop staring at his body, particularly his chest area.

I observed a delicately layered of hair on his chest and wondered how it felt to trace my fingers to his chest, but as I realized what I was thinking, I straightened my posture and my glance landed on his face, where I saw a knowing look.

I could feel my cheeks heating up with shame, so I made an effort to ignore Xavier and his welltoned body.

Minutes passed until the door finally opened, revealing some of my coworkers.

Thinking about how Xavier could explain himself, shirtless and all, a wicked smirk emerged on my lips.

"Let's see how you can get out of this," I thought to myself.

"Good morning, Yesha, good morning, Xavier," Angie replied, but I didn't hear any exclamations of ecstasy from her, which I expected because Angie is a sucker for a wellendowed figure.

To my dismay, I quickly looked at Xavier and discovered he was already completely clothed.

He returned my gaze with an innocent smile, as if he could read my mind.

The hours passed, and I was still irritated by Xavier's attempts to seduce me.

"Xavier Fajardo, you're a jerk. I'll get back to you as soon as possible!" I made a pledge.