"You're all over the tabloids and the news," Kuya Light said, frustrated.
I read the tabloids spread out on the table again. Technically, it was just the university tabloids and news—nothing big and grand. I was also the trending topic on the university forum, discussing people trying to pry into someone else's life.
"Cordova heiress shows a disrespectful attitude towards the son of the CEO of Cruise Securities Inc." See picture below.
I let out a deep breath. The frustration is killing me. My dad is going to kill me over this.
"You're crazy. You mouthed 'f*** at him and even raised your middle finger. I'm not going to reprimand you, but damn, that's my girl," Kuya said, shaking his head.
"Did I just insult him?" I asked him.
"Yes, you did. Now, go home. I don't want you here. You're a pain in the ass," Kuya said, shooing me away.
"Whatever!" I stormed out of his house. How dare he do that to me?
Can he give me a freaking break?
"You, get inside now," he commanded authoritatively. I almost lost my breath when he pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
"Stop!" I punched his arm. He didn't say anything, and neither did I.
"How did you know where I was?" I asked him.
"I triangulated your GPS," he smirked.
Am I doomed?
Without thinking, I pressed the on button of his stereo.
I cursed myself inwardly.
"Push up to my body
Sink your teeth in my flesh."
Get undressed
Taste the flesh
Bite into me harder
"That song... it's turning me on." I swallowed my saliva.
I couldn't help but sing along. Who wouldn't be? "Flesh" by Simon Curtis surely rocks.
Pass the test
Taste the flesh
Hold me up against the wall
Give it till I beg
Give me some more
It makes me bleed; I like it rough
Like rough, rough, rough, rough
I was startled when we stopped at an unfamiliar building.
Wait, I don't live in a condominium like this.
"N--" I didn't get to finish before he immediately pulled me inside the elevator without a second thought.
I need you." I felt his warm breath on my neck.
"You're such a fuckboy," I said, biting my lip.
Oh, Tinnie, you're asking for trouble.
"Are you insulting me? Fuckboy?"
"Yes, you're a fuckboy, one of those guys who popularized KHUF — Known, Hooked Up, Forgotten. Branded as a mama's boy but with no respect for women. Those who pretend to be love's victims have plenty of 'breast friends.' They act like they were hurt, like the ones left behind, but deep down, they know they're to blame. They act yummy but are lacking. They think they're handsome, but they're quite shabby. They act decent, but they're dirty inside and out. Guys who claim to be looking for a 'Maria Clara,' yet can't even be a 'Crisostomo Ibarra!'" I raised my voice with a baritone tone. This was giving me high blood pressure, and I was still catching my breath. He suddenly placed his lips on my neck, biting and sucking.
My knees wobbled, and all my hatred instantly melted from his gestures. "That's for insulting me," he said, looking me in the eyes. I could see the anger and longing in them.
"Fuckboy? The last time I checked, I haven't even fucked you yet, Cristina Rielle Cordova." He traced his finger from my jawline down to my collarbone. Damn, it sent shivers down my spine.
"Next time, don't push my patience because you won't like what I'll do to you. Do you understand?" I nodded.
Damn, when did I become submissive, and he became dominant?
He bit my lower lip. Technically, he is seducing me.
"I want to be the one that you'll shower with affection and attention. Call you babe, kiss you when you're mad, hold you down, and wipe your tears away when you're in pain." Again, he bit my lower lip, and it freaking hurts. I tasted my blood, and it sent shivers down my spine, leaving me light-headed.
"You're only putting yourself in harm's way. You're going to get hurt." I swallowed.
"Kiss me. I don't care if it hurts as long as you're mine, Tinnie."
He then captured my lips.