Chapter 3 : I Like You I Want You

⚠️🔞 WARNING: This story contains mature and explicit themes suitable only for ages 18 and above. If you are a minor, please stop reading here.

 

CLINT P.O.V.

I texted her briefly then turned my phone face down. Right now, I’m in the middle of a meeting with my board of directors, but my mind is miles away. I didn’t even notice that everyone had gone quiet and was staring straight at me.

“Sir Clint? Are you with us?” one of them asked, looking concerned.

“Yeah, continue,” I replied, forcing myself to focus. But as soon as they resumed talking, my thoughts drifted back to her again. What a coincidence, huh? We meet once more, Sheara. Or should I call you… Carmela? I’ve waited so long for this moment. I miss you already, baby.

 

SHEARA P.O.V.

There’s definitely something different about Sir Clint. The way he looks at me, the way he speaks—like he knows every little detail about who I am, even the parts I’ve long forgotten. But maybe I’m just imagining things. Nevermind.

I arrived home safely, yet I still can’t get his kiss out of my head. It felt so familiar, so right… as if our lips were made to fit each other. I shook my head to clear the thought. What is happening to me?

 

TREV P.O.V.

Just the memory of her moans sounds better than any phone sex I’ve ever had. Fuck this! I can’t shake off what happened between us in the restroom. I miss her already—her soft skin, her scent, the way she moved, her curves, her thighs… God damn it! Every single part of her is stuck in my mind.

Is it just desire? Or have I actually fallen for her? This feeling is new and terrifying. I want her. But do I love her?

 

CLINT P.O.V.

A wicked smirk formed on my lips as I thought of what I plan to do to her later. Shit! Just thinking about her makes my cock hard already. Calm down, old friend. You’ll have her soon enough.

I pressed the intercom button on my desk. “Send Ms. Gia in.”

A moment later, she entered, her face instantly turning bright red. “O-Opo, S-sir?” she stammered.

“Are you sick, Ms. Gia?” I asked, stepping closer and placing the back of my hand on her forehead. Her blush deepened even more. Cute, really.

“W-Wala po akong sakit, S-sir!” She quickly looked away and hurried out the door.

I admit, she’s attractive. But Sheara? She’s in a league of her own. While everyone else is just passing faces, she is my past, my present, and my future.

I shifted my gaze to the bank of monitors on my wall. Hidden cameras are installed in every corner of Sheara’s home—not to invade her privacy, I tell myself, but to keep her safe and satisfy this endless longing I feel. There she was, stepping into the shower, the water cascading down her bare skin.

My breath hitched. I unzipped my pants and freed my throbbing length, stroking it slowly while watching her. I imagined her on her knees, taking me into her warm mouth, licking and sucking just the way she used to centuries ago.

“Hmm… just like that, Ms. Sheara…” I groaned softly. “I’m gonna cum, baby… fuck that tongue of yours!”

With a few more strokes, I released, my seed spilling over my hand. “Taste it, love… it’s all yours.”

I watched her finish her shower and get dressed, while I cleaned myself up and took a quick bath in my private washroom. Tonight, I’ll sleep well knowing I get to see her again tomorrow—the one who completes my days.

 

THE NEXT DAY

I went through my usual morning routine: coffee, shower, breakfast, and dressing in a crisp suit. As I walked through the lobby, every employee bowed respectfully. But the only person I cared about was the one waiting for me.

Sitting behind my desk, I turned on my laptop to check on her. And then… my blood ran cold.

There she was, naked on her sofa, pleasure written all over her face as she touched herself. But she wasn’t alone. A man was on top of her, kissing her neck, his hands roaming over her body. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but on the armrest lay a necktie and blazer. I know that shade of blue. That is the exact set I gave as a gift to only one person.

Then the man lifted his head, and I saw his face.

TREV.

What the hell?! No way!

I slammed the laptop shut, my vision turning red. I stormed out of the building and drove like a madman toward her address. No one touches her! She is mine! I have waited lifetimes for her, and I will not let anyone else claim what belongs to me first.

My phone rang while I was speeding. I answered without looking. “Hello?”

“S-Sir?” It was Ms. Gia.

“Yes? Why are you calling?”

“Uhm… I just—”

Another call came in. I put her on hold and answered the new line. It was an unknown number.

“Who is this?”

I heard someone trying to suppress laughter.

“If you’re just going to prank me, hang up now!” I snapped.

“Why are you shouting, you stubborn fool? Don’t you recognize your own sister’s voice?”

Ugh… it’s her. “What do you want?”

“Secret,” she teased.

“Speak or I’m ending this call. You’re distracting me.”

“Ouch! Don’t you miss your big sister? How cruel, little brother.”

“I don’t.” I hung up immediately. She always knows exactly how to get under my skin.

I switched back to Ms. Gia’s call just in time to hear her trembling voice: “I like you… I want you badly, Mr. Ashton.”

The words barely registered. I glanced out the window, and my car swerved slightly. Ahead, the building belonging to my greatest rival suddenly trembled and crumbled in a cloud of dust. I didn’t even do anything. It just happened… But honestly? He deserved it. He was arrogant, and he was the same man who ordered the beating of Sheara’s father years ago. That is karma.

 

FLASHBACK

Many years have passed since I found Sheara’s father, lying weak and injured. When he looked at me, his eyes widened in shock.

“Sir… you look exactly like someone I know,” he said, breathless. “Like the former boyfriend of my only daughter, Sheara… his name was Gray.”

The moment the name Gray was spoken, my knees felt weak, and my irises flared into a burning crimson.

“Excuse me… I have matters to attend to,” I said, trying to compose myself.

“Impossible… you can’t be Gray… he died years ago!” he shouted as I turned away.

I ran as fast as I could. Every time someone mentions that name, my power fluctuates and my strength fades. She really is my only weakness.

The reason I lose my strength when near her? She holds my Half-Stone. It is a magical healing stone I gave her centuries ago, back when I saved her life over and over again. It binds our souls together—wherever she goes, I follow, and her pain becomes mine.

My Sheara… I found you again. But how do I approach you? How do I look into your eyes without remembering every time you suffered and died because of me?

Yes, I am immortal. For centuries, I have walked the earth as Hondo Subzero, guardian of the mortal realm. Today, I go by Clint Ashton Blake. And the woman I love, known in the old days as Carmela Bernal, is now living as Sheara Gifford.

 

BACK TO PRESENT

I stood outside her apartment door, hesitating. Should I knock? Should I reveal everything? Every time I see her, my mind spins and my body feels lightheaded. But I must act normal. If she remembers who I truly am, she might run away again—just like she did when we first met in this lifetime.

“He thinks he can control me? That arrogant man!” I recalled her old words, and I found myself smiling. She was furious when she realized I desired her, but looking back… I think she was flustered more than angry.

I hurried back to my office when I saw her leaving her unit through the CCTV. I picked up my phone and dialed her number, clearing my throat to sound stern, not soft.

“Ms. Sheara,” I said in my usual commanding tone. “Come to my office. We need to discuss something.”

 

SHEARA P.O.V.

What now? I sighed and headed to the elevator, pressing the button for the 120th floor. Why do rich people build their offices this high? And why did his voice sound so raspy, like he was whispering sweetly? Stop thinking nonsense, Sheara!

When I entered his office, I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Sit here… on my lap.”

Huh?! Did I hear that right? Is my boss losing his mind?

“P-Po?” I stammered.

“Are you deaf? I said… sit on my lap, baby.”

Before I could move, he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist and settling me right on top of him.

“I missed you, babe,” he whispered against my skin.

His mood swings are impossible to keep up with. One day he’s cold and cruel, overworking me until I drop. The next, he acts like a gentleman. And now… he’s being affectionate, kissing and nipping at my neck, sending waves of heat all over my body.

“U-uhm… ah~” A soft moan escaped my lips. It felt too good, too right. His hands roamed lower, squeezing my breasts through my blouse, and then he tilted my chin up to capture my lips. I tried to resist, but it felt like he was draining all my willpower just by touching me.

“I love you, Sheara. I’ve waited so long to make you mine again,” he confessed.

Again?

But before I could ask what he meant, he kissed me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth. He left a trail of kisses from my neck down to my collarbone, his touch igniting every nerve ending. Suddenly, I found myself lying flat on his desk, papers scattered everywhere.

He stopped, looking down at me with that familiar smirk, and it snapped me back to reality. I quickly sat up and adjusted my clothes, my face burning.

“I-I’ll go now, Sir,” I said, trying to sound steady despite my racing heart.

“Until next time, Ms. Sheara,” he called out as I rushed toward the door, still grinning like he knew exactly what I was feeling.

I burst out into the hallway, breathing heavily, pressing a hand to my chest to calm my heartbeat. What is this magic he has over me?

I tried to convince myself it was just lust. He looks just like Gray, the boyfriend I lost years ago in an accident. That’s why I feel this way… right? But deep inside, a voice told me it was more than that.

 

CLINT P.O.V.

Oh, Sheara… if only you knew how much power you hold over me. Just being near you weakens my immortality and makes me human again. I want to claim you, shout from the rooftops that you belong to me, but I fear you won’t believe the truth.

I took a sip of red wine, my eyes glued back to the monitors. There she was again, cooking dinner in her kitchen. Every move is etched into my memory. I watch over her like a hawk, not just out of love, but out of fear.

Simeon.

That name hangs over me like a storm cloud. He is the Time Guardian, the one tasked with correcting the flow of history. He hates it when immortals interfere with mortal lives. He will try to separate us again, just as he did centuries ago, believing our love disrupts the balance of time.

I won’t let him.

I will not let Simeon take her away, nor let Trev steal her from me. She is my soulmate, and this time, I will rewrite fate itself to keep her safe.

I was deep in thought when the door swung open, and Trev walked in. My eyes widened—he just came from Sheara’s place. He looked at the laptop screen, and I slammed it shut instantly.

“Oh, Trev! What brings you here? Did a demon possess you just to annoy me?” I asked, masking my anger with indifference.

“Nothing much, cousin,” he replied, walking closer. “What were you looking at on your laptop?”

I blocked his hand from reaching it. “None of your business. Why do you ask?”

“Because you guard that screen like it holds the crown jewels,” he challenged.

I stood up, towering over him. “And what does it matter to you?”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. Calm down.”

As soon as he left, I rubbed my temples, feeling the headache coming. So many obstacles, so many secrets…

But as I looked back at the monitor, watching her sleep peacefully in her bed, I knew one thing for sure:

The game has begun. The past is catching up. And soon, Sheara will have to choose—the life she remembers… or the love she forgot.

That night, as Sheara slept, she had a vivid nightmare: she was running through a burning forest, and two men were calling her name—Gray and Hondo. When she woke up screaming, a small glowing stone fell from under her pillow—the Half-Stone, which started to hum brightly as if responding to someone far away. Meanwhile, in the shadows outside her building, Simeon the Time Guardian had finally arrived, ready to restore the “correct order” and erase the love that defies time itself.