Ang Unang Tension sa Bathroom

*Chapter 5:

Bathroom Tension -

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The mansion in Lagao was too quiet.

After the selos scene in the market and the kinuha na cellphone, Elara was still mad at Draven. She went straight to the bedroom and locked the bathroom door. _Click._

"I need to take a bath! Don't disturb me!" she shouted from inside.

Outside, Draven was sitting on the bed, still holding her phone in his pocket. He heard the shower turn on. _Shhhh..._

He tried to focus on his laptop — emails from his airline company, P10 billion inheritance papers — pero hindi siya makafocus.

Because his wife was showering, just a few meters away. And this was his mansion, his bathroom, but he never brought a woman here before. He is a 34-year-old virgin billionaire, and now his wife is naked inside his bathroom.

"Draven, I forgot my towel!" biglang sigaw ni Elara from inside. "Nasa bed yung towel ko!"

Draven looked at the bed. May pink towel nga.

"Wife, you didn't lock properly?" he asked, walking towards the bathroom door.

"Nag-lock ako ah! Pakihagis lang towel sa may door!"

Draven smirked. He tried the door knob. It was locked, but the lock in his own mansion was old. One push, and it opened slightly.

"Wife, your lock is broken," he said, his voice low.

"Ay! Wag mo buksan! Draven!"

But it was too late. The door opened by one inch. Steam came out. And Draven saw a glimpse — Elara's back, wet, long black hair, water dripping. Her skin was so white, with small scars from working under the sun in the farm.

Elara screamed and covered herself with her hands. "DRAVEN! Lumabas ka! Manyak!"

Draven quickly closed the door, his heart beating so fast, his face red. For the first time in his life, his cold CEO mask broke.

"I-I'm sorry! I thought... the lock was broken! I didn't mean to—" he stammered, virgin na virgin talaga.

From inside, Elara was also red, her heart pounding. "Sinungaling! Sinadya mo!"

"No! I swear! I never... I never saw a woman like that before," Draven admitted honestly, his back against the bathroom door, sitting on the floor now. "I'm a virgin, remember? I don't know how to..."

Inside, Elara paused. Virgin nga pala asawa niya.

"Eh bakit hindi ka umalis agad?" she said, softer now.

"Because... you are my wife. And... you are beautiful," Draven whispered, so low Elara almost didn't hear it over the shower.

Elara's knees went weak inside the shower. She turned off the water, wrapped herself quickly with the small hand towel — bitin na bitin, kita legs niya.

She opened the door slightly. "O, andito na ako... pahiram towel."

Draven turned around. And he froze.

Elara was there, wet hair, small towel barely covering her, water dripping from her legs to the marble floor. Her lips were pink from the hot shower, her eyes angry but also shy.

Draven's eyes went from her face, to her neck, to her shoulders, then quickly looked away. He is a gentleman virgin billionaire, not a bastard.

"You... you should cover properly, wife," he said, his voice hoarse, trying to be cold but failing. "You will catch cold."

He picked up the big pink towel from the bed and walked towards her, slowly, respectfully. He didn't look down. He looked straight into her eyes.

"Can I?" he asked, holding the towel open.

Elara nodded, unable to speak.

Draven wrapped the towel around her, his hands accidentally touching her wet shoulders. Sobrang init ng balat niya. He quickly wrapped her like a burrito, careful not to touch anything else.

But when he was wrapping, he was so close — his chest against her towel, his breath on her forehead.

"Wife," he whispered, his forehead almost touching hers, "Next time you take a bath... call me. I will... I will help you wash your back. If you want."

Elara gasped, "Draven! Bastos!"

"I'm not bastos. I'm your husband," he said, his voice now possessive again, recovering from his shyness. "And I saved myself for 34 years. Don't you think I deserve to at least... hold my wife after her bath?"

He then did something that made Elara's heart stop.

He leaned down and kissed her shoulder — the only part not covered by the towel, still wet from the shower. A soft, respectful, but super possessive kiss.

One kiss. Slow. Warm.

Elara shivered, not from cold, but from kilig.

"Draven..." she whispered.

Draven pulled away, his eyes dark again with desire but also control.

"One kiss is my payment for bringing your towel. Remember our new rule? One disobey = one kiss. You disobeyed me this morning by going to the market. So I collected."

He smiled, that dangerous handsome smile, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Elara blushing, wrapped in a towel, her heart beating like crazy.

That night, Elara wore a conservative pajama — long sleeves, long pants — ayaw niya na maulit.

But Draven, when he saw it, laughed.

"Wife, why are you wearing a sack? It's hot in GenSan."

"Para hindi mo ako silipan!"

"I already saw your back, wife. Wearing a sack won't make me forget," Draven said, lying on the bed, shirtless now — first time Elara saw his abs, his broad chest.

Elara covered her eyes, "Mag t-shirt ka nga!"

"No. This is my house, my bed. I sleep shirtless. If you are my wife, you should get used to it."

He then pulled her again to his chest, spooning her, his bare chest against her sack-like pajama.

"Good night, my beautiful tomato vendor wife," he whispered, kissing her hair again. "Next time, lock the bathroom properly... or I might not be able to control myself. Even a virgin has limits."

Elara didn't answer, pero inside, kinikilig siya to the bones.

This contract marriage is getting more and more dangerous.

And more and more real.

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