Chapter 1

As I saw the car approaching, a small smile curved on my lips. It stopped in front of me and the window slowly rolled down.

"Hi, sweetie," he greeted. His brown eyes sparkled with warmth—those eyes that always made me feel loved.

I gave him a small wave, which made him chuckle. He knows me. I'm not into sweet gestures like that.

He stepped out of the car and walked toward me. I scanned his outfit, but my thoughts wandered deeper—imagining what's beneath his clothes. His broad shoulders, toned chest, and those abs that always pressed against me when he hugged me.

"Hm, starving aren't we?" He grinned.

"No, I'm not. But if someone offered me food right now, I'd gladly accept it," I winked playfully. He laughed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips—but I missed him too much. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, and he responded without hesitation.

When we pulled back, our breaths were warm against each other's faces.

"I know you missed me. Don't pout, baka halikan ulit kita," he teased.

"It's been almost a month. Alam mo ba kung gaano kita ka-miss? And how excited I am for this day?" 

"That's why I'm taking you to dinner tonight, right? You should know how badly I missed you too, Seraphina," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and opening the car door.

I got in. Seconds later, he followed and winked before starting the engine.

I chuckled and just watched him drive.

"I'm sorry I haven't seen you lately. May problem kasi sa company, and I had to take charge," he said.

"Too busy to even reply to my messages? Or at least tell me na hindi tayo magkikita?" I asked, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I can't find time. My schedule is eating my rest time too" he look at me with his pleading eyes, saying that I should understand him.

I sighed, looking out the window.

Yeah, I should understand him. That's always been my role—understanding.

I know I sound desperate. But when this keeps happening, I can't help but wonder—do I really matter to him?

Because the truth is... I'm just a mistress.

The word that ruins marriages. The one they hate.

And I'm not proud. I know this is wrong. But I can't dictate my heart from suppressing my love for someone.

Out of millions of men, bakit siya pa? Yung may asawa na?

I don't know. All I know is I feel in love.

But no matter how mad I get, I always end up understanding. Kasi wala akong karapatang mag-demand. I only get the time he's willing to give.

His hand reached for mine and kissed it softly.

"I know you're upset. Can you forgive me, sweetie? I missed you," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He smiled.

"Forgiven. Pero dapat masarap ang dinner para makalimutan ko 'yung pagkawala mo," I teased.

"Expect everything. I'll satisfy you," he said confidently, kissing my hand again.

He held my hand the entire drive until we arrived at a classy restaurant.

Felix leaned in to unbuckle my seatbelt—his face just inches from mine. His fingers grazed my thigh, sending tingles down there. I held my breath. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He opened my door, and his arm wrapped around my waist.

Pagpasok namin, I noticed kami lang ang guests.

"You rented the whole place?"

He nodded. "I just want it to be the two of us tonight."

Of course he knows how to soften me.

He pulled my chair, sat beside me, and ordered wine and their best dishes.

While talking to the waiter, I felt his hand resting on my lap. I tried to ignore it, but it moved—up and down. My breath hitched.

I bit my lip, hiding my face, praying no one noticed. The tablecloth helped conceal what was happening.

But then, his hand slid further up—under my dress.

My throat dried up. I drank water quickly, nearly choking when his fingers slipped beneath my underwear.

What the hell is he doing?

It felt good—too good—but we were in public!

I bit my lip harder, trying not to moan. Sweat formed on my face as his fingers moved rhythmically.

He thanked the waiter. Once we were alone, I gripped the table.

"F-Felix, stop it," I hissed.

Hindi sya nakinig at binilisan pa ang pagalaw ng daliri nya.

I had to hug him just to hide what was happening.

"Ugh," I moaned softly into his ear.

"Oh, you made a sound," he whispered, teasing, circling deeper.

I held him tighter.

"Cum, sweetie," he whispered, adding another finger.

In seconds, I came—silently, breathlessly. I clung to him, panting.

"You're evil," I murmured.

"Hmm, you want more?" he teased, moving again.

I shoved his hand away. He just laughed and wiped it clean.

"I'll retouch my makeup," I said and left for the restroom.

When I'm already inside, I stared at myself. Sweating. Flushed.

God, that was... intense. And I loved it.

Pero heto nanaman. May nararamdaman nanaman akong guilt sa kaloob-looban ko.

Because every time Felix touches me, I remember that night. That one-night stand eight months ago. The stranger who took my virginity and gave me something Felix never could.

I didn't remember his face or voice—I was too drunk.

I fixed my makeup and returned. Felix was waiting, smiling. As if nothing 'steamy' happened. Umupo na ako sa upuan.

"Let's eat," he said, serving me.

Dinner was warm. He gave me a necklace, danced with me, and for a moment, I felt like I was his whole world.

Afterward, he drove me home.

Pagkapasok pa lang sa condo, his lips found mine—desperate, hungry. He undressed me slowly until I was bare.

He scanned me with heated eyes.

I touched him through his clothes. He groaned and pinned me to the wall, kissing my neck, my chest.

He entered me.

I moaned—but deep down, something was missing.

Because even now, even with him inside me... I still compared him to that stranger.

The one who gave me a feeling I've never felt again.

When he finished, Felix held me and whispered sweet nothings.

But my mind drifted back... to that one unforgettable night 8 months ago.

To that one man who took my virginity and give me pleasure that even Felix can't match.