Chapter 3: Her baby gun. 

Chapter 3: Her baby gun. 

Sabrina's P.O.V. 

"HINDI ka bulag?" 

The man before me had an undeniably dangerous charm. His onyx-colored eyes held something devilish, and I instinctively stepped back.

"I can see your… deflated boobs," He answered without thinking twice or without even blinking.

"Excuse me?!” I immediately crossed my arms across my chest.

"I said what I said,” he replied, unapologetically.

"Bakit ang bastos mo?” I snapped.

"Bakit ka nandito?" he asked coolly, sitting on the sofa with an arrogant sprawl that made me gulp before answering.

"I want to negotiate." I responded. 

"I only negotiate with grown up men, not with preschool girls." He said with a mocking grin. 

Lilihain ko na ba pagmumukha ng taong 'to? He's not old, fat, and bald just like what I expected but he's getting on my nerves. 

"Look, I'm serious. I want to talk to you about the arranged marriage thing." 

Sumeryoso naman ang mukha niya, "Have a seat," ‘yong asta ng pagkakaupo niya ay yung parang mga swapang na sumasakay ng jeep at nakabukaka para hindi ka makaupo ng maayos. 

Lumapit ako sa isang sofa at akmang uupo na sana nang bigla siyang nagsalita.

"Hindi diyan." Sabi niya. I gave him a puzzled look but then he tapped the space beside him. His head is resting against the cushioned back of the sofa while intently staring at me, "Dito ka sa tabi ko." 

Hesitation filled my brain but I wanted this to be done so I marched towards the sofa and sat beside him. 

My leg slightly scraped against his leg and my temperature became abnormal. My senses become more alert. 

"Ayaw mo dito?" Umayos siya ng upo at sunod naman niyang tinuro ang pagitan ng hita niya, “You can sit on my lap or in between my legs, kitten.” His tone was low, demanding, and flirtatious.

Kumunot ang noo ko at umiling bilang tugon. Seryoso ba silang 'tong taong 'to ang susunod na Don? 

Santino's P.O.V.

I've been dreaming for this day to come. I've been dreaming for this beautiful woman, a sparkling diamond to sit beside me, be this close to her, talk to her one on one. Lagi na lang akong nanunood sa kanya mula sa malayo noon pero ngayon, I can reach her. 

Watching her expressions change was fascinating—annoyed, confused, disbelief.

I cleared my throat and tried to act serious, "Anong meron sa kasal natin?" I genuinely asked, leaning in, eyes fixed on her.

Her cheeks turned cherry red. I examined her pretty face. 

"Kasal ninyo ng pinsan ko. Look, wala akong panahon sa kalokohan mo, Mister Moschelli. Ang hihilingin ko lang  ay iurong ninyo ang kasal. Itigil niyo na 'to." 

I know she will do this. I learned a lot from stalking her for years. Kung hindi kayang magsalita ng ibang taong nangangailangan, she will be their voice. She's a fallen angel, a gift from above. 

Kaya nga sinadya kong piliin ang pinsan niya para siya mismo ang lumapit sa akin. 

"You don't love her," dagdag niya. 

Because I love you. 

"You will never be happy," she said with pleading eyes. 

I'll make you the happiest woman alive and I'll be happy if you'll be my bride.

"Hindi kayo compatible sa isa't-isa. So please, stop this mess," hirit pa niya habang magkadikit ang mga palad. 

Kung hindi tayo compatible, ipipilit ko. Compatible tayo Sabrina kasi sinabi ko!

I sighed, "Don't worry kitten, I'll make sure your cousin will enjoy the underworld with me." 

I know I pressed the last button of her patience because her eyes became deadly, and her nose and ears flared up. 

Surprisingly, she jumped on my lap like a wild cat and pointed a small gun at my forehead. 

"A… baby gun?" I cracked an amusing laugh.

As soon as I felt the innocent gem between her legs touching my fly, I tried to stay composed, but everything in me tensed. She’s so hot in this position like hell.Wala sa maliit na baril ang atensyon ko kundi sa alaga kong si Johny na kanina pa gustong lumabas sa pantalon ko.

Barilin man niya ako ngayon, mamatay akong masaya. 

She smells like milk and sweet strawberries. My eyes travelled from the crease of her forehead down to her angry peanut butter doll eye and white eye-patch, next to the slope of her delicate nose, and tiny-pouty lips. 

I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to eat her rosy lips because it's not yet the time for that. 

"Nakikiusap ako ng maayos. Cancel the wedding. Kung hindi pasasabugin ko yang utak mo." Pagbabanta niya.

“I’m a businessman, kitten. You want something, you offer something in return.”

 "I'll do whatever you want." Taas noong tugon niya.

Whatever I want, huh? 

Careful what you promise…

Her threat doesn't scare me, more like turning me on instead. 

"I'll think about it, kitten,” nakatingin pa rin ako sa mga labi niya. 

"Cancel it tomorrow. End of discussion," giit niya 

My insides are burning with the need to hold her, especially when she pulled the trigger and the tear gas of her baby gun burned my vision, “WHAT THE FVCK —MY EYES!” and she ran away as fast as she could. 

And yet… I was left there—smiling, like I won the lottery.

NANG humupa na ang hapdi ng mga mata ko, tumakbo agad ako sa CCTV monitoring control room ng masyon at pinanood ko ulit ang mga pangyayari kanina. Pinanood ko siya. I even printed our shots together.  

I miss her already. 

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