Mag-log inI blinked at the words again, like they might rearrange themselves into something that made sense. Hunter’s voice, soft, certain, kept looping in my head: he won't let anyone steal me… lalo na ngayon nasa kanya na ako. Did he mean it literally? Did he know me in a way I didn’t know myself yet? My heart gave a small, traitorous tug and I had to press my palm flat against my chest to stop it from answering for me.A hand waved in front of my laptop. “Mrs. Monteverde, are you okay?”I snapped back to the present. The meeting window on my screen was full of small faces and name tags; Andres Fortajelo’s box was highlighted. His eyebrows were arched like he was studying me more than the figures on the spreadsheet. He was one of the few who had kept faith in RGC when everyone else ran. He had opened doors for us, the biddings, the introductions and right now his patience felt like a lifeline.Around me, the office smelled faintly of reheated coffee and disinfectant. My laptop’s fan hummed, t
“Are you alright?”Hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala na unti-unti nang bumabangon ang company ng daddy ko. Parang kahapon lang, halos gusto ko nang sumuko, pero ngayon, everything is slowly falling into place.“Yeah. I was thinking,” I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper.Lumapit sa akin si Hunter at tumabi sa kama. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, and just that small thing made the moment feel real, it’s comforting. We were in our room, the quiet hum of the aircon filling the silence. Kakauwi lang namin galing sa bidding, pero hanggang ngayon, parang nasa alapaap pa rin ako.I called my parents earlier to tell them the good news. The joy in my mom’s voice, something I hadn’t heard in so long, made everything worth it. For the first time, I felt like I did something right… for him, for our family.“What were you thinking?” Hunter asked, his tone gentle, eyes searching mine.“I just can’t believe I made it, Hunter. All those sleepless nights… all
The week before the bidding felt like a blur. My office became both my sanctuary and prison. Folders piled up, charts and projections scattered across the table. I hardly noticed the sun rise and set, only the ticking clock and the glow of my laptop screen.Denise would peek in from time to time, bringing coffee or reminding me to eat. “Ma’am, baka mapagod kayo nang sobra. Hindi po kayo robot.”Napangiti ako kahit halatang drained na. “I can’t afford to lose focus, Denise. This is more than just a project, it’s survival.”At night, when I finally came home, Hunter would be there. He never said much, but his actions spoke louder than words. A glass of warm milk left on my desk, a gentle reminder to rest, or sometimes, just his quiet presence sitting across from me while I typed away.One night, as I buried myself in proposals, naramdaman ko ang mga mata niya sa akin.“You’ve been staring at that screen for hours, Thaliya,” he said, voice low, almost tired.I didn’t look up. “I don’t ha
The tension was already thick between me, Andres, and Benjamin. My grip on the folder tightened, but before I could even speak, a familiar low voice cut through the air, deep, steady, and one I knew all too well. “I didn’t realize this site visit would turn into a reunion.” Napalingon ako agad. My heart skipped a beat. Hunter. My husband. He walked toward us with that composed, intimidating aura he always carried, tailored suit despite the dust of the construction site, his presence effortlessly commanding attention. His sharp eyes immediately swept over me, then to Andres, then finally lingering on Benjamin. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t part of the plan. Benjamin, of course, was the first to react. “Ah, Mr. Monteverde. I should’ve guessed you’d show up. Always protective of your territory.” That mocking tone. I hated it. But Hunter? He didn’t flinch. Instead, he slipped a hand casually into his pocket, his other hand brushing against mine briefly, as if grounding me,
“Miss Thaliya, ito po ang schedule mo today.” Monday na naman, parang dumaan lang ang weekend sa isang iglap. Hindi pa man ako nakaka-recover sa dami ng trabaho last week, heto na naman at panibagong hamon ang kailangan kong harapin. May mga dokumentong nakatambak sa mesa ko, kasama na ang ipi-present ko mamaya sa ibang investors. Napabuntong-hininga ako habang inaayos ang ilang folder. “Ma’am, may pinapabigay po pala si Mr. Fortalejo na invitation para sa bidding ng mga contractors. Baka daw po interesado kayo. Makakatulong daw po ito para makakuha tayo ng bagong projects.” Inabot sa akin ni Denise ang envelope. Agad ko itong binuksan. Bidding for contractors for private sectors. I scanned the details, isang malaking proyekto ng mga bagong condominium na ipapatayo sa Pampanga. Promising. Kung makukuha namin ito, siguradong malaking tulong sa kumpanya lalo na ngayong kailangan namin ng long-term projects para muling makabangon. “Sino-sino kaya ang mga kasama dito?” tanong ko hab
I have never seen Hunter this hot before. After I swallowed his release, I wiped my lips slowly, teasing him with a playful smirk.“Sarap mo,” he whispered, his voice low and rough.“Really?” I teased back, tilting my head.He gave a short nod. I was about to stand up when he suddenly pulled me down on the bed, trapping me beneath him. His hand pinned both of my wrists above my head as if he had no plans of letting me go.“What are you going to do?” I asked with a smile, though my heart was already racing.“I’m gonna make sure you experience how good I can really be.” His words melted against my lips before he kissed me again, deep and hungry. I could feel his growing hardness pressing insistently between my thighs, searching, teasing.I parted my legs, surrendering, letting his length graze against my aching core. A soft moan escaped me as he rubbed against me, his movements slow yet full of longing.His lips trailed from my mouth down to my collarbone, leaving burning kisses in thei







