Ready for Your Pleasure (SSPG R-18)

NAOMI's POV

"Boring."

One word. Isang salita lang. That's all it took para mawasak ang three years kong relationship.

"Excuse me?" I stared at Marcus, my ex-boyfriend, standing sa doorway ng apartment ko with his bags already packed. "Did you just call me boring?"

He had the audacity to shrug. "I mean, yeah. You are, Naomi. You're predictable. Safe. Vanilla."

Vanilla. The word hit me like a slap.

"We've been together for three years, Marcus. Three fucking years, and ngayon mo lang sinasabi sa akin 'to?"

"Because I tried, okay?" He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. "I tried to spice things up. I tried to get you to loosen up, pero ayaw mo. You're always so... controlled. So boring in bed."

My hands clenched into fists. "Get out."

"Naomi—"

"I said get out!" My voice cracked, and I hated myself for it. I hated that he could see me breaking.

He sighed, picking up his last bag. "For what it's worth, I hope you find someone who's okay with... that." He gestured vaguely at me, like I was some defective product. "I found someone who actually knows how to have fun."

And just like that, he left.

I stood there sa gitna ng living room ko, staring at the closed door, feeling like the floor had been ripped out from under me.

Boring. Predictable. Vanilla.

Those words played on repeat sa utak ko, louder and louder until I couldn't think of anything else.

Three days later...

"Girl, forget him. He's an asshole." My best friend Kira slammed her glass of wine on the table. We were at our favorite bar, and she'd been trying to cheer me up for the past hour.

"Easy for you to say," I muttered, staring into my drink. "You're not the one who got dumped for being boring."

"You're not boring, Naomi. You're just... selective."

"That's a nice way of saying boring."

Kira groaned. "Stop it. Marcus is an idiot who didn't deserve you. End of story."

But it wasn't the end. Hindi ko maalis sa isip ko yung sinabi niya. What if he was right? What if I really was boring? Too safe? Too... vanilla?

I downed my drink in one go. "I need to prove him wrong."

"What?"

"I need to prove na hindi ako boring. Na I can be wild. Adventurous. Everything he said I wasn't."

Kira raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly are you planning to do that?"

I didn't answer right away. Instead, my eyes drifted across the bar—and that's when I saw him.

Raze Vitale.

He was sitting sa VIP section, surrounded by people, but somehow he looked completely alone. Detached. Dangerous. He wore an all-black suit that fit him like a second skin, and even from here, I could feel the intensity radiating off him.

I'd seen him before. Everyone knew who Raze Vitale was. Business mogul. Playboy. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about.

And I'd fantasized about him more times than I cared to admit.

"Naomi, no." Kira followed my gaze and immediately shook her head. "Absolutely not. I know that look."

"What look?"

"The 'I'm about to do something stupid' look."

I stood up, smoothing down my dress. "I'm just going to talk to him."

"Naomi—"

But I was already walking toward him, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

What the hell am I doing?

But I didn't stop. I couldn't. Because if I stopped, I'd lose my nerve.

Raze looked up as I approached, his dark eyes locking onto mine. Walang expression sa mukha niya, but I felt like he could see right through me.

"Can I help you?" His voice was deep, smooth, and laced with boredom.

"I..." My throat went dry. "I need to talk to you."

He leaned back in his seat, studying me. "Do I know you?"

"No. But I know you."

A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "Everyone knows me, sweetheart. You'll have to be more specific."

I took a deep breath. Now or never, Naomi.

"I need you to teach me."

His eyebrow arched. "Teach you what?"

"Everything." The word came out steadier than I expected. "I want you to teach me everything you know. About... pleasure. About being fearless. About—"

"About fucking?" he interrupted, his tone casual, like we were discussing the weather.

My cheeks burned, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. "Yes."

For a long moment, he just stared at me. Then he stood up, towering over me, and leaned in close—so close I could smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating off his body.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

"Then show me," I whispered back.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. And then, finally, he smiled—a real smile this time, sharp and predatory.

"Alright, Naomi Chavez." He said my name like he'd known it all along. "Let's see if you can handle me."

Oh God. What have I just done?