Malia is my ex-girlfriend's little sister. Similar to Veronica, she was also one of those women whom I took advantage of - turning them into my sex slaves. She likes me, and I couldn't stop my lust. I am just a man with a manly need. We had sex countless times before I met Yvanna every time we see each other regardless of the place. One of those places was in the car, just like what we're doing at the moment. Needless to say, for the record, she was the one who took my virginity. And that experience with her was worth remembering. "STOP!" I yelled at her as I pushed her away from me. Then I set my hardened and drooling d*ck back behind my pants. "Get out of the car, Malia. And I am not gonna say it again." "Fine!" she heaved an abrupt sigh of dismay, yet she still had the audacity to smile at me. "This doesn't mean I am gonna stop chasing you. Deny it or not, you like the feeling when your d*ck is inside my mouth, Norman. Yvanna cannot do that for you, I bet my life on it." Afte
As soon as I got the message, I buckled up and stepped onto the accelerator without telling anyone. Not even Elaine or those people who attended the urgent meeting. Three hours later, I found myself standing in front of an old church. For lots of people, the thought of living in the countryside seems like a dream come true; a long-cherished goal to many, including Yvanna, after lots of years of hard work and a fast-paced lifestyle. With those breathtaking landscapes I passed through earlier, an open green field, accompanied by the cold air, helped me clear my doubts - second thoughts about facing Yvanna. But I already traveled this far for me to change my mind. My main goal is to bring her back to the mansion as my wife. I am willing to give her another chance, not because it was the best thing to do to put my mind at ease, but because I realized how my heart and mind miss her. I love Yvanna Summer. Once I get her back, I'll show her how I regret giving her up for
I already have the money that I needed to save the last dance with Yvanna and the security guards to keep an eye on me when that happens, so I think I'm good to go. Right now, all I have to do is to have patience as much as possible to wait for the next night. Just for another day in this place. Because we couldn't rent any place nearby, Mr. Emilio and I stayed in my car while the rest wandered the place and some of them stayed in their respective cars. "Kindly wait for me, my love, Yvanna," I softly whispered to myself with a smile on my face while staring and massaging at the crumpled flyer in my hands. "We'll meet again soon." "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Mr. dela Vega?" Mr. Emilio spoke up, shattering my profound excitement. "Why now?" "What do you mean by that, huh, Mr. Emilio?" I frowned as I lifted my eyes to the rearview mirror to see his facial expression after asking me that question. "I mean, you didn't give much attention to your w
"Yes, they all rejected me now, if that's what you want to hear from me, Yvanna," I could not help but scoff at Norman's honesty, proving to me that he was indeed the monster Justine thought about him. He could have said something to defend himself. I lost all the memories of him. He could have taken advantage of that to lie to me. "But I love you." he added, "And I wished I could turn back time to correct my mistakes, Yvanna." "Love? Correct me if I am wrong, Norman. Do poor and rich people have different meanings when it comes to love? People like us must be loyal to their partners while people like you are required to have mistresses?" "I'm so sorry, Yvanna, okay?" Finally, he apologized even if I didn't deserve to hear the words. "Everything's my fucking fault. I shouldn't have done it. Lately, I realized that my heart loves you. Can you please, just come back to me, huh? We'll start again. I swear, what happens in the past stays in the past..." Before he coul
Noah already has had enough of his life, I assume, so I left with no other choice but to smile at him. "Of course, honey," I reached out to Noah's cheeks, cleaning the tears that wet his cute and pink cheeks. "Mom will never leave you again. So better stop crying now, okay? Big boys usually don't cry." "Promise?" he babbled, his pouting extended, "If you wanted to leave, Mom, I want to come with you. Daddy is a bad..." Noah did not get the chance to finish his sentence when Norman pulled him closer as he covered the kid's mouth. He even smiled at me defensively. That's a good thing for me though because I hate promises. Promises are made to be broken as the saying goes to say. Even if I am truly his mother, I cannot promise that I will never leave him again. Justine and I agreed for me to stay in this mansion for two weeks only. After that, I'm going back to my parents to tell them the truth about what happened to me. "Baby talks," he said, "they sometimes talk
In addition to that, I still don't know when are memories coming back. Until then, perhaps my heart and mind can accept you as my son. Not that I hate the idea of having a son, it's just that everything that unfolded before me was new and unexpected. Let alone people from my past wanted to get rid of me coming back into the mansion - into the family that I didn't want to be part of to begin with as it was full of lies and sufferings. So, from the bottom of my heart, kiddo. I can't help you with the kind of support you need from me. Until then. After five minutes of waiting, and without addressing Noah my answer to his concern, Norman hopped into the car. He looks at us and studies me from head to toe before he takes off his blazer and puts it on me. "I'm so sorry about what my sisters did to you in the past and until now, Yvanna," he said in a well-composed tone. "Why are they so mean to Mom, Dad?" Noah asked on my behalf. I also want to know the reason and how he
"What?" she throws the question back at me, this time, hesitation is engraved on her face. "Excuse me?" I blurted in confusion. "You just said that you are the reason I got into an accident but did Norman forget to tell you I lost my memories as well?" It appears that we are not in the same boat while talking to each other. She expresses her apology but I have no idea what she was referring to. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. dela Vega!" she sincerely then bent half of her body consecutively toward me. "What I did that night was unforgivable. And I deserved not to be forgiven by you. I'll submit my resignation to Mr. dela Vega's desk effective immediately." She stood up with her eyes remained on the floor. "I'm so sorry again, Mrs. dela Vega." "You can't resign unless you tell me everything about it," I utter just when she was about to slide into the doorway. "How am I going to accept your resignation when I don't have a single clue about what the hell happened that night
As soon as we reached the private seafood restaurant, Noah and I could not help but frown when we could see no other customers occupying the two-story building apart from us, and of course, the servers. "What a lovely evening, Mr. Mayor! It's an honor that the most handsome and candid mayor picked our restaurant to dine in amongst the first-class restaurants throughout the city." A middle-aged man approached us at our table with a humble smile on his face. Behind him were ten servers who bent half of their bodies toward Norman in unison. "Oh, come on, Mr. Manager, the pleasure is mine! Your dishes here are second to none. And besides, my wife and I have shared a lot of wonderful experiences in this place for the past seven years, right, honey?" Norman dragging my name into their conversation when I was silently scanning the menu made me gulp. And I hate the fact that he kept putting me in a tough spot knowing I have no remnants of my memories that could be of use to br