Chapter 2

Misha’s POV

I came home to find my dad slumped and dejected, sitting in the living room. I was in such a good mood because I had just finished bonding with my friends.

I glanced at my mom to ask what had happened to him. She told me that dad had been scammed by the suppliers at our farms. We lost millions, and just today, five of our major farms had been mortgaged. My dad didn’t know what to do to recover everything we lost. It felt worse than losing in a gamble. He had trusted those people too much, not realizing they were scammers.

I approached him. I had never seen my dad like this before. He’s usually cheerful, always smiling and loud when he’s happy. Now, he looked dazed, as if the whole world had collapsed on him.

“Dad, don’t be sad. We’ll figure out a way to get back what we lost,” I said as I sat beside him on the sofa.

He looked at me and smiled. “I already have an idea, dear,” he replied. I knew my dad would quickly find a way out because he’s smart and resourceful.

“You’re really clever, Dad. But what solution did you think of?” I asked, intrigued.

“The owner of the largest luxury car company in the Philippines has passed away. He was a friend of mine. It was sad news when I found out yesterday. And did you know that his only son, Everett Tani, will be taking over? He’s the godfather I’ve mentioned to you. I want you two to get closer. You two should end up together.”

I stood up abruptly when he said that. “Dad, are you serious?” I asked, raising my voice. I couldn’t believe that was the solution he came up with.

He stood up and held my shoulders. “Dear, that’s the only way I can think of. I’m serious. You’ll be set for life if you marry Everett Tani. The Tani family is extremely wealthy. Don’t you love fancy cars? If you marry him, all kinds of luxury cars could be yours.”

“But he’s my godfather! Is that even possible? The godchild and godfather ending up together? Yuck! I can’t do that, Dad. If that’s your only idea to recover the mortgaged farms, then just stop, because I won’t agree!”

He was about to speak again, but I stormed away from him. I went up to my room to grab my bag, cards, jewelry, and whatever money I had saved. I knew my dad wouldn’t stop pushing his plan, so I decided to leave them for now.

“Where are you going?” he asked when he saw me heading out of the house.

“To Jake, my boyfriend. We’re eloping,” I answered bluntly. That was my plan anyway. It’s better if they know so he can stop his nonsense.

“Dear, please, listen to your father. Don’t leave,” my mom pleaded, but I didn’t listen to either of them. I still left our house.

I immediately called Jake to tell him we’re eloping. He agreed but on one condition. He wanted to sleep with me first, and then he would provide for me. Whatever. I’m done with my good-girl and prim behavior. Maybe it’s time for me to be a bit wild. I also want to experience being with a man. I want to know what it’s like to moan in bed. I’ve restrained myself for so long from these kinds of experiences that I’ve craved since before. I’ve always followed what my parents said, that I should give my virginity to the right man.

Jake and I have been together for over a year, and he often asks me to sleep with him, but I always refuse. I kept telling him to wait for the right time. I couldn’t say for sure if Jake was the right man for me. He’s a drunkard, doesn’t have a stable job, and tends to get into fights. But I love him. I want him. And the only way to stop my dad from setting me up with my godfather is to be with Jake. We’ll live together; I’m determined in my decision. Whatever happens to us, I’m ready. I also want some thrill in my life. I’m old enough. I should be making decisions for myself.

Can you believe it, I’m already thirty years old, and I’m still a virgin? That’s how long I’ve preserved my womanhood due to my parents’ insistence that I should give my purity to the right man.

Tonight, the long-thirsty flower will finally be watered. I’ll experience what it’s like to moan in bed. I can’t wait anymore.