Misha’s POV
Jake suggested that we hit a bar first before heading to the hotel he booked for us. I was happy because he wanted us to check in at the hotel tonight. I agreed. I wanted to forget everything too, so we both got really drunk. It turns out going to a bar is a lot of fun.
When I was already drunk, he sent me ahead to the hotel he mentioned. Even though I was completely intoxicated, I managed to get there.
Jake was really generous because the hotel he picked was huge. When I arrived, I didn’t need a key because the door was already open. I immediately looked for the bedroom. I wanted to take a nap while waiting for him.
When I found the bed, I turned off the lights. I was sure he would turn them on when he arrived. I collapsed onto the bed once the room was dark. I needed to gather my strength through sleep so that when I woke up later, I’d be ready to give myself to him.
I don’t know how much time had passed. I just felt someone slowly removing my clothes. I didn’t protest because I knew it was him. No other man would come here except Jake. He even smelled freshly showered, which made me happy. I could distinctly smell the fragrant soap he used.
“Hmm…” I moaned softly when I felt him slide his fingers into my lower opening. It hurt but felt good at the same time. I must have gotten wet inside because of it. Even in the darkness, I could still see him. I was just puzzled because he seemed to have a bigger build without clothes on. I didn’t dwell on it since it was dark, and maybe I was still dizzy from the alcohol, making him look that way.
I uttered some curse words because something big, long, and thick suddenly entered my womanhood. Even in my drunken state, I could feel the tearing and stinging inside me. It was like something had ripped. For sure, I was bleeding inside. This must be what they call the first blood.
I endured it, trying to keep quiet because this was what Jake and I had agreed on. But I didn’t expect that he was hiding something this big down there. I could distinctly feel his size inside me as he moved in and out.
As time passed, I got used to it. It felt so good, really. What initially hurt now felt amazing due to the intense sensation I was experiencing. I was starting to enjoy the way he was thrusting now. I couldn’t help but moan softly.
Then I felt hot fluids explode inside my womanhood.
“Damn it, did you finish inside, Jake?”
He quickly pulled out of me. I got up to turn on the light. When the room lit up, my eyes widened as I saw a naked man in my hotel room. His body was huge, hot, and oh my god, his large manhood was still dripping with his seed. That’s when I realized it wasn’t Jake who took my virginity, but my godfather, Ninong Everett. Yes, I recognized his face because earlier at the bar, I had tried searching his appearance on social media. So I had already memorized his face.
“Oh, shit! Ninong Everett?”
He looked shocked when I said that. I should be angry, but damn, why is my godfather this hot? He doesn’t even look that old. He seems around my age based on how he looks right now. Plus, he’s really handsome. He looks so good right now. I couldn’t help but stare at his manhood. It’s my first time seeing something like this, and it’s with my godfather. It’s terrifying to think something this big was inside me earlier. No wonder my womanhood hurt so much.
“Who are you? Why did you call me Godfather?” he asked while wrapping a towel around himself that he picked up from the floor. Even his voice was hot—very manly. That’s why his moans earlier sounded different. His voice was so deep, so different from Jake’s.
I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t know him either. I only found out he was my godfather when my dad tried to set me up with him.
See how fate plays its games? Instead of giving my virginity to Jake, I accidentally gave it to my godfather.
I just picked up my clothes one by one and got dressed. I didn’t answer him. I was starting to feel embarrassed.
“Aren’t you the woman Garil sent to me? Aren’t you?” he asked again, but I didn’t respond. Maybe it was better that he didn’t know who I was.
He tried to follow me, but I ran quickly, even though I was still very drunk.
As I was running away from that hotel, I could still feel the pain in my womanhood. Shit! My godfather was the one who took my virginity. And he even finished inside me. What if he got me pregnant? Tonight was a complete disaster. I was so stupid.
Misha’s POV“Come on over to the dining area, I’m done cooking,” he called out to me, so I stood up and placed the Tupperware filled with chicken afritada on the table in the living room.Even before I reached the dining area, I could already smell the food he had prepared. The aroma was different, unusual, even…based on what I was picking up.I raised an eyebrow when I saw a variety of dishes spread out on the table. He looked at me with a proud smile, as if he was admiring his own work. “Look, just from the way I plated everything, it already looks delicious, right? But once you taste it, you’ll forget all about that chicken afritada you had earlier.”He was already praising himself, so I just smiled. “Wait, what exactly are these dishes?” I asked, because to be honest, they looked new to me, both in appearance and, most likely, in taste.“I never told you this, Misha, but I actually studied culinary arts abroad. But only for three months, since I never really dreamed of becoming a
Misha’s POVYummy Godfather doesn’t know that I can see his movements on my phone. I’m watching him on CCTV right now. I’m amazed at how he slices the meat—he moves like a pro in the kitchen. He’s even marinating the meat. While letting it soak, he chops onions, garlic, and vegetables. I still have no idea what he’s cooking.I thought, if I ended up marrying him, this would be a regular scene in our kitchen. I’d have a husband who’s not only rich but also a great cook.While I was busy watching him, I received a message from Conrad."The chicken afritada I cooked is on its way to your house. I hope you like it."Right after reading his message, a delivery rider honked outside our house. I quickly stood up and went out."For Miss Misha Merdz," the rider said."Is this from Conrad?" I asked.He nodded and handed me a large, bagged-up Tupperware. There was nothing left to pay since Conrad had already covered it."Thank you, kuya."As I was heading back inside, I saw Everett standing at t
Misha’s POVI won’t get to taste Conrad’s cooking after all. My dad suddenly arrived at the farm and told me to go home because Everett was coming over to our house. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Conrad. Dad hurried me home, saying he would be the one to explain my sudden departure to Conrad.What I don’t understand is—why didn’t Everett just tell me himself? Why did he have to talk to my dad instead?When I got home, I saw his fancy car already parked outside, which meant he was already inside. I quickly parked my car and rushed in.I found him sitting on the sofa, his forehead creased, clearly not in a good mood.“Everett?” I called out, my face showing a hint of nervousness.He looked at me, his eyes burning with intensity. Then, he stood up and walked toward me.“From now on, you’re not allowed to post photos of any other guy on your social media. My relatives, especially my aunts and uncles—are monitoring you. If they see you with another man, everything we’ve worked for wi
Misha's POVConrad and I talked here in front of my parents office cottage. I stared at his face intently as we conversed. He looks so handsome now, a far cry from the playful Conrad I used to know. His posture is commanding, with broad chest and shoulders.He couldn't believe that I, the mischievous and emotional Misha from our childhood, was now standing before him. I even smiled when he said I looked beautiful now. It made me feel silly. Men, always skilled in flattery. But I couldn't blame him; I knew he was being sincere. I kept absentmindedly tucking my hair behind my ear.“What kind of work did you do abroad, Conrad?” I asked, eager to hear updates about his life.“I worked as a chef at a restaurant in Paris. I took a year off here in the Philippines, and they couldn't let me go because I was one of their top chefs there. It’s been a long time since I've been home, so I deserved a year-long vacation,” he said with a grin. “Hey, but I'm not bragging. I'm just stating the facts.”
Everett’s POVWhile I was quietly sipping my coffee in the living room of my mansion, Uncle Gerald suddenly arrived with his wife, Aunt Maloi. The moment I saw their faces, I knew trouble was coming.“Why didn’t you even tell me that you were preparing for your birthday party?” he asked in an angry voice, as if he were my real father. It seems he forgot that he’s just my uncle.I placed my cup on the table and calmly stood up to face him.“Am I still a child that I need to ask for your permission? I’m old enough! I don’t need to inform you. Besides, do you really need to know about my birthday party preparations? Why? Is the money I’m spending coming from you? It’s not, is it? And what exactly is your role that you think you need to know about it?”Aunt Maloi laughed. I was caught off guard when she suddenly came up to me and slapped me.“How rude! Your uncle was just asking, and yet you responded like that!” she shouted at me. I smirked. “You’re always like this. It’s obvious that yo
Misha’s POVPapa went to Manila, and Mama suddenly fell ill. She asked me to go to the farm today to oversee the harvesting of dragon fruits by our workers. There were a lot of pending orders, and they needed to be delivered tomorrow. Mama insisted that I go to the farm to supervise our staff’s work. Apparently, whenever she and Papa weren’t around during harvest time, profits would often be split unfairly. Some of the workers would take home a portion of the harvest to sell on their own, causing losses for Mama and Papa. Nowadays, even a single centavo matters to them, so they emphasized the importance of being vigilant at all times.When I arrived at the farm, I saw that the male staff assigned to pick dragon fruits were just about to start their work.“Good morning, Miss Misha!” they greeted me in unison. I smiled in response.Honestly, I never used to do that before. But now that this farm is all we have left, I figured it wouldn’t be right to keep acting cold. It’s not that I was