Aren't a limp

His eyes were firmly closed while the elevator was moving upward. Samu’t saring emosyon ang kaniyang nararamdaman but nothing is more prominent than his shaken heart. ‘F*ck! Pull yourself together, Froso! Act like a man!’ singhal niya sa kaniyang isipan. Hindi niya mawari kung bakit siya nininerbiyos. ‘Acting like a st*pid virgin . . . Just hurry and get over it the soonest!’

‘Ding!’

“Sh*t!” bulong niya sabay ayos ng kaniyang long-sleeve at hinimas ang itim niyang piercing. Froso stepped out from the elevator and walked with his powerful steps. His long legs strode gracefully, emitting a powerful gesture with his poker face.

“Take a seat, Mr. Vancia.” Halos takasan siya ng dugo sa katawan dahil sa bulong na iyon.

“You could have at least talk to me decently,” aniya sabay upo sa inialok nitong upuan. He then subconsciously fixes his choker-designed suit.

“This is decent . . .” His body flinched nang muli itong bumulong sa puno ng kaniyang tenga.

“F*ck!”

“What a l*wd mouth, Mr. Vancia.