Past five o'clock the next day, Lana woke up to a noise coming from her veranda. Sounds of cutlery and plates filled the air, and after a while, the fragrant aroma of brewed coffee finally made her get up from bed.
"W-What the ---?" Lana was stunned to see a delicious breakfast prepared for two people on the veranda.**
"Good morning," Andrew said as he sat down, obviously waiting for her. "Let's eat," he said, standing up and leaning over to approach her.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked then spontaneously complied with what the man wanted to happen. The young man's thick eyebrows rose. "Why, don't you want this?"
Lana was stunned and then quietly watched what the young man was doing. From the way he poured coffee into her cup to putting syrup and butter on her pancakes.
"Thank you," she said shyly, smiling at Andrew afterward. "You know what, I've only just seen eyes like yours," he said, staring into her eyes. Lana laughed softly there and then started eating.
“Really? That doesn't seem convincing. You grew up in London, didn't you? ” her chuckling reply to the man. As soon as her sight met Andrew's, Lana did not escape the rapid change of emotion in the young man's eyes. She saw the seemingly tiny remnants of fire burning in them that also quickly disappeared when he smiled.
“Yeah, but yours is different. You know what I mean? ” he said after sipping his coffee. Lana nodded. What Andrew was referring to was the color of her eyes which were between dark gray and light green.
“My mother said that maybe my father is a foreigner; that is why I had this eye color. It's light green when I'm in the sun and dark gray when I'm not,” she said following what she said with a weak laugh.
"I'm sorry, but about your father?" Lana felt the interest in Andrew’s tone, and that made her secretly happy even though she didn’t admit it. She shrugged. "It's a long story," she said with a finite tone so the young man didn't insist.
Andrew nodded. "You're done?" the young man asked when he saw that the food on her plate was gone. "Yeah, thanks for the free breakfast," she said with a smile. Somehow she becomes comfortable with Andrew, and she likes that. She really didn't want to waste every moment the young man was here in front of her, and she could talk as if they were friends.
When she stood up, Andrew stood up as well. "Nowadays everything has to be paid for, Lana," Andrew said almost in a whisper. Then the young lady who was about to enter the cottage stopped.
"W-What?" along with that question is the time when she felt that once again her chest started heaving with nervousness. “Can I have a private moment with you?” almost in a whisper, Andrew asked and took a step closer to her, so Lana backed away.
"P-Private moment?" she repeated the young man's question. He nodded then stepped again, so she automatically backed away again. "Yes," Andrew replied then bowed. Lana closes her eyes as his fragrant breath crosses her face. But she didn't think Andrew would be able to take advantage of that in a simple blink of an eye.
She was shocked when Andrew claimed her lips. Not only that, the young man even held both hands behind her back and then guided her into the cottage. When she heard the sound of the door lock on the veranda, that was when Lana insisted on freeing herself from Andrew.
“What are you doing? Do you know I can sue you for doing this to me? You've been taking advantage of me since last night!” she threatened in a strong but low tone.
The corner of the young man's lip lifted. "No, you won't," he replied as he approached her with one large step and then began to caress the area around her lips with his index finger.
“Try me!” she challenged the young man. "Yeah, I like that," he said with a teasing smile then raised the corner of his lips once again.
Lana's face quickly turned red as she got the meaning of what Andrew had said. "T-That's not what I meant," she corrected the man's misconception. "Is that so?" he said in an unconvinced tone. “I know you like it too. I can prove that if you just let me,” he said, pushing her against the wall.
Lana took a deep breath and then averted her face from Andrew when the young man tried to kiss her. So instead it landed on her cheek. "Please, Andrew," it was too late to take it back because it was too untimely when she realized the double meaning of what she said.
A malicious smile tore from the young man's lips as she stared at him. "Why have you been avoiding me since last night?" he asked, crawling his warm lips down her neck. It was a delicious sensation that was the reason why Lana couldn't stop herself from releasing a strong breath.
"Oh, God Andrew!" she whispered and felt as if not in her usual self when she caressed both hands on the man's wide chest. "Please you know how I really feel for you. But don’t use that and my fragility when it comes to you,” she pleaded and then bit her lip as the young man continued to bathe her neck with warm kisses as he rested his hands on the wall made with coarse twilled matting of flattened bamboo strips. Honestly, the young man must have known that as a fan, she was already in love with him. And it's not hard to imagine because she's sure he senses the discomfort she feels for him. Even though she is not a love expert, she knows that is one of the many possible reasons for the young man to confirm in his mind her intense attraction for him.
"Tell me, how can I stop something I love for reasons I can't even explain?" Andrew asked her. “Just give me this private moment with you. Promise, I will not disappoint you,” he added in a reassuring tone. Andrew stared straight into her eyes. And that’s why she feels like the man is absorbing all her energy to refuse. That's why she wasn't surprised when she grabbed the young man for a more passionate kiss.
During that moment, even though she had no experience other than simple kissing, Lana became aggressive. But her rage did not last long, for she eventually became like a meek sheep surrounded by a fierce lion. And that lion was none other than Andrew.
The young man's kisses descended, on her neck, shoulder her breast when she heard loud knocks on the door. That is when what they were doing stopped. Lana even laughed when she heard the hanging growl that Andrew let out.
"I'll see you tonight, okay?" he said, kissing her on the lips again a little while later. Lana smiled nervously. "All right," she replied then followed by the gaze of the young man who as Romeo jumped from the veranda.
“Lana! Lana!” Rodge's voice pulled her back to reality. Hastily opening the door, she greeted her friend. “Why are you taking so long? I've been knocking here for ages?”
"I'm sorry, I'm in the bathroom," she lied. "Call of nature," she explained, realizing she hadn't even taken a bath yet.
Rodge nodded. "Okay, I'll go ahead to the conference area, just follow," she said, leaving Lana to close the door and proceed to the bathroom for a shower.
Standing before the mirror, Lana gently traced her lips, relishing the pleasure and thrill left by Andrew's warm kisses.
That evening, the same day, Lana's workmates invited her to go to a bar. At first, she didn't want to go. Whether she admits it or not, all day long she has been thinking about what Andrew said earlier that they will meet again. And even if she didn't speak, she couldn't deny to herself that she was looking forward to the next things that might happen between her and the young man. At the thought, Lana's face quickly blushed. “The next day we will be returning to Manila. Don't be a killjoy, you are the youngest in our group but you are the most 'aunty' when it comes to behavior,” Rodora preached to her as they left the conference hall. Lana sighed. "I'm just tired, Rodge," she reasoned yet somehow it was true. “Of course, we'll just be there for a while. We can't stay long because the meeting is early tomorrow,” said Lerma, who holds Region Five. That was when Lana sighed again. "O-Okay, it's like I still have a choice," she said laughing. Lana just made dressing up easy. She w
LANA felt at her feet the red dress that Andrew had dropped; thereafter, he unzipped it. "I was right about your body," he said, gazing all over her almost naked figure. "You are a goddess," he said, touching her waist afterward. "Tell me, sweetheart, is this your first time?" Andrew whispered, bringing his face even closer to hers. Lana let out a violent gasp as Andrew's hands began to move across her. "Mmmmm, y-yes," she moaned again when she felt the young man remove the hook of her bra. "I'll be gentle, I promise," the young man said, putting his hands inside her lacy pants, which were the only covering left of her body. "Oh god, Andrew!" Lana exclaimed when she felt the young man's finger that now seemed to be teasingly touching the clitoris of her womanhood. "Do you want this? Is it wonderful?" The young man speaks in a tone that only she can hear, even though they are the only ones there. "Tell me, don't be shy," he continued seductively. Lana's whole body trembled so much
LANA is no longer in her sanity, while Andrew seems to be recklessly flirting with her femininity using his own mouth and tongue. She is aware that someone like the young man is certainly good in this aspect. But the feeling that she is the one that Andrew is making happy is something that she still can't believe. "Nice, you're so nice, mmnnn," she growled, then pulled Andrew's hair. The young man did not speak. Instead, he inserted his finger back in her entrance again and then started to move it in and out. At the same time, he again caressed her femininity with his mouth. “Oh god, you're great! You are so great! "Lana said that she even danced her own hip unknowingly, even though there was no music. “Oh, I can’t take it anymore, Lana.” When Andrew lifted his face, that was when their eyes met. Lana saw the flame of intense desire in his eyes. That's why her longing to be finally claimed by Andrew also intensified. "Get inside me, deeper, nicer," she said, pulling Andrew's nec
Four hours into the morning, Lana woke up and could not go back to sleep. The young lady smiled and then stared at the perfect face beside her that was now sound asleep as he hugged her tightly. His red and thin lips. She never thought she would experience their kiss. But it happened. In fact, it was more than she had dreamed—more than anyone could have imagined she had experienced. Lana's face quickly warmed as she remembered everything that had happened to them last night. How Andrew claimed her. He made her feel the intense longing and happiness that she knew she would never feel with anyone again. “But our worlds are different. And whether I admit it or not, I have to wake up from this beautiful dream, for in the end I will not be hurt,” the young lady whispered, then stared at the handsome face of the man to whom she gave her virginity. That is true. What happened to them, she knew she would never forget. But she also had to admit to herself that what had happened would no
One month later... “Why did I notice that you weren't watching Andrew's new TV series? The story is good, so you should watch it,” said Mama Cecille one Sunday morning while they were eating breakfast. Lana shrugged her shoulders and then started eating. She also could not understand herself. The truth is that her feelings for the young man have not changed, except that they have intensified. And that started when something happened to them. Andrew turned all her fantasies about him into reality. But she also has to admit that she gets hurt whenever she sees Andrew and his perfectly handsome face, even just on TV. Lana secretly laughed at herself for that. She is a smart woman, but when it comes to love, like everyone else, she is a great fool. And that is something that she couldn't explain—how and why she feels like that? She knew for a fact that what happened between them that night was just a simple one-night stand. Something that is surely very common with Andrew and his wa
"What am I going to do, M-Mama?" Lana suppressed her emotion as she uttered those words. "Who is the child's father?" instead, her aunt questioned her. Lana felt resentment, not anger, in her Mama Cecille's voice. And that is the reason why all the tears that the young lady had been holding back have finally come out. "M-Mama, please," she protested, bursting into tears. "Does he already have a family?" Mama Cecille said, staring straight into her eyes. Lana shook her head. “Why don't you tell him the truth if he doesn't have a family? Will you let that child grow up without knowing his own father? Like your heartless mother did to you? ”Now her Mama Cecille is angry. "Who is the child's father? What is his name?" her aunt asked again after a while. Lana's head remained bowed as she continued to cry. "Answer me, Lana!" Cecille's voice was louder, so intense guilt engulfed the young lady's heart even more. "It's Andrew, Mama!" she replied between tears. Her aunt's eyes widene
Three years later... "Come on, get inside, Andrea. Wait for your Uncle Marius here." That was what Mama Cecille told Andrea. Lana's three-year-old daughter. That was when Andrea turned to Lana. “Mo---"—everything that the little girl was about to say was cut off when a familiar sound of an engine car stopped in front of their house. "Uncle Marius!" Andrea's cheerful cry as she enthusiastically runs towards the gate. Mama Cecille voluntarily followed Andrea. Lana was just smiling while watching them. Everything seems like only yesterday. It seems like only yesterday when she was so scared to confess to her aunt that she was pregnant with Andrea. Now, three years have passed quickly, and really, in her heart, she has no regrets about raising Andrea. Her daughter, in fact, was the result of her long-held fantasy with her father, Andrew Scott. Over time, Andrew’s career as an actor has remained good. In fact, he has won awards many times in recognition of his skill and acting prow
"SAY thank you to your Uncle Marius, Andrea," Lana said to Andrea as they ate ice cream at a store inside the mall. "Thank you, Uncle Marius. Promise, I will take care of her," Andrea said, hugging the new Barbie doll that Marius bought. Lana laughed softly at her daughter's tenderness. There is no denying that Andrea bears a strong resemblance to her father's sister, Samantha. But no one needs to know about that anymore. Her daughter didn't need it anymore. Because, over a long period of time, she did not regret that she kept the child from Andrew. And by doing so, she was able to keep Andrea away from a lot of bad things that could have happened if she had sought support from Andrew back then. So if all of that were to happen again, she would not hesitate to take the same step and decision that she made three years ago. A beautiful smile tore from Marius's lips. "Anytime, sweetheart. Anything for you," he said, pinching Andrea's cheek. Aside from Mama Cecille, Marius is the