Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN INTIMACY [SPG]: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I quietly watched from the car window the grassy roadside we were passing through. Since earlier, we had only passed a few vehicles, and the road ahead seemed endless, as if it led to nowhere. This is the kind of place I liked—far from the dusty air of the city. Peaceful, and it truly lightens the mood. I could feel the cold breeze brushing against my skin even though it was already noon and the sun was blazing. Maybe it was because of the abundance of trees surrounding the area. A typical scene in an isolated place. This is what I need right now—far from my stressful family and the prying, judgmental eyes of people.“We’ll stop at some local store to buy food,” Sebastian said.I nodded without looking at him. I just kept my eyes fixed outside the window. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, not even to him.I didn’t force him to come with me here. In fact, I insisted on going alone, but he was more stubborn than I am. I just wanted to be alone, to think clearly. I wanted an exit. An esc

I stared blankly into space while twirling the pen in my hand. I’d been out of it for a while now, replaying everything that happened earlier this morning while I was preparing breakfast. As usual, my husband was on another out-of-town business trip and wouldn’t be home until next week.Being the wife of the CEO of one of the wealthiest companies, I expected all of this. I had no problem with him constantly being busy with work—I understood it, and I had my own business, so I didn’t get bored easily. I was used to being alone at home with just the maids, and I was fine with it—until yesterday. Sebastian suddenly showed up at our doorstep last night, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and announced that he’d be staying here for an indefinite period—and that Niu couldn’t do anything about it.They were the Altamiranos. They owned several houses in the city—not to mention all the condos and townhouses. They were filthy rich, and I didn’t understand why he had to crash at our place like some h

I stared at Sebastian’s hand resting on Stanford’s small waist, and for the first time, I felt a slight sting over something that wasn’t even supposed to hurt. This feeling was so new to me—and I hated it. I knew exactly what it was. I was jealous of her.And I shouldn’t be. Not over Niu’s brother, who was practically like a brother to me, too.I looked away and turned my gaze to Stanford’s face. I think this was the first time I ever felt annoyed by her. She was one of our best clients because she was obsessed with fine jewelry. I used to like her because we shared the same passion—a love for jewelry.But now, I wanted to take that back. I hated her. I hated her now that Seb’s arms were around her.I smiled at her and greeted her, deliberately ignoring Sebastian. I didn’t want to look at his face and get distracted again. If I could roll my eyes at him, I would’ve done it ages ago.“Hi,” I said to Stanford with a bright smile. “How are you?” I asked as I led them toward the VIP room

I cleared my throat, adjusted my seat, and continued scanning through the catalog, but I became conscious of how his hand was caressing my waist. He was drawing tiny circles on the fabric of my dress, and I couldn’t help but compare it to how it felt when Sebastian touched me. I didn’t feel the same electric surge when Sebastian caressed my lips. Every stroke from him tickled, and it had a strong effect on my body.Just remembering those times when his body accidentally touched mine made my body burn with desire. I couldn’t understand it, but my brain knew why I felt this way about Seb. I was completely attracted to him. My body sent signals, but my mind refused to accept the truth. Society condemned situations like this. It was taboo.“Hey, are you okay?” Niu asked. He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. I didn’t feel anything when his lips brushed against my earlobe. It wasn’t the same tingling sensation as when Sebastian whispered to me—no electric surge that awakened every n

Sebastian’s I stepped out of the car as soon as I parked it. I tossed the keys to the valet and strode straight into the bar’s entrance. The bouncers already recognized me—I was a regular, and the owner was a friend. I nodded at Greg, one of Andrei’s guys, and walked in without a hitch. The thumping bass of the music hit me instantly. The place was dim, lit only by swirling disco lights. The familiar mix of cigarette smoke and alcohol hung in the air—the signature scent of any bar. The dancefloor was packed, bodies of men and women swaying and grinding wildly to the beat. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but the place was already jammed. I headed to the second floor, where the VIP section was. I knew they’d all be there—or if not, those idiots were probably holed up in one of the private rooms. I’d check the main area first. I weaved through the crowd, avoiding the chaos on the dancefloor, and climbed the spiral staircase. When