บททั้งหมดของ Kiss me, Ruin me, Keep me “Protect me”: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

The dorm party rattled the walls—bass pounding, laughter spilling, glasses clinking. Pero sa maliit na kwarto nila, the only sound was their breaths, ragged and urgent. Damian’s hand slammed against the door, trapping Alex. His lips grazed her jaw, teasing her neck, teeth grazing, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, voice low and demanding, fingers digging into her waist. Alex’s chest heaved. Instead of answering, she pushed forward, lips crashing against his hard and hungry. Their tongues tangled, teeth clashing, hands roamed like they owned every inch of each other. Damian’s hand snaked under her shirt, palms flattening against her back, thumbs tracing the curve of her spine. She moaned softly, pressing herself closer, grinding against him in silent confession. He lifted her onto the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. The edge dug into her thighs as his hands cupped her ass, fingers kneading, pulling her flush. Their kiss broke only for air, tong

”Alexandra?” Gulat na banggit niya sa pangalan ko. I firmed my stand and face him. “Alex Vega, your personal bodygu—” “What the hell are you doing—do you think you can protect me?” The arrogance in his voice sliced through the air like a knife. Typical Damian Cross—confident, sharp, and condescending in every word he spoke. Nakatayo ako sa harap niya, naka-cross arms, walang kahit anong reaction sa mukha ko. Matagal ko nang natutunan na huwag patulan ang mga taong kagaya niya—especially him. “Kung gusto mong mamatay, puwede rin naman akong umalis ngayon,” sagot ko, kalmado lang. “Pero kung gusto mong mabuhay, you’ll listen to me. Period.” He smirked, He sat at his chair, leaned back na parang tinatantsa ako. “Still bossy, huh? A girl? my bodyguard? wow...” “I’m paid to keep you alive, not to entertain your ego,” sabi ko bago ako tumalikod at lumabas ng opisina niya. I heard him chuckle behind me, low and amused, the same sound that used to drag me closer years ago. Damn it, Al

Wala sa plano ang pagagree ko sa ideya ni Damian at ng team na sumama sa gala. Hindi sa dahil alam kampante akong kasama niya si Rafi, kundi dahil alam kong maguging delikado kung pupunta siya sa lygar kung saan maraming tao. Hindi ko rin masisiguro ang kaligtasan niya, at ayokong pumalpak, hindi ngayon at hindi na mauulit ang nangyari noon. Manila’s elites were known for their sharp tongues and even sharper motives. Kaya heto ako ngayon, nakatayo sa harap ng full-length mirror sa guest room ng penthouse, suot ang isang sleek black dress black high heels na umakma sa kurba ng katawan at bawat galaw ko. Hindi ko nga alam kung paano ako napapayag ni Lia, ang assistant ni Damian, na isuot ‘to. Matagal tagal narin simula ng magsuot ako ng ganitong klaseng dress. “Ma’am Alex, promise, classy po ‘yan. Walang makakaalam na may baril kang nakatago diyan,” sabay ngiti niya, proud pa. Inangat ko ang laylayan ng gown, humarap sa salamin at doon ko nga nakita, secured sa strap ang maliit kon