Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me Slowly, Daddy~~: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

~~Kate~~ I stop in my tracks, startled as my gaze settles on my best friend, Yssa, entwined with her new boyfriend, Bob with a bob cut that doesn't suit him. I only left for a moment to get some drinks and now they’re almost eating up each other’s faces. “Ugh…” I cover my mouth, holding my breath for a second and slowly breathing in. Yssa’s usually well-behaved, but often loses herself when captivated by a man she finds appealing. Yet, I am not very fond of Bob. To me, he appears unsettled, a man still searching for direction, indulging in fleeting pleasures rather than pursuing substance. Such qualities, I find, uninspiring. If Yssa were to ask me, I would encourage her to entrust her heart to aomeone of true character. A man who values devotion over a fleeing passion, and who would remain steadfast long after the initial thrill has passed. This Bob, well, he’ll likely get rid of himself as soon as he gets what he wants from her and it’s aching to watch my friend cry over

~~Kate~~ I’m doomed! For the first time in a long time, I didn't know what to do. I wished I could apologize to my mom, who painstaakingly raised me to be composed and elegant, only for me to embarrass myself now in the worst possible way. “I don’t remember calling for an exhibitionist on Christmas Eve,” the man continues, genuinely pondering who I might be. I also want to know who he is, but maybe later when I’m dressed. So, without thinking twice, I push him away and turn around to escape. Whoever he is, I can’t introduce myself wearing nothing! “H-Huh?” I step onto something smooth and the next thing I know, I’m looking at the white ceiling. “A-Aahhh!” “Watch out— Ught!” The man groans, following the loud thud on the floor. I open my eyes and let out the breath I’m holding. “I’m alive,” I whisper, feeling my body intact. Though falling to my death doesn’t sound bad after what happened. “Great. You’re welcome,” says a familiar voice. It takes me a few seconds

~~Nathan~~ That was her first kiss? But that’s not even a kiss. I’ve lived a few decades before she was even born, and now I’m sitting here, weighing how to respond to something like that. Everything happened so fast. No one expects to walk in from work and find someone naked in their house. But I did. And instead of just a face, I ended up seeing far more than I should have. It should’ve been easy to dismiss, but the image refuses to leave my head. Accident or not, it left a mark. She was probably terrified, but I’m not the type to let chaos rattle me. “Don’t worry,” I say firmly, my voice is steady to calm her down and leave no room for doubt. “I’ll keep it between us. Not a word to anyone, not even Yssa.” I lean back and square my shoulders, locking my eyes at her. “But I need to know why you ended up in that state. My daughter doesn’t keep company with people who can’t handle themselves.” “I’m sane,” she fires back, her brows knitting together. Desperation is evident

~~Nathan~~ I’m so fucked… If she hadn’t thrown up in my face last night… I don’t even want to think about what I might have done. What I almost allowed myself to do. The thought made my stomach turn in a completely different way. She had been drunk. Vulnerable. My daughter’s friend. And yet my body had betrayed me. My cock had betrayed me. My mind had betrayed me. “Haa~~” that little sound she made. That moan, that hiccup of panic and alcohol-fueled honesty… I couldn’t get it out of my head. Not even with the shower, the scalding water, or the ice-cold clarity of morning. It had twisted itself into me, lodged deep inside my brain like a damn parasite, replaying every time I closed my eyes. I’m so fucked. She’s barely more than a girl. My daughter’s age. My daughter’s friend. And she had just… my body still reacted. The audacity of it. The audacity of my own brain. I needed to maintain boundaries. I had to. I would. I told myself the same lines a dozen times, pacing in th

~~Kate~~“No. No. No,” I told Yssa, staring at the dress she was holding up like it was a prize. “Look at it properly. That cannot be considered a dress. That is beach wear. You wear that when you are going to fight the sun, not when you are going to a party.”Yssa gasped and pressed the back of her hand to her chest like I had stabbed her emotionally. “Kate. This is the best dress I own.”I squinted at it. The straps were thin. The length was questionable. The whole thing looked like it would betray me the moment I bent to pick up my phone.“The best for who,” I asked. “People who hate fabric.”She pouted and tilted her head, doing that cute thing she does when she knows she is wrong but plans to win anyway. “But imagine it on you. Your body will eat in this.”I shook my head immediately. “My body is fasting.”She rolled her eyes. “You are impossible.”“And you are unserious,” I replied. “I think it is best I go to bed. You go to this party of yours alone. I will stay here. Sleep. Pr