All Chapters of SWEET PUNISHMENT (ENGLISH): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ALLISON'S P.O.V This man is truly exasperating. From the moment we met up until now, he has done nothing but tease me. What truly worries me is that he might actually follow through this time. I completely forgot to take my birth control pill earlier. Ever since Drake was born, I have taken the pill daily as a precaution, even though no one was seeing me. But these past few days, he has been distracting me so thoroughly that I completely missed my dose today. I breathed a short sigh of relief when he finally started the car. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to ignore him, only to feel his hand slowly creeping up between my thighs. My eyes flew open and I tapped his hand. "Keep both hands on the wheel. We will crash if you are not careful," I told him sharply. I thought he would stop, but he only smirked and kept going. Goosebumps rose all over my skin and I instinctively shifted back against the seat. My body was already responding to his touch, burning with heat. His hand

DWAYNE’S P.O.V.I couldn't erase the smile on my lips after dropping Allison off. It was a shame I didn't get to meet her family—maybe next time. Deciding I had nowhere else to go, I made my way home.Kringgggg...Cassandra calling...I glanced at the caller ID and scowled, letting it ring because she was the last person I wanted to talk to. When the call finally died down, I let out a sigh of relief, but a few seconds later, my phone rang again. Realizing she wouldn't stop, I had no choice but to answer."Why?" I demanded immediately, but I had to pull the phone away from my ear almost instantly because of the deafening background noise."Can you come over? My new restaurant here at SM Mall of Asia just opened. Please!" she pleaded, making me shake my head. I really didn't want to go."I have something important to do today, Cass. Maybe you can just ask Greg to go instead," I replied coldly."But I want to see you! Come on—" she whined in a high-pitched, grating voice that made my ja

DWAYNE’S P.O.V.It was Sunday, and I didn't know what to do with myself. Aside from praying and attending mass, there didn't seem to be anything else to fill the day.Knock! Knock!I got up to see who was at the door, as I wasn't expecting any visitors. But the moment I opened it, I immediately regretted it. It was her again. Instead of being on my best behavior on a day meant for reflection, here I was, slowly turning into a villain."Hi, Dwayne!" Cassandra greeted brightly, brushing past me and stepping straight into my condo before I could even welcome her inside."What are you doing here again?" I asked coldly, but she ignored my tone and walked straight into my bedroom."You still haven't changed this painting?" she asked with a smile, pointing to the canvas depicting two people holding hands while standing by the shore—supposedly meant to be her and me."Why should I change it? I paid a lot for that," I replied dryly."Ah, I thought it was because you missed me," she let out a so

DWAYNE P.O.V. "Good morning," I greeted her cheerfully the moment she stepped inside the office. She offered me nothing more than a brief glance before heading straight to her desk. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, her long hair disheveled and unkempt. I was not used to her being this quiet around the office. With a quiet sigh, I returned my focus to my own desk. Still, I could not tear my eyes away from her. Her forehead was deeply creased as she stared at her computer screen, taking out her anger on the keyboard. With the forceful way she was typing, it felt as though the individual keys were about to pop off at any second. "We have a meeting with Arson Company at nine o'clock," I said softly, keeping my voice just loud enough for her to hear. Wasn't she supposed to be the one reminding me about that, given that she was my assistant? I scratched the back of my head and looked over at her again. This time, she was staring back in my direction, but her gaze seemed entirely ho

DWAYNE P.O.V. I could not help but feel irritated as I looked at the employees of Arson Company. Even the production operators working in factories dressed better than them. At least factory workers had proper uniforms; here, people were just wearing whatever they wanted in civilian clothes. Didn't they have a proper dress code? Was DOLE not even auditing this place? "Dwayne, your brow has been furrowed for a while now. Is something wrong?" Greg nudged me, prompting me to glare at him. He was poking his nose into my business again. What did he think I was, a clown that needed to be smiling and happy all the time? It was as if he was stripping away my right to be annoyed. "This has got to be the ugliest and most chaotic company I have ever stepped into," I muttered grumpily. "Tell me about it!" he agreed with a laugh. I did not bother replying and turned my attention toward Allison instead. I caught her looking at me, which brought a faint, involuntary smile to my face. "I