One Fateful Night With My Ninong
My chest heaved as I stood defensively near the marble sink, my back trembling from the adrenaline.
Pero siya, he just stared. Dark eyes. Burning. Wild. He ran a hand through his messy hair and took a step forward.
"I want you back in my life, my ex-wife," he said hoarsely, every word heavy with intent. "I want you. Every inch of you."
“Drako…” I took a step back. “You can’t just barge in here and kiss me like that.”
“I can’t?” Tumawa siya, malalim at mapait. “I’ve been holding back for too long. Seeing you walk around like you don’t belong to me—it’s driving me insane.”
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