Good Boys Gone Bad Series 4: LUST BULLET

♠ Chapter Twenty-Seven ♠

♠ Chapter Twenty-Seven ♠

Alessandro:

"W-Wag mo 'kong hawakan—"

"Or what? What will you do, wife?" I knew, that vodka drove my sanity of acting livid with desire—or sinadya niyang gawin ang bagay na 'to?

She won, then.

I'd like to give my attention to her, the entire night.

" 'Don't address me that way—hindi bagay sa mga pinanggagawa mo sa'kin ngayon," I started caressing her bare shoulder, hinawi ang basang buhok niya. I didn't know what to believe anymore—she's taunting me, her absence was enough. Hindi ko alam kung paano siya nagtago coz that was empeccable.

She hid herself for three damn years and that was damn seamless!

My bare chest skin-touched her bare back. The cold wind blew but sure we were both fired up. Malalim ang binitiwan niyang hininga—wala pa naman ang ginagawa rito.

And this was something very odd to her—someone like Ace Montereal that I had known three years back.

"Please.." Her voice was shaky as she pleaded. I halted. Bumagsak ang mga balikat ko realizing what a fool I was tonight! Damn it, Al!

I swam away. What was I thinking? What were you thinking, Alessandro!?

***

Ace:

His touch was so familiar to me, kanina habang nasa likuran ko siya, habang hindi ko nakikita ang mukha niya—his warm presence was enough for me to validate that he had been part of my..past.

Bumaling ako sa kama. Hindi ako makatulog. Bumangon ako. When I entered here, may nakahanda ng mga damit para sa'kin. Thought these belong to him kasi puro large. Maging ang jogging pants na suot ko ngayon.

Hindi ko alam kung anong oras na—ang alam ko, masakit na ang ulo ko sa kakapikit pero hindi naman ako naidlip.

If he was my husband, he might helped me recover my memories—at nang mabigyan ko ng kasagutan ang mga tanong niya sa'kin.

I stood up. Hindi na naka-padlock ang pintoan—I could freely go out now. Pero kahit tumakas pa ako ngayon—I got nowhere to go.

Ace, is this really the right thing to do? Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit ako kakatok sa pintoan niya! Nakuyom ko lang ang kamao ko—then I held the knob. Pinihit ko—it was unlocked.

I breathe in before I open it gradually. May ilaw sa loob. What would I say to him!? Kaagad siyang hinanap ng mga mata ko—there he was..

Laying flat on his stomach. Nakaunan ito sa sariling mga braso, nakasubsob sa unan ang mukha. Wala siyang pang-itaas ngayon at tanging naka-boxers lang. Ba't hindi niya ini-lock yung pintoan niya? What if, I thought about killing him or what? Hindi niya naisip yun?

I slowly went inside na naka-paa. The way he breathe—he was peacefully sleeping kahit hindi ko nakita ang mukha niya dahil nakabaling siya sa gilid.

Gan'to ba siya kung matulog? Like really? Hindi niya nararamdaman ang presensya ko ngayon?

He could easily be assassinated. Tsk!

Tumabi ako sa kaniya, slowly that he wouldn't even feel I was seating beside him. He's drunk, obviously dahil sa bote ng vodka sa mesa niya. That was why.

Tinitigan ko ang mukha niya, from his thick-in-shaped brows, to his eyes, mga mahahabang pilik-mata nito, that pointy sculptured nose, patungo sa bibig niya. I remembered..nothing—still, empty.. Pero kapag nilalapitan niya ako—his presence felt so familiar..

Humiga ako sa tabi niya, I leaned to the side where he was facing me, nakaunan ako sa dalawang palad ko—I kept staring at his face. Kapad tulog siya—aakalain mo parang angel but no, he was the exact opposite of that creature.

"Help me remember—so I could give you the answers you wished to know." Then I shut my eyes. Maybe, I could propose that to him tomorrow.

***

Alessandro:

Damn. I thought I was still dreaming this morning when I woke up—seeing her face right in front of me. Gigisingin ko sana siya and asked her why she sneaked and slept beside me—but she was peacefully asleep. Nakatulogan ko ang kakaisip sa kaniya kagabi not knowing that..she went inside and yeah, hindi ko rin alam kung ba't ginawa niya yun when in fact—she loathed me for abducting her.

"Yeah, I know, lalo na dahil nandito ako—sure you'll be!" Anatasia was here and now talking nonsense. Saglit ko rin siyang nakalimutan of what happened last night and this morning before I sailed back here.

Hinawakan ko siya sa braso and dragged her out the hotel. "Anatasia, you're not listening. I am not entertaining you here, alright? Now, find someone who can amuse your as* in your stay here," Inayos ko ang coat ko saka bumalik sa loob. Hindi ko na hinintay kung ano pang nais niyang sabihin. Wala akong oras rito—though she really entertained me good the last time.