Mon Amour (My Love)

CHAPTER 3

KING

For a moment, I thought I saw an angel. He's way too handsome and parang hindi bagay na maging stockman sa department store. He's fair and smooth and his hair looked even softer than mine. It's jet black and had big twirls like waves. He's wearing a simple white top underneath a red vest. His trousers were too tight fitting, hugging his thighs snugly, showing off a bulge that would drive me crazy anytime. His shoes were old but it seemed like he tried his best to polish them.

"Sir. Ito na po." He's staring at me and I was half wishing he wasn't. It made me feel uncomfortable. He knelt in front of me and took the shoes out of the box.

"Isukat niyo na po." he said. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't move.

"Huy, King. Hubarin mo na 'yang shoes mo." said Jane, after hitting me on the side by her elbow.

"Ah, yes. I'm sorry." I bent and with shaky hands, I tried to untie my shoes. To my surprise, the boy came closer and helped me. Nagkadikit ang mga kamay namin and it was hot, almost like a burning sensation. Again, I wasn't able to move and I just let him remove my shoes from my feet.

"Basa po 'tong sapatos niyo." the boy said, his eyes still on me. Why did he have to look at me like that?

"Yes. Natapunan ng drinks. That's why I'm buying a new pair."

"Naku sayang po. Mukhang mamahalin pa naman."

I didn't know what to say. Feeling ko, mawawalan ako ng malay. He had a beautiful voice and while he was speaking, I could see a perfect set of white teeth.

"Pati medyas po, alisin ko na? Basa din po eh."

"What? Ah yeah. Please do."

He gently removed my socks and it was a relief to see that my feet were clean and my toenails were properly trimmed. I was also confident that they (my feet) didn't smell.

What he did next surprised me. He put my one foot on his lap et putain de merde, I felt his hard dick.

I could hardly breathe. What was he doing? Was that intentional? Did he really put my foot on his lap on purpose so I could feel his dick? What was that supposed to mean? And why was he hard? Until now, hindi pa rin niya inaalis ang meaningful niyang tingin sa akin.

"Dapat po Sir, pati socks, bumili kayo."

"W-we did. I-I mean, we will, actually. Here." I showed him the pair of socks.

"Isuot ko na rin po sa inyo, Sir, para makita rin natin kung sakto yung sukat ng sapatos kahit po may suot kayong medyas."

"I-ikaw. Ikaw ang bahala."

He smiled and took the socks from my hand. "OK lang naman po iyon, eh. Kahit suot niyo na po bago bayaran."

He didn't need to tell me. I'm not dumb. But he's not the type to be receiving snide remarks from me or from Jane. So instead, I said "O-OK."

He massaged my foot before niya suotan ng medyas and I wondered if they were supposed to do that or this boy was going too far already. Either way, I liked the feeling although it was strong, and uncomfortable, and crazy.

He was still staring at me and I couldn't take it anymore so I looked away. I saw that he's wearing a nametag but my eyes are so bad that I couldn't read anything it said there.

But his name's Kyle, I heard the lady mentioned it earlier.

At that moment, something weird was happening inside me. It was like my hormones were having a race. It's something I couldn't explain. While he was putting the shoes on me, I tried to help and once again, our hands touched and this time, it felt like electricity. And so I let Kyle finish tying my shoes.