The Nasty Rancher (Freezell #12)

Two

AEIRYN

MORNING came and I was out for a jog. I was wearing a black sports bra, a jogger pants and a running shoes.

"Magandang umaga po!" said the man holding a bolo.

He looks like Andres Bonifacio. Such an innocent being to start my day.

"Who are you?" I asked with my brows furrowed. I was really not good in dealing with people. Maiksi ang pasensiya ko sa mga tanga at inosente.

"Magandang umaga po ulit, Ma'am." Yeah, you already greeted me. Inulit mo lang. "Ako po si Calisto. Hardinero po ni Sir Ryl," he added and I nodded.

What? Ine-expect ba niya na magkukwentuhan kami?

I was about to turn my back at him when he suddenly grabbed my right arm. I got alerted. Mabilis kong kinuha ang kamay niyang humawak sa akin at ipinilipit iyon. I heard him cried in pain but I didn't care at all.

"A–aray ko po, Ma'am!" he blurted panting.

"Don't fucking touch me," I said in a cold tone. "You are actually lucky I wasn't holding a gun. Patay ka na sana ngayon," I saw his eyes widened. "I ain't kidding, boy. Isa pang hawak mo, sa kabaong ka na makikita ng mga kamag-anak mo."

Binitawan ko siya at tinapunan ko siya ng masamang tingin. No one could ever mess with me. I could clearly see it when someone tries to do something I would never like.

Bumalik ako sa mansyon ni Lawson at nakita ko siyang nakatambay sa veranda ng third floor at mukhang nagkakape.

He really had all the guts to stay calm, or maybe he knew that those people who wanted to get him killed are so 'mga tanga'. Killing him would be so easy for me if I will be asked to kill him.

Umakyat ako sa kung nasaan siya at sumandal sa railing ng veranda. "You look so hot, babe," he complimented when he saw me.

I gave him a mischievous grin. "I am not just hot outside, Mr. Lawson . . . mas mainit sa loob ko. Naaalala mo?" I asked with my intention to tease him. Hindi naman ako papayag na malalamangan niya 'ko. Not today, not ever.

Ibinaba niya ang tasa ng kape na hawak niya at tumayo saka naglakad papalapit sa akin. "Can we do the reenactment? My memory is kinda blurry. Maybe a reenactment would be a good cure," mapang-akit na turan niya sa akin saka ako tinitigan sa mga mata.

I arched my neck as I wiped my sweat in it. Nothing, I just wanted to tease him more . . . I wanted to provoke his manhood.

"Shall I marry you for real?" Napangisi ako sa sinabi niyang iyon.

Hinawakan ko ang garterized strap ng suot kong sports bra at nilislis iyon sa balikat ko.

"You don't have to marry me just to sate your urges, Mr. Lawson. We can do it anytime . . . basta papayag ka sa gusto ko," mapang-akit na wika ko at tuluyan nang lumitaw ang nakakalokong ngiti mula sa mga labi niya.

I knew it. You want me so bad, Lawson.

Umangat ang kamay niya patungo sa kabilang garterized strap at siya naman ang naglislis niyon. I ain't panicking. I am fucking trembling in excitement!

"But . . . I want to marry you now. You're one in million—"

"I am one in a lifetime, Mr. Lawson," I said cutting him off that made him smirked.

Bigla niya akong hinapit papalapit gamit ang isa niyang kamay at ibinaba niya ang mga labi niya sa tainga ko. "Get dressed, babe. Baka hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko. I might take you under the sun . . . here . . . wearing nothing."