The Girl He Never Wanted [Completed]

7-STRANGERS

STRANGERS

WARNING: SPG (Gandang bungad! 🤣)

Of course he was not bluffing as I am currently savoring his thumb pressed firm against my clit, tracing small circles. His middle finger is slowly and deeply thrusting inside of me. I am writhing in pleasure underneath him. Gasping for air and panting for my impending final ascent to the peak.

"Cum on my hand, baby," he whispered in my ear. He held me from the back of my head and continued whispering sweet dirty words to me.

I started to drift away from him after that last dinner we both attended. Not because I was finally able to shake off my evolving crush on him. I was afraid it could be more than the mere casual attraction.

I have the sinking feeling this might be turning into something I am not prepared to handle. How self-aware am I to realize that things could take a quick turn? I have uncovered my own blocks to intimacy but I have yet to discover the hidden potential for a real connection and depth of a relationship.

I never really had an honest look at my life, my future, and real relationships beyond what I have been doing with my past games with random guys. Well, Luriel is not random but he is also part of the ideal world I have surrounded myself in.

My other reality is yet to be liberated from the bubble I have encased it in. Stuck inside the facade of flirtatious and shameless bitch is the other me who is full of insecurities and self-condemnation.

One falls in love and everything turns into proverbial shit just the way mom's story ended. It is a common trap to easily fall into, especially with a guy who has ticked all the ideal boxes.

So I hid back inside my safety bubble. I truly believe I am worth loving, but I do not know how to identify which ones are real anymore.

Whenever I get that self-inflicted prick on my confidence and worth, it triggers a slippery slope. This happens around the time of my birth. I get my manic highs before dropping to my hellish lows. That confidence and shamelessness I am always sporting is a projection of my insecurities. Prick my inflated ego and it would unleash my inner demons.

I ordered so many different kinds of pizzas for us. We had to use two large tables stacked together. Janice is silently watching my every move like a fucking hawk she is. Get off me! You are not my therapist, Janice.

Gabby went on a date. Elias and Luca arrived, instantly jubilant of the abundance in front of them.

"Wow! What are we celebrating?" Luca yelled happily as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation to grab a slice.

"My existence of course!" I grinned to them.

Of course not. I am here to assert my relevance. To gather love and attention from them. That is after I witnessed Mark and Krista together just this morning.

Although I workout in my condo's gym during the week, I also play tennis with either my Papa, Ate, or Kuya every Saturday, whoever's available among them to come and be with me at least once a week. Minsan nadadamay pa nga si Tita Carmel, dad's wife, kung hindi available ang iba. She would grumpily spend time with me. If not tennis, we would go to the spa together just the way Ate Carla did with me.

Nilalambing ko pa rin naman si Tita Carmel kasi kulang ako sa pansin and I think she has learned to love me after my years of kakapalan kakakapit sa kanya. She won't be crossing oceans and fly planes just to spend a boring afternoon of tennis to her husband's love child if she hasn't learned to love me. It is either Papa's been threatening her or bribing her. I'd rather think she just loves me because who doesn't fucking love me anyway? Shhh! I know sinong iniisip n'yo pero mapapaibig ko rin 'yon.