S7VEN (La Familia Kingpin Series #1)

39. Coup D'œil

SANTY

I'M SORE.

It's the kind of sore that would be felt for days. Wala yatang parte ng kalamnan ko ang 'di makirot o bugbog. Ang dahilan? The 6'2 and 210 pounds savage man who tortured, flipped, claimed, and worshipped me in the most decadent ways plausible.

Every imaginable way.

His words, not mine.

Heat pooled on my tummy when a picture of me and Seven in the shower, vanity, and on top of the table invaded my mind before I succumb to exhaustion.

Asan na nga ba 'yon? Idinilat ko ang mga mata't hinanap ang nasabing salarin. None. Napabalikwas ako' nilingon ang tabi ko. I reached for the lamp on my right, nang bumaha ng liwanag sa loob ng silid agad kong kinapa ang slippers at isinuot iyon. Una kong pinuntahan ang banyo.

"Seven?"

Empty. Kunot ang noong nagtungo ako sa terrace kung saan madalas kong mapansing nagpapalipas ito ng oras. Again, empty.

Wait anong oras na ba?

A groan pass through my mouth not because I can't locate Seven. The reason was my tummy. Kumukulo iyon. When I checked the time, lalong nagmarakulyo ang mga bituka ko. It's 1 am at hindi pa 'ko naghahapunan. Meaning, I've been lost with semiconsciousness for an hour and a half, give or take. Muli na namang kumulo ang tiyan ko, this time much louder.

"I'm famished. Great," bulong ko habang pumapasok sa loob ng walk-in closet naming mag asawa.

My steps were halted when I saw my disheveled look on the whole body mirror. Sabog ang mahaba't itim kong buhok, nakabukas ang ilang butones ng suot kong white polo shirt. It was Seven's. May kilig akong naramdaman dahil doon. I remember him telling me earlier na gusto niyang nakikitang parating suot ko ang mga gamit n'ya, which I find cute and endearing too. It's simple yet intimate katulad ng kung paano nito gamiti ang tootburh ko kanina bago kami lamunin ng antok.

Gross for others, not to me. Parang tangang napangiti pa ko nang dumako ang mga mata ko sa nasabing toothbursh. Christ! This is so weird and I'm so happy.

"So much for kilig. Kailangan mo rin ng pagkain. Hindi puro si Siete lang."

After grabbing a white boyleg shorts, inipon ko ang makapal kong buhok at basta na lang itinali iyon. Saka 'ko na iisipin ang ayos ko, ang mahalaga ngayon malamnan ng pagkain ang sikmura kong kanina pa dumadaing. Padding my way back into the bedroom, I snatched my phone and head straight to the kitchen.

Malayo pa lang, amoy ko na ang mabangong aroma ng kung anumang niluluto sa kusina. Lalong nag rebulusyon ang tiyan ko. Glad gising pa sina Hilda. Mas binilisan ko ang mga hakbang para lang mapako sa kinatatayuan nang makita kung sino ang nasa harapan ng malawak na island counter at nakaharap sa gas range with a ladle and bowl on his arm.

It's not Hilda or any of the staff.

It's Seven.

A smile slowly curved on my lips when I saw his narrow hips sway while humming Michael Buble's rendition of The way you look tonight. I know even before that he can sing. But the fact that he can also dance, that's news.

Lalo akong humanga sa asawa't nanuyo ang lalamunan nang matitigan ang malapad at sexy nitong likod. I have VIP access on his beautiful inked back. The intricate design of the flowers that are swirling around the imposing and scary Samurai head with a kabuto helmet never fails to take my breath away just like the man who's wearing it.

I can't decide who's the art, the tattoo or the man himself?

Funny how two different things when put together made a beautiful masterpiece. How it compliments each other making the rough edges of the samurai more prominent and vise versa.