His Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 19: Plok-Plok

Martina Vlanca

"How do you still have the time to ƒúck me? Last time I checked, Professor ka pa din sa med school 'di ba?" I asked him casually like there is nothing wrong in our current situation. I also wondered since lagi siyang nasa ospital and may time pa nga siya na maglagi sa pépe ko.

"Sub na lang ako ngayon dahil gusto kong mag-handle pa ng additional na mga kaso sa ospital." Tipid niyang sagot na ikinatango ko na lang. Makes sense.

Ngayon ay nakaupo ako sa isa sa mga upuan na narito sa kanyang island counter. A simple yet pricey light illuminates the whole space. Although, his kitchen is not big, rather it was cozy. May mga standard cabinets, stoves, a huge silver fridge, a microwave, and any other appliance that looks like it hasn't been used for months.

"Hmm..your house is fancy but not big enough for me." Biro ko as I sat down on one of the stools. We're both freshly showered, nakasuot lamang siya ng itim na sweats at puting sando. Samantalang suot ko ang malaki niyang robe, there is also a pack of ice resting on my sore kitty.

"What a humble comment coming from one of the Del Russo Princesses?" Sarkastiko niyang sabi, humor is laced in his tone. His back is currently facing me since kasalukuyan niyang sinasalin sa plato ang pina-deliver naming mga pagkain. Because it turns out na pareho kaming walang kwenta sa kusina.

"I'm kidding, my god." Sagot ko at inirapan siya ngayong nakaharap na siya sa akin. Dala niya ang plato ko ng pagkain na may kutsara't-tinidor sa gilid. "Also, freak you, we're not 'Princesses'." Dagdag ko pa at tinuro siya gamit ang tinidor sandali.

Ngumising aso siya.

"Whatever you say, your highness."

"That was my line, thief." Inirapan ko ulit siya bago siya tumalikod para naman isalin ang pagkain niya sa plato mula sa container (okay na ako sa container kumain pero he insisted na isalin daw). His place is not huge since there are only two rooms; his room and a guest room. Sa guestroom niya ako dinala, kung saan kami nag-plok-plok bago kami naligo sa bathroom din doon. It definitely made me wonder why we didn't do it in his room like normal people.

"Why didn't we do it in your room?" I blurted it out before I could even stop mysef. I wasn't sure if I was imagining but I think I saw him freeze for a moment, pero nabawi din niya agad iyon. "Serial killer ka noh? Doon mo tintago ang mga ebidensya, noh?" I added it to make it less serious.

He rolled his eyes nang makaharap siya sa akin matapos niyang kuhanin ang pagkain niya sa counter na malapit sa stove. His food is a rare medium steak with a bunch of delicious-looking french fries on the side. Ugh, I'm definitely gonna steal some from him.

"There are personal things there." Sagot niya nang hindi tumitingin sa akin.

Sandali naman akong natigilan. He is really serious about 'no-personal-stuff.' Hindi ko rin maiwasan na magisip sandali, does he have issues or is he just a very private person?

I internally shook my head. Why am I wondering? I'm just here for the good séx and expensive food, kaya naman kinuha ko na ang tinidor na napatong sa plato para makakain na ako. My brows furrowed when I looked down at my food. It was the food that I asked for; buttered shrimp and it smells mouth-watering. There is only one issue.

"Ang sabi mo ay gusto mo ng buttered shrimp." Sabi niya nang mapansin niya ang expression ko. Ngayon ay nakaupo na siya sa tabi ko. We just used the same products and yet he smells better than me, how is that possible?

"What's wrong with your food?" Tanong niya pa matapos niyang ngumuya ng steak.

Napakamot naman ako sandali sa aking batok.