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Promiscuous
I am a bastard.
Being an illegitimate daughter of an Elite politician is.
Say, I love scandal because I was the center of attention.
Papparazzi termed me as Ms. Butterfly. Haters condemned me as the Bitch.
But it’s more of bees to honey because men cling themselves to me.
You got a problem with that?
Well, I’ll tell you, my family have. That’s ME.
Every family has a skeleton in the closet but prior to ours I don’t want to be kept hidden.
I AM for display.
I selected dresses. I collected boyfriends. I minimize my friends. I maximize my enemies.
Best of all, I counted MEN. That brings GOSSIP to society pages.
To spite my father’s family.
You. Do you want to help me? Show me around. And I’ll tell you your number.
Because this PROMISCUOUS is eager for you to step into the devil’s lair.
Prologue
“Darling, why don’t we go to my pad? I miss you already.” Jim bit my exposed shoulder gently. Yes. I was wearing a tank top with mini skirts that displays my lethal assets.
I smiled. He was Jim, another politician’s son. As I remember, he was my 30th boylet. Not boyfriend. What’s the difference? Yeah right. I didn’t consider him as my boyfriend because he was just one of those ‘good on gossipsheet’ thing-y.
“Jim... let’s call it quits!” I shrugged his chin and tried to wriggle out of his embrace. He was surely handsome and very much angry. Me? Maybe I was the first ever woman who dumped him.
“Are you breaking up with me?” She rolled her eyes heavenward. Break up? Kelan ba naging tayo? She wanted to laugh while he was on the verge of spitting fire.
“I’m not.”
“Then what do you think you’re doing? If it’s not breaking up then... then..” He’s too handsome to be dumped. But yes I have to find boylet number 31. He already served his purpose.
“I’m not breaking up with you Darling Jimmy. I’m. Dumping. You.”
I got out of his car. Let him wallow in his pride and misery, the hell I care. Camera flashes in on my face. I smiled sweetly and patted my hair. Maybe I could have been Paris Hilton’s long lost twin sister. I saw one of them took Jim’s snapshot while he looked so... defeated.
Tomorrow’s a good day for another scandal. It didn’t hurt me, but I think my family would be. Ohhh... Father’s family.
I hate them. They’re the old, conservative, rich and hypocrite people. Pharisee. Elite. No stain. No gossip. No scandal. No nothing. What about me? They kept on telling how good, how precious, how virtuous they are. Pano ko lumabas? Nakipagtitigan lang ba ang napakabuti kong tatay sa nanay ko?!
I called my driver and went home.
“Madre de Dios! Anong oras na Marie Claire! Hindi ka na nahiya! Where have you been at the middle of the night?” I rolled my eyes and raised my beautifully plucked eyebrow. Kung sasabihin ko ba kung san ako nagpalipas matutuwa kayo? Oras?
