The Magnate's Holiest Sin (Cavanaugh #3)

Kabanata 9

Kabanata 9

Unplanned

"Ano 'to? 'Di ba sinabi ko naman sa inyo, 'wag niyo gawing studio ng mga pornstars itong bahay ko!" Galit na pambungad ng marahas na boses ni Laki nang nakita nito ang mga nangyayari sa kusina. "Tangina, magsilayas nga kayo. Akala ko ba magpaplano sa darating na outing. 'Wag na lang natin ituloy 'to kung puro kalaswaan mga pinaggagagawa niyo," dagdag nito.

Earlier, right outside his house where he was having a conversation beside an expensive car with Zanoah who used to be looking grumpy and complaining every time, Laki caught me the moment I was just about to enter the house.

He called me and asked me if have I already eaten my breakfast. Innocently and in the name of honesty I answered him that I haven't. Why would I answer yes if I really hadn't eaten my breakfast yet? I was starving. I got out of bed with an empty stomach. I was not a poor and helpless female lead in some fiction stories or romance movies, that would lie to everyone just so they would not get worried. This is my health that I was talking about, and I should, need to eat on time.

Don't wanna be end up dead, a cold and lifeless corpse before Kuya King could finally take me to Philadelphia, do I?

Usually, some other men or even my own brother would ask me why I haven't taken my breakfast. There were foods and goods in the fridge, so why?

But in Laki's case, he did not ask me. He took me with him by gently grabbing me by my arm and pulled me to go inside this large house of his and directly to the kitchen. Passing by those three women sitting on the staircase, their eyes were staring at us, following their gaze at us, and by the look of the expression on their face. They're judging.

Here, in the kitchen, the men stopped from having a festival, and the supposedly roasted pig on the long table was Francine.

"This is the usual, Laki? What's wrong with you?" asked Francine, who's still laying drop flat on her stomach, specifically on the long table.

"Par? Nagkakatuwaan lang e'." One of the man worded out their reason.

"Nagagalit ka lang siguro dahil 'di ka kasali 'no? Halika rito, 'di naman 'to madamot si Francine," pahabol pa ng 'di ko kilalang lalaki.

Nakita ko pa si Francine na sinadyang ngumuso at ikunurap ang kaniyang mga mata na tila ay nagpapaawa kay Laki.

I was silently standing behind Laki's masculine and charismatic figure.

Laki remained rigid on his spot like he was an unbreakable statue, unyielding. "Umalis na kayo."

"Kill joy, Laki. Hmp," it was Francine's voice filled with displeasure.

We watched her jumped out of the long table. The men groaned in disapproval.

My eyes even caught one hand of a certain pervert man, slapped Francine's generous derriere the moment she walked past in front of them.

Ridiculous? No, hilarious? She just giggled and tittered as a reaction. Didn't she feel disgust about it? Numerous men? Touching her body?

Am I dumb? For not knowing about it?

Twenty-one, and still confused about sex. It's because, the idea was giving me anxiety and depression. All I thought about sex was, it's another way of physically and mentally hurting a woman. I was not thinking about what if the woman likes it? Loves the feeling of it? Or even enjoying it?

No one, even my brother, have tried to educate me about it.

But maybe Laki would?

"Pa'no na ang outing?" Narinig kong tanong ng isa sa mga lalaking nagkakatuwaan kanina.