Naked Series 1
A healthy relationship doesn't just revolve around butterflies and kiligs, a healthy relationship is something that helps you both grow together. But not every relationship comes to a happy ending, some just end there, and some find t...
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The blinding lights of the club welcomed me as I scurry through the sea of party people to find my friends. It only took me a while to spot them waving at me from a private area in the corner. I hurriedly walk-ran toward them murmuring my apologies to the dancing people I bumped into.
"Goodness gracious! I really am not cut for this," I said slumping on the chair next to Yvette while panting as if I ran a marathon.
"Oh, hi there gorgeous," Liarra greeted me with a wink.
I pulled her towards me and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hi, my sweet Candy. How did you escape from Ellie?"
"Paano pa ba? Edi binigay ko kay Mommy!" she said smugly.
"How about you?" Yvette asked from my right.
"My A3 is already sleeping, I tucked her to bed myself para hindi makaramdam na aalis ako," natatawang sagot ko.
"And oh! Happy birthday, Yvette!" I greeted her kissing her cheeks and handed her my gift.
"Thank you for coming, you two! How about a toast for the birthday girl?" she squealed, offering us a glass of tequila.
I winced. "I can't drink, my A3 hates the smell of alcohol," I bailed out.
Liarra raised her hand. "Me too, Ellie will fake-puke if she smells alcohol from me." She made a face.
Yvette sneered and rolled her eyes at us. "Must be great having kids, huh?" she taunted then downed a glass of tequila in one shot.
"Oh, good luck," Liarra answered with an exasperated sigh that pulled laughter out of me.
Liarra and I ended up having non-alcoholic drinks since we can't have alcohol, or better say we refuse to. The girls soon insisted on joining the dancefloor so even if I don't know how to dance—mind you, I really don't, I have two right foot—they dragged me to the dancefloor, at doon nila ako ginilingan nang ginilingan.
I stilled when a hand touched my waist. "Having fun?" he whispered making me jump.
I immediately took a step backward and threw the man a disgusted look, but it seems like it only fueled his interest. I dragged my gaze from his head to toe and fought a grimace. He was not bad looking, but no good-looking either. He looks like a man who was up to no good so I started scooting closer to the girls who are busy dancing as if their life depended on it, it was not exaggerated, they really are dancing like the rent is due.
The guy was quick enough to grab my arm when he saw me trying to get away. "Come on, don't be so difficult. We can have some fun, I have an apartment nearby," he said, wiggling his brows.
I gave him a sarcastic smile and wriggled from his hold. "No, thank you. Marami na akong tito," I said, scrunching my nose.
He looked offended for a moment but he soon smirked as if I challenged him.
